Using the barrel of my gun to push the door open, I step inside my office. From what I can see, everything is still in place, and for a moment, I swear I hear my mother's voice now calling me paranoid. And maybe I am. Maybe I had forgotten to lock my office door. That would be an uncharacteristic move, but I can't say I've been acting much like myself lately, regardless.
Still, something feels off, so I head straight for my computer, logging on to the livestream of security cameras around the perimeter of the cottage house. All of our staff are in place and ready for anything, easing some of the tension in my stomach.
Shifting my attention to the various cameras inside the house, I flip through the different rooms. My eyes start to feel heavy and I'm about to call it quits until I land on the final livestream footage. One that gives me a full view of Zahra's bedroom.
My throat dries and any hope I have of talking myself out of looking away and giving her some privacy goes out the window as I'm graced with a sight that makes my cock turn rock solid. Zahra's laying in the center of her bed in nothing but a silk robe parted down the middle. But that’s not all. My sweet wife's legs are spread wide open as she works her glistening pussy with a vibrator, taking turns sliding it inside and toying with her clit.
Before I can even think twice, I move the mouse to the audio and turn it up as loud as it will go. In an instant, her hot pants and moans fill the room, and I feel like precum leaking out of my dick.
"Yes, yes. Just like that. Fuck me just like that," she moans and a hot wave of jealousy comes over me. Who the fuck is she thinking about while getting herself off? She better pray I never find out because if I do, I'll kill them with my bare hands.
"Declan," she moans, and time stands still. I'm convinced I imagined the whole thing as I watch her increase the intensity of her vibrator and draw torturous circles on her clit when she pants, "Declan, please. Let me come. I need to come. I need you."
I need you.The words I'd been so desperate to hear from her lips. The words that confirmed everything I know deep down—she is mine. And now I get to show her exactly how well I take care of what is mine.
Pacing down the hall, I head straight for her room, knowing that nothing and no one can stop me from what I've set my mind on. Tonight will end with me feeling her slick cuntsqueeze every last drop of my come from my cock while she begs for more, and I give it to her.
My hand wraps around her doorknob, and an instant later, I'm met with Zahra's wide eyes and panting breath. I pause in the middle of the doorway, waiting for her to freeze in shock or yell at me to leave.
Instead, she spreads her legs wider and moans, "What took you so long?"
37
ZAHRA
"What took you so long?" I moan, moving the vibrator slightly off my clit so I don't come without Declan's permission. Although a part of me wants to, just to see if he'd punish me for it.
His eyebrows knit together, definitely confused by my calm demeanor to him walking in on me getting myself off.
I turn the vibrator off so I can form a full sentence. "I hacked into your private security account a few nights ago to ensure you had the best view of my bedroom. Though I had hoped you'd be more neurotic about checking security cameras. I figured either you weren't watching or you weren't interested?—"
Declan lets out a growl and gestures to his hard cock. "Does this look like I'm not interested?"
My core clenches in response and I can't stop the moan that falls from my lips. He's still standing in my doorway, entirely too far for me to be able to touch him, and yet somehow he's managed to light up my whole body.
"You said you needed me," Declan states, his voice at least two octaves lower than usual.
"I did."
"Did you mean it?" he asks, a hint of vulnerability in his voice.
"I did. I do. I need you, Declan. Your body, your heart. Need it like I need my next breath." I swallow hard as I let myself have something for once.
"You have me. All of me. I'm yours," Declan declares, stepping fully into my room and locking the door behind him. "And you have no idea how desperate I am to show you how much you own me."
Declan moves so he’s kneeling on my bed, as his eyes trail down my body and his hands search through the sheets for my vibrator. "Do you remember our safe word, love?"
Goosebumps cover my whole body. "It's 'rose.'"
Declan's pupils dilate. "Good girl."
My back arches as he turns on my vibrator and hovers it mere inches from my core. "D-Declan, please," I beg.
"Please, what, Zahra? I won't lay a single finger on you until I have your consent." His voice is firm, and it grounds me. It’s clear that even though Declan's a Dom, I still have power in this situation.
"Use me, Declan. Make me come so many times I lose count. Show me what it means to be yours."
A deep shudder runs through his body, and I can see his restraint dwindling by the second.
