I was still trembling but completely spent by the time he lowered my legs to the bed. I watched through half-closed eyes as he moved over me, the bulge in his pajama bottoms bumping against my aching need. He moved over me, staring down at me, the scowl on his face another one of my turn-ons. I ached to feel his lips, to lick the wetness from his mouth that I’d left there. I lifted my head to meet his lips, but his hand to my throat stopped me.
“Have you been with anyone else?” he gritted out, as if the words were nearly incomprehensible to him.
My eyes widened a smidgen, not certain I’d heard him correctly. “Wh-what?” I was still breathless from the two orgasms he’d ripped from my body. Certainly, he wasn’t asking whether or not I’d had sex with another man.
“You heard the question.”
“Youcannotbe serious.”
He gave me a hard glare.
“You’re asking if I cheated on you since we’ve been married?”
He shook his head. “While we were apart. Were you with anyone else?”
“Aaron, what does that ma–”
His hand around my throat tightened. “I’ll take that as a yes.” His jaw was so rigid.
“You had a fian–”
“She wasn’t you.”
I blinked and shook my head, swallowing. “This is ridiculous. Uncuff me, the children are probably already awake.”
“They’re in the den, watching TV.”
I looked at the clock, noting it was almost eight o’clock. “Aaron, I need to make them breakfast. We ha–”
“No. I will make them breakfast and get them ready to spend the day and night with their aunt and uncle. We will see them again at Mother and Father’s for the family dinner.”
“What?”
“You’re spending the entire day in bed. Just like this.” He moved from the bed, leaving me there, as if his word was final.
I yanked my hands, still in the handcuffs. “Aaron, untie me!” I hissed.
He didn’t even look my way as he threw a T-shirt over his head and ran a hand through his mussed hair.
I called his name again, yanking at the cuffs, and kicking at the bed. Surely, he was not going to leave me like this. Again, he ignored me. Just as I was about to yell and curse him out, a knock sounded at the door.
“Mommy, I’m hungry,” Kyle’s little voice came through the door.
Before I could answer him, Aaron moved to the door, cracking it, but using his body to block Kyle’s sight of me. “Shh, Mommy’s still sleeping. She’s not feeling well today. Daddy will get you and Kennedy some breakfast.”
“I want cereal,” Kyle announced.
“Cereal it is,” Aaron responded, not sounding at all like the jealous lover of a few moments ago.
I hated the way my anger faded slightly at hearing the tone of voice he used with Kyle. But it returned when I caught him give me one last look over his shoulder as he moved through the door, shutting it behind him and our son.
“I’m going to kill him!” I grumbled, pulling at the cuffs one last time to no avail. All I could do now was wait for him to return.
****
It took thirty minutes. Thirty minutes for my asshole husband to return to our bedroom. When he did, he just stared at me, his back pressed against our closed bedroom door, arms folded across his chest. His face held a scowl but there was a gleam in his eyes. I guessed it was from seeing the annoyance written all over my face.
“Untie me,” I seethed.
