Chapter Five
Aaron was a bundle of nerves by the time he arrived home.
He’d re-read those texts from Amber about a dozen times before he’d ever pulled out of the station parking lot. And the commute had given him fifteen minutes to think about them, analyzing every word in his brain and wondering if there was really anything to it all.
It had been a few years since he’d admitted what he was.
And what he was…was complicated.
He was definitely a cuckold. Or a wannabe cuck, at least. Amber hadn’t acted on anything beyond some mild flirting and sharing some naughty pictures online. But she’d never actually slept with another man. Hadn’t even gone on a date or kissed anyone, either, since they’d been married.
Yet.
Perhaps soon?
Despite all the lack of activity, Aaron still felt in his soul that he was, in fact, a cuck. It was just his nature. He couldn’t explain why. Hell, he didn’t even know why! But that unique desire had been present for years.
For several decades now, he’d wondered if there was something wrong with him. What would possess a husband to want to see his wife in bed with another man?
He didn’t even have to actually see it, either. He just wanted it to happen!
Amber could tell him about it later, for all he cared. So long as she got to experience the joy of having someone take her the way she deserved to be taken.
And as long as she had fun.
He wanted her needs to be met. They were what mattered most to him.
Maybe that was the submissive in him. Which led him back to pondering what he was exactly.
He loved serving her. Having a queen. There was no greater thrill in the world than submitting to a dominant woman.
His dominant woman. The love of his life.
Then there was that whole other added aspect of his nature. The one that really complicated things—as if they weren’t complicated enough without it.
The one he hated saying, even silently to himself.
That…Little nature.
Man, he was complicated.
Yeah, that was the right word.
Or maybe beyond complicated.
He was a damn puzzle!
He didn’t understand any of it.
How could a tough fireman also be a submissive cuck? And a Little?!
Which begged the question: was he really tough? Or was the whole persona he put on at work just an act?
You weren’t faking it when you ran into a burning building to rescue that man. There was nothing fake about the way you risked your own life to save another. Stop being so hard on yourself.
All these questions were swirling around his mind as he parked his pickup in the garage and walked inside the house. Mixed in his head with his insecurities and doubts was a healthy dose of arousal. It was a strange dichotomy, but one he lived with often.
That arousal only intensified when he heard Amber’s voice call out, “Hey, honey.”
He smiled as he placed his keys and wallet on the counter. Just hearing her voice melted away the cares and dangers of the day.
She was his happy place.
What she said next reminded him who called the shots in that house. Just like he liked it…
“Is that where your keys and wallet go?”
“No.”
“Where do they go?”
“The basket on the credenza.”
The beautiful woman nodded. “Then put them there.”
He grabbed the items in question and walked to the built-in credenza that rested in an alcove along the wall, dropped them in the small wicker basket, and then returned to the kitchen where Amber waited.
“Good boy,” she said with a smile.
Aaron nearly melted. Those two simple words held such a power over him. Amber clearly knew it, too.
He almost melted again when she wrapped her arms around him and squeezed tightly.
“A rough one, huh?”
He knew she was referring to his day. He’d sent her a text about the fire, letting her know why he was two hours late getting home.
“Yeah.”
“But you saved a man’s life.”
He pulled away just enough to look down into her eyes. “How do you know about that?”
She wore a wry smile as she explained, “The captain called. He wanted me to take extra special care of you. Said you’d really been through it.” That grin widened. “Of course, he doesn’t know the type of extra care I have in mind…” She lightly tapped his chest.
Aaron returned her smile. Was she talking about being dominant? Or perhaps Little Space?
Surely she wasn’t going to cuck him. They didn’t do anything with that beyond sexy talk...
He wished she would! But it was okay if she never actually did it. Just the thought sure excited him!
But the excitement dissipated as quickly as it came.
He couldn’t give into any of those urges.
Submitting? Being Little? Getting cucked?
Forget it. Not now. What would the guys at the station think if they knew?
What about those reporters who’d shown up at the scene of the fire?
They wanted to interview him about the rescue—though thankfully he’d managed to dodge them all afternoon.
But what if they knew the truth about him?
They wouldn’t be so eager to have him on TV then.
Or maybe they would be. To ridicule. Stuff like that got lots of viewers. The clips would spread all over social media, pulling in tons of reactions and shares.
Dude, chill. No one but Amber knows your secrets. Calm down.
As if reading his mind, Amber moved her hand up and softly caressed his face. “Honey, it’s okay. You need Little Space tonight.”
“I’m really fi—”
She shook her head, causing her blonde hair to sway. “Who’s in charge here, little boy?”
Aaron flushed with excitement and a hint of embarrassment. His member flickered with life. A lump formed in his throat, but he managed to choke it down and say, “You are.”
Amber cocked her head to one side, her gaze turning stern. “Anything you want to add to that?”
He gulped. “You are, ma’am.”
Her blue eyes twinkled as her face softened into that beautiful smile that never failed to get him, no matter the circumstances. “That’s better.” She stroked his face again as she gazed up lovingly into his eyes. “You don’t always have to be tough. It’s okay to let your guard down.”
He nodded. This was a conversation they’d had many times before. For whatever reason, though, even though he knew she accepted him unconditionally and that no one else in the world knew his secret, he still had a hard time sliding into Little Space.
Which was a problem because he so often craved it. Desperately.
He thought of countering her point but decided not to. He was too tired to resist. Besides, Amber would win. There was no stopping her anytime, but especially when she was in Mommy Mode.
So, the weary firefighter didn’t resist as his wife took ahold of his hand and led him toward their bedroom.
On the way, he remembered the text from earlier. Suddenly aware that there was potentially more than just Little Space brewing, he grew very excited.
What was in store for the couple that night and on their time off next week?
Aaron had no idea. But something told him it would be grand.