I laughed scornfully as he paled under his tan.
“You were right,” he said. “When I married you Iwaslooking for the perfect politician’s wife. I thought that would look good for my career. But I don't care now.I just want you. Yeah, this is turning me the fuck on. It’s fucking hot as shit degrading myself and crawling to you. Becauseanything you doturns me on. Be a tradwife or a raging bitch, I don’t care. I want you either way. I want another chance to try this for real.”
Heat was dripping down my thighs, and why should I deny myself any pleasure when I had a man here thirsting to give it?
“All right, you can come over, but I think you’ll need a leash on. You don’t look in control.”
For a moment, I saw his harsh face flush red, flooding his cheeks and reddening his throat and down to where his shirt was unbuttoned to the muscular pectorals dusted with dark hair.
I waited to see what he’d do as I held out the leash.
Would he give in? Tear the collar off and agree to this divorce?
After all, I wasabsolutely of no use to him politically. In fact, I’d be a detriment. Because I wasn’t going back to the old Paloma.
“Yes, Mistress,” he said in a low, rough voice. “Whatever my Mistress wants.”
My nipples tingled and I stood up and walked over to him, snapping the pet leash onto his dog collar.
Then I put the tip of my stilettos on his throat.
“I will allow you to pleasure me. Because of how nicely my pet licked his bowl.”
“Yes, Mistress,” he growled. “I live to serve you.”
“But it means nothing more than that to me. No emotions. You’re just the nearest man.”
“It means nothing toyou,” Silas said. “ButIdesire nothing more than to please you.”
I ignored him and began to dog-walk my husband across the room on his leash.
Click click clickwent my sharp heels on the wooden floor and he padded along beside me, big knuckles dragging along the ground.
“Look up!” I said sharply. “Nobody likes a lazy pet.”
Then I sat down on the sofa and leaned back so he could just glimpse my pussy, the leash held lightly in my hand.
“You may attempt to please me. But keep your hands behind your back. They’ve been crawling all over the floor and they’re very dirty.”
But as he crawled eagerly between my spread thighs, he made a low oath and gripped my calves convulsively.
“You’rewet,” he gritted out, flashing those dark eyes up to me.
Feral bastard.
I tugged on his leash. Not hard enough to hurt. But hard enough to get his attention.
“Bad pet. I said no touching.”
“Yes, Mistress.”
Without the use of his hands, he had to nudge my short skirt up with his nose, try to move it with his chin as he burrowed his face between my thighs.
“Let me use my hands to take off these fishnets.”
“No,” I said airily, ignoring the fact that heat was pulsing through my pussy. “If you can’t get in, don’t bother.”
With a low growl, he tore at the fishnets with his teeth, ripping them to shreds as he chewed through the fabric.
