When he returned, she didn’t know how many minutes had passed. All she knew was that she had blissed out for a precious second. As Henry sat behind her again and wordlessly touched her, eliciting a spark beneath the water as he rubbed her nipples while kissing her throat, Monica swore that she had been a fool for pushing him away.
Yes…Her response knocked around her head as her lips parted and only emitted a tiny groan of acquiescence. Monica’s hand reached up and behind her, clutching the back of Henry’s head as he grabbed her, holding her naked, wet body close to his bare chest and acting as if he were about to pull her out of the tub and have his animalistic way with her on the bathroom floor.
But he kept her there, holding her, bruising her neck with kisses that reawakened that part of her begging to be consoled by her Dom.
Take me away from this place…The thoughts in her head. The events of the day. Let her be taken care of, and let him feel grateful for the chance.
The tub was unplugged a minute later. Henry helped his wife out, wrapping a large towel around her with the intent of drying her off. Monica swayed where she stood. The heat had gotten to her, but his strength pushed her here, there, back into his arms again. She was liquid heat like the bubble bath, willing to be poured into his arms if he was willing to drink her until she was gone from this world.
She stepped into the bedroom before him. There, conspicuously placed on their bed, were the handcuffs and spreader bar.
“I want to be a team with you, Monica.” Henry didn’t touch her as he slowly passed her, heading toward the bed. “Me being aggressive… the dominant one… it doesn’t mean anything if youdon’t give me your half. It’s what I miss most when it’s been a long while. Add on stress and what this family has been through, and all I can think about is proving to you that I’m the shelter you need. Just like you’re mine.”
She wiped bathwater from her face. The towel was still wrapped around her shoulders. “Whatever you want, sir.”
He fluffed the bottom of her full hair as it settled on her shoulders. “I want you, Princess. To want me.” His finger lingered on her chin, reminding her of Jackson’s threatening touch from earlier. Yet Monica didn’t freeze up like the frightened deer she had been earlier that day. Instead, she offered Henry a longing look that conveyed her desire to believe him. “This is me taking care of you. Everything is foryou.”
“You love that about me, do you?” she whispered.
He was only slightly taken aback. “I love everything about you. In moments like these, though, I do love your unfettered devotion to what we have. It’s completely changed my life. I hope it has changed yours too. For the better.”
Monica turned her attention back to the implements on the bed.Freedom in restriction.She knew it well.
The towel dropped to the floor. Monica approached her husband, tugging on the elastic waistband of his pajamas and batting her lashes at him.
“I’m at your service, sir.”
He caressed her face, pushing her hair farther back. “And I’m at yours, Princess.”
Monica waited for him to kiss her first, tilting her head back and parting her lips to accept his. As Henry crashed upon her, his tongue making love to her whole mouth, her hand continued its descent down his pants and discovered he was already waiting for her go-ahead. Slowly, the electricity flowed through her – between them. He told her to close her eyes, and she did. He told her to wait, and she did. When he blindfolded her withthe tie he had left hanging over the back of a chair when he undressed, he told her to search her mind for what itwantedto see.
“Speak all you want tonight, Princess,” he murmured in her hair, holding her against him, his erect cock pressing into the small of her back and driving her crazy. “Let it all out. Cry in pleasure. Scream in agony. Tell me what you’re feeling. The good and the bed.”
This was his way of getting her to open up?Oh, Henry…
He led her to the bed, although she knew the way perfectly enough. Yet his doting touch, his princely help, made her smile. She crawled onto the bed, completely abiding as he cuffed her to the bed and propped her up on her knees. Monica’s head hung in the gap between their pillows. The blindfold was tightened behind her head so gravity wouldn’t pull it off. It wasn’t until her ankles were secured in the spreader bar that Henry spoke again.
“I can’t fathom how beautiful you are, sometimes.” He rubbed her back, kneeling on the bed. “You know, when I look at you like this, all my body can think about is fucking you. But all my heart thinks is how much I love you.”
She slightly chuckled. “You’re full of words tonight, sir.”
“I’ve got a lot of words in me, yes. You know what else I’ve got in me?”
Of all the things she could have guessed, she went with, “Testosterone?”
“Piss and vinegar. The same things that you do.”
He got off the bed. Monica anticipated him joining her, both on the bed andwithher. With the blindfold on, strapped into one specific position, she was forced to think about what it would be like once he made love to her. How good it would feel tolet gowith him directing the direction of her destiny.Take me. Make me forget. Be relentless, Henry.
Remind her how much she liked it, coming from a man who loved her.
“You are power, Princess.” His voice came from behind her. “Everyone underestimates you. I refuse to be one of them.”
She was ready for him, but still, he hesitated.
When Henry spanked her, she shuddered.
“Tell me what you want,” he said. “I’m yours to command.”
