I never thought I’d be happy with married life, knowing that I would have no choice in who I would be tied to for the rest of my life. But I am.
Nothing will break this feeling that I feel for my husband. Nothing.
I am his, and he is mine.
One would think that I’d be frightened if they were in my shoes. One would be scared to know how much pleasure, how much fun, there can be had when giving oneself into what is wanted. It’s all about feeling. No thinking is needed.
Zachariah knew what to do, and just how to achieve it. He was practiced in this lifestyle.
I wasn’t upset that he was with other women before me. Why would I be? I hadn’t known him then. He may have known me, of course. It seemed like almost everyone did for some reason, and that was what freaks me out a bit.
I never thought I’d be popular, least of all to the people that wanted me dead.
There still haven’t been any links to who was behind the car crash and didn’t seem like there would be anytime soon, either. Oh well, whoever it was will eventually mess up and out themselves.
Even though I have written in this journal daily since I have picked it up, my husband, my Dom, has yet to read anything in here. Though it’s not like there’s anything in here that he doesn’t already know.
I have nothing to hide. I know what he wants from me out of this, and I hope one day it will be achieved.
Setting the journal back on the shelf where I kept it, I turned to find Zachariah finishing up a few emails. Just looking at him, I warmed from the inside out. I wanted him to claim me again, just like he did two days ago. Zachariah refused to make love to me again, worried that I would be sore. That was not one of my concerns, but I gave in, letting him have his way. Although, he seemed to be amused that I wanted him as much as he wanted me.
Maybe I could talk him into it today.
Right now, Zachariah had to look over a few applications that were submitted for his club. Last week was Open Night, where pretty much anyone who was interested in the lifestyle was welcome to see firsthand how the club was run and what BDSM was really about.
There were so many books out there in the world that gave the lifestyle a bad name. Those were Zachariah’s words, not mine.
There were at least twenty new potential clients that wanted in, even willing to pay the pricey membership fee.
“They won’t all be allowed to join,” Zachariah had answered when I’d asked. “Some just think it’s all fun and games, but this isn’t just a game. If they don’t know what they are really entering into, these few people could get hurt. And not just physically, but mentally. I don’t want to be held accountable for mental issues.”
“So how do they get in?” I asked.
“They have to take a few beginner classes, that are paid up front, and the Dom that is in charge of the class will report back to me on how they behaved during the classes, which let them see both sides of the Lifestyle. Doms will be the subs and vice versa so they can experience what the other will, and even before and afterward too. People are easy to read once you know what to look for,” he answered easily.
“Like me,” I summed up. He’d said before that I was an easy person to read.
“Yes,” he laughed lightly. “You have always been easy to read, Avidya. But there is still so much your looks cannot tell me.”
“Like what?” I asked, genuinely curious.
“Your thoughts,” he answered. “All your likes and dislikes. Your past, even.”
“You know I have nothing to hide,” I stated.
“I know that,” he said, his eyes pinning me. “I know I’ll find out every little thing from you soon enough.”
Leaving Zachariah to finish up with the last two applications, I made my way to the kitchen. I knew he was watching my backside as I walked away, and I couldn’t help but sway my hips with each step I took, a smile on my face that he was unable to see.
Yeah, I was learning to be a tease, and I loved it.
Not sure what to do, I opened and closed cupboards, looking for anything that sparked my interest. I wasn’t hungry, at least not for food. Closing the fridge with a long drawn out sigh, feeling bored, I turned around ready to go back to the office and watch my husband.
I gasped out in surprise as I was pinned to the fridge, my arms above my head in the next moment.
“You think you can tease me?” Zachariah asked, his voice husky as he dared me to answer him with his eyes.
I lifted my chin in defiance, willing him to do something. Anything.
