“Is that… Do you think he’s wrong to do that?”
“No. I think it’s smart.” She places her half-empty cup of tea on the table. “I stayed because I was afraid. Afraid I couldn’t raise Rowan alone back in the countryside where I was born. I didn’t want him to grow up without a fatherly figure… and hoped that Barrett would one day change.”
“But… he didn’t,” I add.
“No. Not until Rowan grew up, anyway. I made a mistake... And maybe I was a bit naïve, too. I loved Barrett—we had the kind of love you see in movies.” She smiles reverently, as if she can see flashes of their life before her eyes. “But it ended when Rowan was born. We weren’t right together and had huge differences about the way we wanted to raise him. We crashed and burned, and now we’re holding onto each other’s ashes.”
I only smile faintly and flatten my hands in my lap. I made mistakes, too, and I was—am—afraid. For losing Rowan, for facing the horrible things I’ve done. But there comes a day when you’re put to the test again, and history repeats itself until you learn whatever you were supposed to learn the first time.
By listening to Anne’s story, I know I never want to give in to the weaker parts of me again—to the cowardly, meek, insecuregirl from the suburbs I’ve always been. And I can tell just from the way she looks at me that she’s hoping I can find that strength. The one she lacked back then, when her story started.
“You know, being a military wife won’t be easy…” She trails off. “And I don’t want you to feel alone. Other women might not understand what it’s like, but I do. The limited privacy you’ll have in the public eye, the long, dreadful periods of separation when he’s deployed to God knows where… I had to go through it twice. First with my husband, then with my only son. It’s really difficult. Especially if you love hard.”
And fuck, do I love hard.
“Thank you… Anne,” I say, a sheer layer of tears forming in my eyes. Not from sadness, but from gratitude. I didn’t realize just how much I needed to hear that. She leans forward, throwing her arms out to give me the warmest hug.
That night, Rowan comes home and strips me naked, leaving me only in my knee-high socks. The hearth glows from a well-stoked fire, glazing the bedroom in a soft, flickering light. Goosebumps pebble my skin as he rakes his eyes over me with a hunger so raw it makes my pussy throb.
“This is how I want my wife to wait for me every night,” he murmurs, his naked body hard against mine.
“I’m not your wife yet.” I breathe out a smile. “And we’re not supposed to do this until our wedding night.”
He hums as if he understands, but once I’m naked, there’s no turning back with Rowan. And I don’t want there to be. I shiver when he runs his knuckles along my bare arm.
“Lie down, angel. I want to eat your pussy.”
My walls clench at his words, begging me to do what he says. But I swallow the thought for just a bit longer because I want tofeel him too tonight. Looking into his eyes, I lower myself to my knees and grip his hard erection with my small, ringed hand.
“Angel…” he groans, his cock twitching in my grasp.
“A little self-control, Commander. Surely you can do that, can you not?”
Another groan, louder this time. He huffs like a bull penned in too long, ready to charge at the slightest touch, and this is when I realize that I’m quite enjoying having him under my command. I push out my tongue and wrap it around the head of his cock, licking it lightly. Teasing him. His cock hardens more, filling my mouth to the brim. I love it when I struggle to take him and my body finds a way to adjust.
His fingers stretch into my hair, on the top of my head, burying themselves between my strands. It hurts a bit, and he smells like a god, and we’re back in our dynamic that I love so much.
“Sucha good girl.” He pets me as I take him deeper into my throat.
I gag, but I breathe through my nose like he’s taught me. My body relaxes around his cock, and he moans, making my hand reach for my pulsing pussy. I push a finger inside and keep it there, unmoving, the same way he does sometimes when he’s busy working but still wants to feel me.
I slide my slippery mouth back and forth, my lips pressed tightly around his cock, my drool and his pre-cum coating more and more of my tongue. I lick him up and swallow, making a sloppy mess on my face that makes me feel proud. Proud for being his breaking point. Proud for making him lose control. Proud for claiming him as mine in a way I’ve never had the courage to do before.
“Fuuuuck,” he groans, his head dipping back. “Angel,stop. Stop, I want to fuck your pussy before I come. Please, let me have it.”
Please.
Two small figurative horns poke through the top of my head as he says that. I increase my pace, gagging and sucking, until I feel him shake in my grasp. He fists my hair, pulling me hard against his shaft. And then his seed spills into my mouth and down my throat.
I swallow as best I can, listening to his raw voice above me as he laughs.
“Poor little bird,” he says and pulls me by my hair until his cock is out in front of my face, stiff and veiny and coated in a sheer layer of cum. “You’ve just earned yourself a chastity belt and a horny, licked-up pussy you won’t be able to touch.”
“Rowan…” I plead.
But he shakes his head, amused, as he saunters over to his side of the bed, where he often keeps the sex toys he buys in the spur of a moment without my knowledge. The drawer of his nightstand slides open, and I gasp softly when I see him pull out an actual chastity belt with a leather strap and small metallic band which I assume is there to cover the pussy. The belt includes a clasp with a lock and keys dangling from it—keys that Rowan takes into his other hand as he saunters over to me.
“Lie down,” he commands me.
