Chapter Four

I wasn't planning to be home until later tonight, but I wrapped up work early today because Willow invited me over for dinner. It felt a bit strange this time since she usually doesn't ask me to bring my wife, but yesterday she did.

Her bright smile was inviting, almost like she wanted to show that she’s just a friend to me, despite all the rumors swirling around that are supposedly messing with my relationship with my wife.

Amery doesn’t doubt my loyalty, but I can tell she’s starting to feel the pressure from the gossip. Whether it’s at the market or during the Sunday luncheon hosted by Polly, our town baker, where everyone gathers to chat, even if just for a few minutes, the rumors are everywhere. Those Sundays are especially busy when her cakes and breads are on sale.

As I walked past the gallery leading to the kitchen, I noticed our wedding picture frame on the wall was slightly askew. I smiled at the photo that brings me so much joy, where I’m on my knees, hands tied behind my back, playfully removing her garter with my teeth. That moment was at the reception in the new restaurant opened by her friend, who happily offered to host us. Thanks to Amery's friend, our simple wedding had a fun twist we never would have had otherwise.

“You're early, Mr. Rowan.” The sass in her soft voice made my heart skip a beat, leaving me shivering under its wicked charm.

With a slight smile that was dangerously close to a smirk, I turned to face the most beautiful woman in the universe. Her brows furrowed, and her nose scrunched up. She was clearly upset, but I knew just how to make that anger vanish.

"Were you in the shower?" I traced the tiny droplets rolling down her forehead, gliding over her smooth, milky skin, creating a path from her jawline, where the cutest little double chin peeked out—something she always tried to hide in photos. But honestly, it’s one of the things I adore about her. Not that I wouldn’t worship her body later; I want her to know she’s stunning no matter how she looks.

"Eyes on me, Ro." She commanded, but I couldn’t help but follow the droplet as it made its way down her neck, driving me wild as it disappeared into the dip between her breasts, snugly wrapped in that towel. Fuck, the heat inside me was intense, both thrilling and torturous, especially since my wife was angry, and depending on her mood, things might not move quickly.

"Ro!" She called out, her tone demanding my attention, and I reluctantly shifted my gaze back to her face, equally confused and captivated.

"Yes... Yes, I’m listening." I tried to sound convincing, but she wasn’t buying it, my breathless tone giving me away.

"Why do you sound so interested, considering you’ve got someone else on your mind all day?" she snapped, her face a perfect mix of fury and allure. It was unfair how sexy she looked when she was mad, but I’d let her have that little victory.

I grinned again, leaning against the wall with my legs crossed, tilting my head as I took her in with my gaze. If only I could devour her in every sense or if she could read my mind, those pesky doubts wouldn’t even have a chance to surface in her thoughts.

"Who could that be, Mrs. Rowan?" I raised an eyebrow, waiting for her response, but she just scoffed and turned to head into the kitchen.

I followed her anyway because we needed to sort this out. I wasn’t about to let my wife sulk or entertain any thoughts that didn’t belong there.

She slipped on an apron and headed to the fridge for the ingredients. I perched on the island counter while she started getting dinner ready.

Maybe I was overlooking something, but that wasn’t the main issue right now.

"You never answered, you know. Who else could be on my mind if it’s not you, Mrs. Rowan?"

I watched her expression shift from soft to a sharp, feline glare that spoke volumes.

She yanked off her apron in frustration, tossing it across the kitchen and banging the pots on the counter as she grabbed them one by one.

"Do you think if I reacted the same way when you wanted to talk, where our relationship would be?"

She paused, mid-stride, before storming toward me and poking her finger into my chest, her jaw tight.

"If you did that, we’d still be right here, Ro. Don’t you dare entertain thoughts that aren’t welcome while I’m around." Each word that slipped from her soft, peachy pink lips was a mix of seduction and reassurance, reminding me that she’s mine, just as I’m hers.

I took her wrist and pulled her closer between my legs, trapping her there, crossing my legs behind her so she couldn’t escape. She tried to pull away, but it was no use. I had her right where I wanted her, by my side. Just like always.

“These little tricks won’t help you get out of this, Ro. It’s on you.” She snapped, hitting me in the chest, and let me tell you, this small woman packs a punch. Every touch of hers is like a reminder of her strength.

"And what exactly is my fault, Mrs. Rowan?" I asked, grabbing her wrists to stop her from beating me up, but also because I had a feeling I knew where this anger was coming from.

"Ro—"

"Jealousy, I can get that. But if you’re questioning my loyalty, that’s just insane. As a decent person, that’s the least I can offer in our relationship. I hope you’re not putting me on some pedestal just to fuel the gossip mill?" I spat, my own frustration starting to rise.

If it’s jealousy, that makes me happy, but if it's just stemming from gossips and opinions of other people, I'll fucking kill those people, and fuck that thought out of her over their dead bodies.

We locked eyes. She clenched her jaw, and I hardened my expression. I could see those cinnamon eyes reflecting my own shade of blue. I’m the ocean, and she’s my shore; that’s what she told me, so I don’t see why we should question what we have when my waves always reach her.

"I told you to stay away from her, so why are you seeing her behind my back?" she demanded, and suddenly, I was at a loss for words.

I vaguely remembered telling Willow to back off because it upset my wife, but somehow, she convinced me to keep our friendship going. Then she started asking about Amery, and just yesterday... I recalled what I had forgotten. Willow asked me to bring Amery over so she could finally meet the woman I’ve been talking about.

I initially refused, knowing how uneasy Amery feels around unfamiliar faces. However, I eventually reached a compromise: if Amery agreed to come over, I would attend dinner today; otherwise, I would decline.

"I didn't want to. I told her no, but she inquired about you and insisted on meeting for dinner today. That's why I arrived early—to invite you along and prove that she means nothing. You should stop associating with those gossiping ladies and men who spread rumors without caring about the truth," I stated flatly.

She fell silent, every word echoing in my mind. I swallowed hard, enduring those agonizing seconds that seemed to stretch on forever. She closed her eyes, then opened them to meet my gaze, letting out a deep sigh.

"It's not that I doubt your loyalty, Ro. I trust you completely and have faith in our love. I just can't handle these persistent rumors that keep linking your name with other women. It hurts, and even if I try to ignore it, it still affects me," she admitted, her defenses finally crumbling as pain crossed her features, replacing her earlier anger.

I smiled, relieved that she had opened up and shared her feelings.

"I understand. I'm not questioning you either, love. I'll always be here if it becomes too much for you. Perhaps I've been too friendly, leading them to believe their chatter doesn't bother me... Maybe I should show them that the nice guy next door can be quite nasty when provoked." I kissed her forehead, feeling the warmth of her skin against my lips, reigniting a fire that had become too painful to bear.

Gently, I brushed my lips down to the tip of her nose and placed a soft kiss there. Each of my movements was met with her warm breath, which caught in her throat, creating a delightful sensation that sent heat coursing through me, igniting everything in its path.

I could easily feel my cock harden when I reached her lips, blowing soft, teasing breath, and drawing those whispers that brought me closer to the edge, to her, and the idea of having her naked and all at my mercy set me on fire.

"Ro," she moaned, her hands clinging to my shirt.

"Patience, sweetheart... Only good girls are allowed to have treats." I grinned, watching her take a big gulp as her eyes dilated.

Taking her wrist in my hand, I guided it down, down, down, down, and further down until my own voice constricted, feeling her touch over my cock despite the fabric of my trousers being a wall in between.

She pressed her palm against my throbbing dick, and I nearly came.

"Release my belt, pull it free, and pass it to me, sweetheart." I cradled her face, my thumb gliding over her lower lip, teasing the fullness.

She nodded gradually, each breath as deep as the rise and fall of her breasts pressing against the towel that clung to her like a revealing dress. Her fingers struggled momentarily with my belt, but with surprising grace, she unclipped it with one hand, handing it to me.

I grinned, observing her complete surrender to me.

"Mouth open, and free my cock out of my pants," I let out a low growl, captivated by the blush that softly colored her cheeks. As I slipped my thumb into her mouth, I gently caressed her tongue, playfully teasing her lips and gathering the saliva that trickled from the edges of her parted mouth. She released my erection, which came alive in her grasp.

My eyes widened as I observed her, poised and ready for my command.

"Drop the towel, get on your knees, and bare your neck to me." I forced the command through my tightly clenched jaw, releasing her mouth as she let the towel fall, pooling around her feet. She knelt down, gathering her hair to one side and tilting her head, exposing the curve of her neck in compliance with my command.

My heart raced wildly in my chest as I watched the most alluring woman, the one who belongs to me completely.

From the moment I first laid eyes on her, I realized I was in deep trouble, a realization that has only intensified over the years into an obsession I strive to conceal from her. If she ever discovered the depth of my feelings, it would stifle her and restrict her freedom. Just the idea of her not being the Amery I cherish is enough to devastate me; without that freedom, she wouldn’t be the person I adore.

I hopped over my feet, slowly unbuttoning my shirt while smirking at her captivated gaze. I knew my wife adored this moment. She relishes when I either dress up or undress, offering just enough of a glimpse to keep her intrigued, prolonging the anticipation until the grand reveal that leaves her weak in the knees. The way she craves the sight of my toned physique and the veins in my hands is undeniable. To her, I am the most captivating when I’m engrossed in my work.

She bit her lip, taking slow, deep breaths. Each exhale was long and deliberate as her eyes wandered over my bare chest while I pushed the shirt down my biceps, allowing it to drop to the floor.

I wrapped the belt around my hand, observing her breath catch in her throat. She was aware of what was to come. I was delicately working her from one kink to another, slowly adjusting her to accept what I offered and expected while honoring her boundaries and limits.

Letting the belt dangle loosely, I moved behind her, gently brushing the leather tip against her back, tracing a path from her delicate hips, along her spine, and pausing at the exposed side of her neck.

The purple mark from last night stood out vividly on her soft skin, staring at me proudly.

I leaned down slightly and pressed my thumb against it, eliciting a wince followed by a deep, satisfying moan.

She inhaled deeply, and my smile widened.

Fucking gorgeous.

I questioned in a low, deliberate tone, "What does the perfect collar for my good girl look like?"

She paused briefly before answering, "I don't know."

I shut my eyes, exhaling softly before reopening them and striking her shoulder blade with the belt's tip.

"Ah!" she gasped in surprise.

With a firm grip on her hair, I compelled her to turn and face me, now on all fours.

"You will not hesitate in my presence, Amery Shen," I growled, observing her tremble.

Striking the belt loosely in the air, I watched her again. She knew what she must say; she was trained to be my good, submissive girl who'd please me. Would do anything to do so.

"Yes." She whispered, her eyes locked with mine.

"Yes, what?!" I forced another command.

"I will not hesitate in front of you." She licked her lips, and I could easily see her hips shifting and thighs squeezing.

A smirk perched on my lips.

"In front of who, sweetheart?" My voice lowered to a deep octave as I released her hair and gently grasped her chin with my thumb and forefinger.

"My husband," she stated with assurance, maintaining unwavering eye contact with me.

I smiled. Pleased. "Fuck... Indeed. That's like my good girl."

She smiled at her praise and eagerly looked at me.

"My good girl wants her treat, isn't it?" I asked, watching her nod. "Lie on your back, spread your legs, and show me how you liked to be fucked."

She slipped her face from my hold and stood up, climbing over the island and spreading her legs, giving me the front-row seat to the fucking most beautiful view in the world.

She parts her pussy lips with one hand while using the other to slide her fingers into her tight opening, the squelching noise echoing in the stillness of the evening air.

I felt my phone vibrating in my back pocket, and with a smile, I took it out. I noticed her muscles tighten as I held the phone to my ear, observing her pleasure as she teased herself with her fingers, moaning softly.

A soft voice floated from the other end, "Hello," it belonged to the woman I was meant to have dinner with alongside my wife. She sounded disappointed, but I couldn't care less as my dessert sat before me, oozing and beckoning.

"What’s up, Willow?" The moment I uttered her name, Amery stiffened, her hands freezing in place.

I growled and struck the belt against her thigh. She let out a loud, pained moan, flinching at the impact.

"Did I tell you to stop?" I growled, displeased that her focus wavered.

She quickly shook her head.

"Then, why aren't you moving, sweetheart?" Another strike on the other thigh, and she jolted, the aftershocks moving through her body like electricity, one that I could easily see with her muscle movement.

"You're on a call," she cried in pain, shifting to get up, but I moved quickly and struck over her clit. "Ahhh... Ohhhhhh God!!!! Ro!!!" She moaned, her legs shaking.

"When I didn't tell you to stop, you better not stop unless you want to lose your treat... keep in mind, bad girls are punished. Only good girls get rewards." I emphasized every word laced in wrath and much care.

"I want my reward." She whispered and began to move her hand, teasing her clit and fucking her hole.

"Perfect. That's like my good girl." The view made me admire her more.

I almost forgot, Willow was on the other end.

"What do you need, Willow?" I forced a smile while casually asking her.

"Oh... Uh... You sound busy... I'll call you later." She rushed her words.

"Don't bother calling me later. Call me tomorrow. I'm going to be swamped tonight."

With that, I noticed Amery struggling to hit her high as I ended the call and tossed the phone over the couch behind me.

"Oh... Ro... God... Ro... Please..." She wailed in frustration, unable to reach her high on her own no matter how hard she tried.

I'm aware of that. She has always struggled to reach that point on her own. She relies on me, and I find fulfillment in her dependence on me.

As she approached, I moved to the island and gently held her hand, preventing her from reaching her climax. Her cries of frustration only brought a smile to my face.

I placed her fingers on my lips, savoring the taste of her creamy saltiness as I licked them clean, letting out a moan of pleasure.

"You've done well. Now, I'll give you your reward, sweetheart."

Grabbing her ankle, I pulled her closer to the counter edge, taking in the sight of her tear-streaked face. Relishing the moment, I unwrapped the belt and secured it around her neck, then lifted her legs onto my shoulders, positioning myself at her entrance, and with a deliberate motion, I thrust inside her.

Her nipples perked up, bouncing as I pounded inside her, leveraging through the belt around her neck.

"Fuck... Mrs. Rowan... You're clenching hard," moaning, I pounded inside of her. Thrust after thrust. Each of her cries melted into my grunts. Her moans mixed with my growls.

I leaned down, taking her perky nipple between my teeth, and rolled my tongue over her tip.

"Uhh... Ro..." She choked on her voice, her lips parted as she tried breathing.

Another thrust, and pinch over her nipple, I let the belt loose, and she panted, breathless. Her pussy walls squeezed hard on my dick. She was close, and I was on edge too.

Teasing her clit and sucking her tits drew the cry I wanted. She came hard over my dick, and with a few deep strokes, I came undone, emptying every drop of my cum inside her.

I loosened the belt and tossed it aside, then settled next to her on the counter.

We were both panting, but she managed a gentle smile despite her tear-streaked cheeks, running her fingers through my hair, appreciating the platinum blonde she adored to style.

"Did my girl enjoy her reward?" I inquired, looking at her closely.

She gave a nod. A happy nod.

"I want more." Her notorious smile made my semi-hard dick throb in pain again.

"Just five minutes..." I gasped while pulling her tighter into my embrace, positioning her head on my shoulder and securing her with one arm as I captured her swollen lips, which she had teased with her teeth, in a hungry kiss.

She shifted against me, and I lost track of time as I entered her, gripping her ass while she moved her hips, riding my dick.

When I mentioned I was in a tough spot with this girl, I really should have realized just how fucking messed up and infatuated I was about to become.