Tied to the Billionaire(52)

“I don’t love anyone else. I don’t want to please anyone but you.” She knelt in the middle of the dance floor. “I’m yours sexually. You’ve never broken my limits or brought me any harm. I love how you keep me on my toes. I loved the play in the greenhouse. If you don’t ever want to share me, fine. As long as I’m pleasing you, I’m happy. Don’t lie to yourself, though, Sir.”

“Get up. Not in public is your limit.” He pointed at her and watched the door.

“I think you’re having doubts and putting them on me.” Her lip quivered.

He grabbed her by the upper arms and pulled her up to standing. Her breasts shifted in the strapless top and the gleam of her piercing teased him. “I have no doubts about your love or devotion. Still, marriage is long and hard. You have to be very honest with me about your kink.”

“You think I’m the one who’ll have a problem with the change. It’s not me.” She grabbed the corset built into the wedding dress and adjusted herself so her breasts lay perfectly.

“What isn’t working? You said as long as you were pleasing me, you were happy.” He tried to hold back his defensive instincts but the fussy traditional day had him frustrated.

“I am. You love watching me. I see it in your eyes. It’s not about Teddy or whichever male you choose. Yes, I enjoy kinky sex with more than one man but if you didn’t love it, I couldn’t do it. If it really hurt you or bothered you, I wouldn’t do it ever. Yet you’re the one who wants to make this change like I’d be cheating on you.”

“Marriage is different.” He remembered the pain in his mother’s eyes tonight. Even after all of those years and a new husband, she still felt betrayed.

“I know, but we’re not your parents. I’d never sneak around and I know you’d never do that to me. If I have a fantasy, I tell you and we talk about it. If you wanted to Dom a male sub to see if you had any of your father’s tendencies, I’d want a front-row seat.”

He frowned.

She smiled. “I know you have no desire for that but it’s an example. I know that you love me. Sex play is just that. Kink is a need and an outlet that works for us. We’re so lucky to have found each other and share it. I can’t promise you the future won’t bring changes. We just have to work together.”

“Changes.” He could roll with the punches in business but in his personal life he needed control. There was no doubt he held the power.

“Our love will grow and endure. You’re letting vanilla rules dictate your kink love.” She folded her arms.

He walked up to her and stared her down. “You’d keep doing it if I wanted to share you?”

“Plenty of married kinky couples share. I get a veto if I feel uneasy with someone. But if you wanted to watch me with a woman, I’d try it…to please you. Maybe I’d like it? Maybe I wouldn’t. Never tried it. Don’t deny yourself something you love because your father couldn’t handle his sexuality in the most upfront and honourable way.”

“I know you’d never go behind my back. I just never thought I’d be in a traditional institution like marriage with kink.” He still had a hard time with the apple pie view of family that had been shattered for him so young. “I want you to be only mine.”

“I am. If you doubt that at all, don’t come tonight. I’ll see you at home and we can talk it out. Right now, I’m going to the dungeon to get changed. Marriage is a long time, Jason. I hope we have at least sixty years together.”

“So you want other men to keep it interesting?” He feared losing her more than anything else in life.

Her soft laugh grated on him.

“I don’t want you to get bored with me. I’d rather leave kinky options on the table and talk about them when they come up. If you want to mentor a new Dom and let him practise on me, I love helping. If Teddy has a horrible breakup and needs our help distracting him from the pain, we would be very good at that. I only want your love but a true sub isn’t selfish. Your limits are because of you and I don’t want you to resent me twenty years from now,” she said.


In that gauzy white dress she was transparent to him. He saw her heart and soul belonged to him. She knew him better than he knew himself. The tears in her eyes went right to his heart. Before he could figure out what to say, she turned and left.

The advice he’d received from the married men at work already had been proven true. If you wanted peace, the wife was always right! Luckily, in the bedroom the Dom had the responsibility to lead. He could fix this.



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In the women’s dressing room of the dungeon, Fiona sat as the other subs fussed over her hair. She’d changed into the green lace corset that just covered her nipples. There was a matching lace see-through skirt. Some subs committed naked but Jason liked it when she dressed up for him.

“You’re not okay.” Martha entered.

The subs all scattered or knelt. Fiona actually liked the straightforward Domme who worked as admin for her now husband. “I’m fine, thank you. The dungeon looks amazing. I appreciate all your work.”

“Leave us,” Martha said to the other subs.

They went without complaint. The Domme adjusted the subtle crown of green gems woven into Fi’s loose hair. “What is wrong?”