Chapter 9
My alarm clock goes off, waking me from my sleep.
I grab my phone, switching it off. Rolling back onto my back, I notice the sun shining through the curtain and squint my brows in confusion.
I look over my shoulder and see the bed is empty.
Where is Zayn? His alarm always wakes me up at six.
He gets up early and hits the gym every morning before work.
I set my alarm just in case I fall back asleep. How did I not hear his alarm?
I went to bed later than usual because I sat out in the living room reading.
I always read in bed until I get tired. But after last night, I gave Zay his space and, to be honest, I wanted space from him too.
I’m such a light sleeper that even if I fall back asleep after his alarm goes off, I always wake up from it.
A yawn erupts, and I stretch my arms overhead before slipping out of bed.
I head for the bathroom and start the shower all the way on hot.
I let the bathroom warm up with steam and head to my office to see what orders I need to bake today.
As I pass by the kitchen, last night’s conversation with Zayn slips into my mind.
What set him off? I was only asking questions.
The same questions I’m sure any girlfriend or wife would ask.
Pushing his odd behavior aside, I wait for my laptop to come to life.
I read over Haley’s order. She is my number one customer aside from the cafés I bake for.
She comes to me for every holiday, birthday, or event she has going on.
I’m not sure what this lady does, but she seems to always have something happening.
She loves that I deliver everything to her—for a fee, of course.
She says it helps her tremendously, not having to worry about finding time to pick up her desserts.
Today she ordered twenty-four strawberry cupcakes with buttercream frosting and twenty-four double chocolate cupcakes with fudge frosting.
What is she doing to need all these cupcakes?
After doing a short meditation in the shower, I put on lavender-colored leggings with a beige tank top. Throw my hair up into a bun and start Haley’s order.
I get lost in the day while RUFUS DU SOL blares in the background.
I reach down, setting a couple of loaves of bread in the oven, trying to get ahead of schedule, when all of a sudden, warm hands wrap around my hips.
I abruptly stand up tall while swinging my hand back and clashing it onto someone.
My whole body shakes as I turn all the way around and notice it’s Zay.
My eyes flare wide as I bring my hands to his face. “Oh my God, Zay. I’m so sorry. Are you okay?” I ask while comforting his cheek. “Alexa, turn off,” I yell, and the music stops. My heart thumps in my chest.
His eyes squint while he nods his head.
“I didn’t hear you come in.” I step back, glancing at him.
He drops his hand from his face. “It’s my fault. I shouldn’t have walked up to you like that.”
I wince at the red mark appearing on his cheek. “Are you okay?”
He gives me a dead stare. “Yes. You couldn’t hurt me if you tried. I’m too strong,” he says sarcastically.
“Oh really? Should I try again?” I say with my hands on my hips.
He steps back. “If you can catch me.” And then he takes off running.
I follow behind him, passing our living room, skipping a step at a time while we race up the stairs. Our laughter echoes through the house. He runs into the room, jumps on the bed, and lands on his back. I halt my steps when I notice he’s not in his work clothes.
“Wait. When did you take your work clothes off?” He has on his gym shorts and a black t-shirt.
He lifts his arms behind his head, resting his head on the back of his hands. “I changed in the laundry room while you were jamming out to your music.” He pauses. “You shouldn’t play it that loud if you can’t hear. What if someone breaks in?”
I roll my eyes, getting up on the bed next to him. “Who’s going to break in?”
He shrugs slightly and tilts his head. “You never know.”
I scoot closer to him, swinging one leg over and straddling his midsection.
“Oh, baby,” he rasps. “What are you going to do to me?”
I search his face before saying, “No. What are you going to do to me after last nights”—I shake my head— “whatever that was.” I pause. “A tantrum.”
His brows knit together. “I did not throw a tantrum.”
My grin turns into a smirk. “Then what was that?” I ask, raising my brows in question.
He leans up, staring at me. “Or does someone need to get punished for slapping me?”
I run my hands down his biceps, feeling his muscles. “What kind of punishment?”
“Oh, you know, a pounding kind.”
“Oh no. Don’t do that,” I say in a sarcastic, scared voice.
He pushes me softly down onto the bed as his weight shifts above me, straddling my center. He pins me beneath him, staring down at me with his eyes dark with desire. The friction of him rubbing his hard cock on me increases my arousal.
“How bad of a punishment will I get?” I ask in a high-pitched voice with a soft frown.
His dark eyes lock onto mine. “A very hard one,” he says, leaning up and stripping his shirt off. The soft, ambient light is glowing through the curtains and glistening off his pecs.
“No. Please don’t,” I say in an innocent voice.
His lips curl while his hands drag down to my waistline. He pulls off my leggings forcefully, and I hear a small rip from a seam. This role play is too good to even care. My center pulses as he grips my hips, staring over me and licking his lips like he can’t wait.
I love our role plays. We’ve been doing them for a while now.
After being married for so long, you have to change it up and get out of your comfort zone to keep it interesting.
It was so hard for me at first to get into character because all it did was make me laugh.
Over time, I’ve gotten better and so has the sex.
My eyes widen slightly as I drift my hands down his pecs to his waist, grabbing at his shorts. “I do deserve a punishment, sir.” I fist his shorts tighter. “Show me how much I deserve to be punished.”
In one smooth motion, Zay throws his shorts off, his cock springing out. His ridges pulse down his shaft.
I glide my hands down my body, grab my tank top, and throw it off. My breasts bounce as they become free.
Zay chuckles darkly as he presses his finger to my clit, rubbing it with just the right amount of pressure.
A small moan escapes my lips as he drags me into the moment.
His motions quicken and my back arches. My orgasm is already peaking.
How can it be? Then I try to remember the last time we had sex.
Was it in Vegas? That was weeks ago. Our norm is at least three times a week.
What the hell happened? That weekend couldn’t have dragged us down that much.
As my moans increase, he stops. My eyes go wide, staring up at him. “What the fuck?”
“Not yet,” he says sternly.
“Zay,” I say in a sharp tone. “Don’t tease me.”
He leans down, the warmth of his chest hits mine. “I just need to be in you. I can’t wait.”
I wrap my arms around him, lifting and spreading my legs.
His tip runs down my slit until he pushes himself into me. I catch my breath in my throat and let out a moan as he paces himself in and out. “Oh fuck, you’re so wet.”
“That’s what you do to me, baby,” I say in a ragged breath.
“This is supposed to be a punishment, miss,” he says with a deep, heavy breath.
I gasp slightly. “But sir, it is,” I say in a high-pitched voice.
A gasp comes out again as he hits my G spot harder, quickening his pace.
“Can’t you tell from my harsh moans?” I say, my voice on edge because damn it, it’s been so long I don’t think I can hold myself anymore.
This role-playing has my body riled up and my body contracting against his thrusts.
My body is trembling beneath him as the tension builds inside me.
The role-playing blurs away as I hold myself to last a little longer.
The sounds of his groans increase in my ear, making it harder for me to hold on.
My back arches as my lips part; a heavy moan builds up and my body shakes beneath him.
His breath grows ragged as mine slows down. Beads of sweat drip from his forehead. He steadies his movements, and his groans escape his lips louder. He buries his head deeper into my neck and his body shatters on top of me.