Letting go of her neck, I run my fingers down her sternum, over her heaving chest. “I think we’ve got something special, Lake. Don’t you?”
She nods quickly, and I refrain from smiling at how well she’ll lie to please me. I’d never give her away, but she doesn’t need to know that. That would defeat the purpose of marrying her in the first place.
Reaching up, I gently push her hair off her shoulders to fall down her back. “Tell me, little darling, are you going to fuck another man?”
“No,” she rushes out.
“Are you going to let another man touch or kiss you?” I go on.
Shaking her head, she sucks in a deep breath. “Only you.”
“And who am I?”
Swallowing, she answers, “My husband.”
Leaning in, I gently kiss her forehead. “Good girl.” Pulling away, I grab her hips once again and pull her off the desk. She bites her bottom lip to keep from whimpering at the movement with her spanked ass. I pull her around my desk and open up the top drawer, grabbing my knife. Flipping it open, I cut through the zip tie. “Go upstairs, shower, and get in bed. I’ll be there soon.”
She goes back to the front of the desk, grabs her shorts, and pulls them up before running out of my office.
Sitting down, I pull up my surveillance and sit back, watching to see what happened tonight for her to get all pissy with me about who I fuck. I come to a spot where I see her talking to Bethany and push play. I can’t hear what they’re saying, but Bethany walks off across the dance floor, and I watch Lake take over her section.
Changing cameras, I follow Bethany to see her enter the locker room. I don’t have cameras set up in there, but I fast-forward to see she was in there for almost thirty minutes. When she returns, she goes straight to Lake, and I can tell the moment she comes onto the camera that she already looks pissed. They exchange some words, and then Lake storms off to my office.
I turn it off and sit back. It doesn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out what was said between the two of them. Bethany wants her to think that she was up in my office fucking me. The question is why?
Is Bethany jealous of my wife? I mean, we fucked around, but it was never more than sex. I used her, and she enjoyed it. That was that. Maybe she did it knowing Lake would come up here and be punished. Or maybe she was hoping Lake would find a guy and retaliate. Making me push my wife away so I’d fuck Bethany again.
Making my way down to the first floor, I get off the elevator and go over to the bar while the “S & M” club remix by Rihanna plays as the purple and blue lights flash to the bass.
Beau spots me from behind the main bar and frowns. “Everything okay, boss?” he yells as I approach the server station.
I lean over the counter and holler back, “Have Nicki take over Lake’s section for the rest of the night.”
“Not sure why you even gave her a section to begin with.” I look to my right and see Bethany now standing next to me. She nods to Beau and orders a bottle service for one of her tables.
I decide to keep my mouth shut for now. I want to see how this plays out. I like my wife jealous.
Bethany looks up at me at my silence and adds, “She can’t cut it.” Pressing her side into the bar, she pushes her tits into my face. I’ve never cared about them before, so I’m not sure why she’d think I do now.
“She can.” I decide to say, defending my wife. “But I’d rather have her on her back than working on her feet tonight.”
Her eyes widen at my words for the briefest second before narrowing at my comment.
Beau laughs, handing Bethany her order. I tap the bar top with my knuckles and then turn, walking off and making my way back up to my office.
TWENTY-ONE
LAIKYN
Iwake the following day, and my ass is still on fire. I fell asleep on my stomach to help relieve the sting, but I woke up on my back. I also woke up alone. I don’t remember Tyson coming upstairs last night. After he spanked me like a child, I ran to the apartment and cried myself to sleep.
I was embarrassed, ashamed, and wet from what he did to me. I’m glad he didn’t make me remove my cum-covered thong and fishnets in his office to check.
But I learned a lesson. He can hand me over to another Lord. And I don’t want that. I’ve seen Lords over the years and know what some wives have been through. Heard my mother’s friends cry to her before because of what they were made to do. Tyson is a fucking bastard, but it could be worse.
Sitting up, I hiss in a breath at the stretch of skin from his belt across my ass and upper thighs. I manage to get off the bed and get dressed. He didn’t even let me finish my shift last night. Not like I could have. Nobody wants to be waited on by a crying woman who looks like a mess.
When I realize I’m alone in the apartment, I make my way to the elevator and down to the first floor. It opens, and I immediately hear voices. One being Tyson’s.
