Total pages in book: 266
Estimated words: 250787 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1254(@200wpm)___ 1003(@250wpm)___ 836(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 250787 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1254(@200wpm)___ 1003(@250wpm)___ 836(@300wpm)
A picture of us hangs in the grand foyer. She’s wearing the white dress she wore the first night I saw her, and I’m in a black tux. It’s from our tenth anniversary when we renewed our vows. I can’t go back and change the night we got married but I tried to give her something…more. Even when she told me she didn’t need it. What makes it even better is our three boys—Adler, Keller and Sawyer—are in it with us.
She still has the dress. And once a year, she wears it for me. I take her out to dinner and show my wife off to the world. I’m proud to call her mine. The following morning, I surprise her with a honeymoon trip. She never asks what I have planned or what I’m going to do to her. She trusts me with her life, and I love to keep her guessing. As much as I love to see her dressed up, I also love to see her begging and crying for me to fuck her like a desperate little whore. And she loves it too.
“Doll face?” I holler, removing my jacket and tossing it over the round table in the grand foyer, knowing she’ll get on to me later for it.
“In the bathroom,” she calls out.
Smiling, I make my way to our primary suite. Entering the bathroom, I find her standing at the counter, wearing nothing but a white towel tucked under her arms. Her long dark hair is up in a messy bun, and her makeup is done on the light side. The bathtub gurgles as the water and bubbles drain.
“How was Adler’s appointment?” she asks, her pretty blue eyes meeting mine in the mirror.
“Good. Devin said everything looks great.” I come up behind her and undo the towel, letting it fall at her feet. Her body is still wet in some areas from her bath, and she’s got bubbles on her shoulder.
My hand massages her ass cheek that still has my name branded on it. I promised I’d never take my wedding ring off, but I broke that promise shortly after I made it. I removed it to get her name tattooed on my ring finger. She had told me that she wanted to legally change her name to Charlotte. I wanted her to know that I supported her decision.
Charlotte Bailey Reeves is the name she chose. Bailey was her father’s middle name. She wanted him to still be a part of her life.
Pulling away, she turns to face me and throws her arms around my neck, wrapping one leg around my hip. “I don’t have to be back at the spa for a few more hours.” The pregnancy took a lot out of my wife and after the boys arrived, she wanted to spend as much time as she could with them. She eventually took over the spa her mother owned and made it her own. “How long before you have to go back to work?” she asks.
I lower my hand to grab her ass and push my lips to hers, whispering against them. “I’m going to spend my day watching you get off, doll face.”
“Haidyn,” she groans, pushing her hips into mine. I’m so fucking hard for her. “I have to go in later…”
“No. You don’t.” She has a great team that works for her. They can handle the day without her. “How’s that sound, Charlotte? Want to be my good girl coming all over herself?” I love forcing her to come over and over. My wife is gorgeous, but there’s just something so fucking sexy watching her turn into a blubbering mess while she’s covered in cum.
“Yes. Please.” She leans forward to kiss me, and I pull away, making her growl in frustration.
My free hand drops between her legs, and I run my fingers over her pussy. She’s wet. Not as much as I want but I’ll get her there. Letting go of her, I slap my name branded on her ass. “Rip everything off the bed except the fitted sheet. I’ll be right there.”
I turn and enter the closet and then press a code to open the secret door. Entering the room, I grab my bag and drop it onto the table in the center of the room and then go to the wall and grab everything I need. My wife designed this house just how she wanted it. And we knew we had three kids on the way. So she made sure we had a private room where I could do whatever I wanted to her. Even after the boys move out, I’ll still use it to play with her.
Going back to the bedroom, she sits on the edge of the bed, waiting on me like the good girl she is. Her workday long forgotten. I drop the bag at her feet and kneel. I grab the first item and hold it up to her face.