Total pages in book: 63
Estimated words: 58346 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 292(@200wpm)___ 233(@250wpm)___ 194(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 58346 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 292(@200wpm)___ 233(@250wpm)___ 194(@300wpm)
I sink back against the chair and swipe my hand down my face. I catch the barest hint of Savannah’s orgasm still clinging to my fingers, making my cock twitch back to life inside my cotton pants. My balls still ache from how fucking aroused she made me with her words… and then with her submission.
Penance, I tell myself. Be grateful and appreciate this sweet pain she’s gifted you with.
I force myself to lean into the discomfort instead of away from it, and then reply, “I was being selfish, not wanting to risk losing such devotion. And besides that, it’s not like she’s just a loyal sub. No. She’s my goddamn wife. My soul mate, man. A sub, I could lose and be all right, find and train another. But the moment I married Savannah… that was it for me. That was the end of everything that came before her. That day wasn’t just our wedding; it was the ceremony signifying that this Dominant would never take on another submissive for the rest of his life.”
He lets out a huff. “Exactly. So I ask again, what the fuck?”
I turn to face him then, really look at him so he can see my sincerity. “That hasn’t changed. None of that has changed. Savvy will be my only sub until the day I die. She’ll be my wife ‘til death do us part. Nothing can stop that from happening, because if you were to take how much she worships me, how utterly, unconditionally devoted that woman is to me, it still would not come close to what I feel for her.”
He starts to shake his head, opening his mouth to argue, but I cut him off.
“No. You don’t get it, Abe. I love her so fucking much that I want to spoil her with more pleasure than even I can give her. I want to give her every ounce of happiness, positivity, and bliss I physically am able to give, and then I want her to have so much more. An abundance of ecstasy so profuse she won’t remember what emotional pain even feels like.” My voice has grown passionate by the end of my explanation, my hand aching from how tightly I’ve gripped the table’s edge before I let it go.
“But you don’t need to do that. You don’t need to let some random asshole fuck your wife so she’ll forget about the stupid texts you sent some horny swingers. She’s clearly already forgiven—”
The meaty side of my fist lands on the top of the table between us with a loud reverberation that brings my best friend’s attempt at assurance to an abrupt halt. His eyes narrow on me, and not for the first time this evening, I’m pretty sure he wants to do me physical harm.
I let out a deep breath, force my hand open to press it flat to the tabletop, and then relax my shoulders from where they’d gathered up practically to my ears. I quietly state, “I apologize.” When he nods and stops glaring at me, I try to make him understand. “I need you to listen closely, because it’s important to me that you get this. That you get me.” I lift a brow, and he nods in acknowledgment. “This need I feel to spoil Savvy with pleasure, it has nothing—absolutely nothing—to do with wanting to even out any sort of scales. I felt this need before there was ever an imbalance.”
I’m silent for a moment to let that sink in, and he take it, his eyes unfocusing for a couple of seconds until he blinks and then presses his lips together with a firm nod in my direction.
“I don’t know what that feels like personally, but I can wrap my head around the idea that other people do. I think if I found my equivalent to your Savannah, it would make me murderous to see another man’s hands on her. Hell, Savannah isn’t even mine, and I still want to choke slam the faceless man she was telling you about. She might not belong to me, but you know for a damn fact I’m protective of her,” he says, and I smile.
“That I do,” I agree.
“So if this is really something she’s considering doing for you—” He sits up taller and squares his shoulders, his face turning completely serious. “—then I’m going to have to insist on approving of the partner involved. And I won’t budge on this. If you try to keep me out of it and tell me it’s none of my business, I will be fucking damned. Because I will fucking stalk your house. I will fucking hunt you down at the club. I will follow you wherever y’all go without me. Hell, you’ll have to wonder if I’ve put tracking devices on your cars and even your persons. No one—not one goddamn asshole—is to touch Savvy unless both of us have vetted him.”