Chapter 7
CHAPTER 7
JASON
I stare down at my wife, my heart clenching in my chest. I'll never know how I became so lucky to find her, let alone keep her, but I refuse to look this particular gift horse in the mouth. Once I have her settled in the car, I make my way to my side.
Deep in my pocket, I still hold the collar I plan to give her. I wasn't lying about it being on her neck one way or another. Just one more show of ownership that everyone will see. Granted, only those in the community will really understand its purpose, but I'll know.
It will look so pretty around her neck while she cooks under me, adding another bit of flavor to our already spicy life. Turning, I glance over at Rhylee and smile. She's so tired. I can feel the exhaustion wafting from her body, but I'm not done with her. Not yet.
Gripping the skirt in my hand, I inch it up her legs until her pussy is bare to me once more. Poor thing probably doesn't have another orgasm in her, but I can't get enough of her feel, her taste, or her smell. I was already obsessed before, but now that she bears my mark, it's as if a switch has been flipped.
Her soft moans fill the car as I reach between her splayed thighs and slide my fingers across her slick pussy. Still so fucking wet.
“You were perfection tonight, my pet,” I murmur, keeping my touch light and gentle.
“Hmmmmm,” she sighs, rolling her head to the side to look at me. “You weren't so bad yourself.”
“Even if I did leave you sticky, gooey, and icky?” I tease.
Her soft laugh skitters down my spine and into my balls where they draw up so painfully tight. How did I ever exist without her? She smiles so sweetly, so trustingly up at me as I continue to play with her.
Thankfully, the roads are bare. No doubt all the parents are out with their children scooping up Halloween treats. The vast nothingness stretches out in front of us, and for a moment, I debate just running away with my new bride.
Work be hanged. I want nothing more than to lie next to her all day and wake up with her every morning. Work will just get in the way of me pleasuring her body, giving her that bite of pain she needs to orgasm.
“We don't work all day,” she laughs. “There will be plenty of time to indulge and still bring home a paycheck. We've made it work before. Quite well, I'd say.”
“I agree, but it doesn't change the fact that I want to spend every waking moment in your presence.”
“I guess you'll have to change the menu to make us work a bit more closely together. It is rather difficult when you have me on the other side of the kitchen.”
A heavy sigh drifts from my lips. “I don't want to talk about work.”
“I know,” she agrees, her heart heavy.
I can feel the unease through the bond, and I can smell it wafting from her skin. “Talk to me, Rhylee. What has you so concerned?”
“I don't know, really. I just know this changes everything. I'm no longer the omega you're seeing after work. I'm your wife. What does that mean for us? Will I need to get another job?”
Unfortunately, I can't think while my fingers are messing with her pussy. Pulling back, I rest my fingertips against Rhylee's lips and wait for her to clean them off before putting my hand back onto the steering wheel. Yet one more thing that will have to be cleaned tonight.
“I will not entertain any discussion about you getting another job. Are you planning on fighting me for the role of Head Chef?”
“Of course not!” she barks out, her tone lined with incredulity. “I don't want that much responsibility. Ever. You know that. It's why I was content remaining as your sous chef.”
“Then why would you need to get another job?”
“I don't know. Conflict of interest? I've never had to think about it before. I mean, yeah. Part of me always hoped I'd end up married to you, but I never let myself actually plan for that future. I know you're just as lost as I am. I can feel it like a discordant thrum through the bond.”
“You're absolutely right. I never let myself dream of this moment. The idea of you belonging to another Alpha, even for six months at a time, was far too horrific for me to even contemplate. But the idea of me marrying you... The thought was so beautiful, so poignant, that I feared getting my hopes up.”
“And now we're married,” she says quietly by my side.
“Now we're married.”
Silence descends on the car as we drive the rest of the way. But honestly, there's not much else that needs to be said. Our heart can certainly fill in the gaps.
The small house shines out from the cozy cul-de-sac as if it's welcoming us home. To the right and left, the neighbors have up their ghastly decorations, but Rhylee and I chose not to join in. We didn't think it would be fair since we wouldn't be at home to pass out goodies.
As I scoop her from the car, I note the blood blossoming on her shoulder. At least any onlookers will think it's part of a costume. The last thing I need is for some busybody thinking I actually harmed her.
Another loud yawn eases out from between her lips as I hold her close and take her inside. She really is so dreadfully tired. As much as I want to fuck her again, I know she needs sleep and time to heal. There will be plenty of time for everything later.
Just as she wisely said, we've made it work before. Nothing really has to change. And yet, everything has. Even as I bring her into my house, I notice how her touch is barely on any of the surfaces. Probably because she feared being married to someone else and getting too attached.
“Let's get a new house,” I blurt out, surprising myself with such a notion.
Her sleep addled brain struggles to catch up as she looks at me in shock. “I think I need you to repeat that.”
“Why not?” I ask, warming up to the idea. “A lot of couples have to either choose to live with the other person or get a new place for the two of them. Let's do it. Let's get a new house that's completely us.” Excitement thrums through my body as I start to make plans and counterplans. “Besides, since I've discovered kink, it's been my dream to have a white picket fence and a dungeon in the basement. Let's face it. Living this close to neighbors makes it rather difficult to have my way with you.”
“But wouldn't it be one more change on top of everything else? I mean, I'd love to go house hunting with you, but-”
“No buts,” I growl, hauling her into my arms. “Master hat is on now, and that means we're doing it.”
She nibbles on her bottom lip and looks away from me. Through the bond, I feel her sadness and longing. But that's not right. She should be happy.
“Okay, my pet. What has you so discontented? I thought you'd like the idea of a new house, one you can make yours just as much as I make it mine, would make you happy.”
“I understand, but...”
“But? Even with the bond, I'm not a mind reader when I can't actually pick up on your thoughts properly.”
“Our memories are here. I gave up my apartment to move in with you. That was a really hard decision.” She pulls from my arms and walks over to the kitchen table. “This is where you spanked me for nearly hurting myself with the knife when you told me to let you do it. And this is the floor I knelt at and ate from your hand. I'm here too... just not in the visible ways.”
“Oh sweetie,” I murmur, holding her gently. “Those memories will still be in our hearts and minds. But if you really don't want a new house, we don't have to get one.” Something rankles between the bond, leaving me even more confused. “Unless I'm wrong? I can feel your distress. Out with it.”
“You make so much more than me,” she finally blurts out. “I want to help you get a new house, but my paycheck doesn't go nearly as far.”
“Is that all?” I laugh, relieved to finally know the truth. “Trust me, I plan to use this house as leverage for the next. As far as you helping me goes, I'm fine with you putting your touch all over this new place. Except the dungeon. That will be mine to design. Trust me, I'm not going to have us look at a mansion or anything like that. Just maybe a step up from this old place. Sound good?”
With a soft sigh, she sags against me. “Sounds good.”
“Now then, let's get you to the bathroom before you lower the resell value by getting blood everywhere.” My heart loosens as touch as her throaty laugh drifts from behind her as she sashays in front of me.
The moment I go to remove her shirt, however, her expression sobers. “I know I can handle pain but...”
“I know, sweetheart. Here, let me get my knife.” A dull ache gathers at the base of my skull as I rummage around for a suitable utensil. As fun as it was daydreaming of our new future with her, I was remiss in taking care of my submissive.
By the time I'm back, her face is screwed up in discomfort. “First things first.” I open the medicine cabinet and pull out some pain relievers. “Take these.” I fill up a small cup and put them in her good hand. “That's my good girl.”
She knocks them back and sways a touch, but I steady her and sit her down onto the toilet seat before slicing the shirt away. I shouldn't be getting hard, but any time my knife is near Rhylee, I can't help but want to fuck her. It doesn't help that blood trickles down over her body in such an alluring way.
I pull the gauze back and look at the wound. Michelle was right. It certainly could have been a lot worse. For all the bleeding, it's rather shallow. Dabbing at the wound, I wipe as much blood away as I can before applying the disinfectant.
Though I purr for Rhylee, her cries of anguish tear into the very fabric of my soul. It makes sense why all of this is done during a heat. The omega would be so delirious that they would feel little to no pain. But as it is, she has to feel every agonizing moment.
“I know, my love. I'm almost done. You're doing so good for me.” I pause to stroke her cheek, smearing her tears across her face. “You always look so lovely when you cry. I bet you're soaking wet too, aren't you? Stroke yourself, sweetie. No sense suffering when you can find pleasure in the pain.”
My cock pulses against my pants as her shaky fingers slip down between her thighs. Soon, her cries become intermingled with gasps until the only way I can tell the two apart is with the help of the bond. By the time she orgasms, I'm wrapping her up, finishing the whole ordeal.
“That's my good girl,” I purr, helping her up from the toilet seat. “Now how about you and I get some much-needed sleep?”
She doesn't even have to answer me. The staggering in her steps says it all. Holding her close, I lead her into our shared bedroom and help her get in under the covers. Between the pain pills and a good night's sleep, she should be much better by tomorrow.
With a soft smile, I take the collar out of my pocket and set it on the nightstand next to me. I didn't have a chance to give it to her, but I know a way that will make it all the more memorable.