“Yes. It was very gratifying.”
“Did you obey my order?” I glower.
“Tell me, Annabelle,” he says. “Did you really know our first time together that my cock was too large for the letter?”
I flush.
It was foolish, perhaps, for me to choose that particular incident to narrate. Especially since I was not fully honest. I did not include that I saw no problem with the letter being too small, because Iwantedto get with his child.
“The best stories contain embellishment.”
He narrows his eyes.
“I don’t think it was an embellishment.”
“No?”
“No,” he says, smiling. “The letter broke after all.”
Here, without realizing it, he hits too close to the truth.
“Did you follow my order?” I repeat.
He smiles. “I don’t believe you ordered me to tell you whether I did or not.” He looks down at the paper I left him. “No, you said Icantell you about it on your return. Perhaps I did or perhaps I did not.”
“I order you to tell me now.”
“Wife,” he says. “You once could order me however you pleased. But don’t you think our relationship has grown since then?”
His tone is teasing, but it still irks me. I want to know if he self-pleasured. If my scheme to keep him worked.
“Tell me.”
I lean over the desk, catching sight of the paper I left him.
A strange stain coats it.
I pick it up and then realize—it is coated in cum.
His cum.
To my surprise, I flush hot.
It isn’t the intense flame that I am used to, but it issomething. More than something.
“You did it,” I snap. “Just as I commanded.”
“No,” he says. “You merely ordered me to please myself. But I did more. I came all over your little story. Because that’s what you do to me, Annabelle. For you I am depraved.”
Without thinking, I raise the paper, to where his cum dries on the page, and bring it to my lips.
And then I taste it.
His own mouth falls open.
“Don’t,” he says. “Don’t tempt me if you do not want?—”
“I do want,” I say. “Now.”
