Chapter 8
CHAPTER
EIGHT
AUDREY
“It’s truly no worry at all. We are actually going to stay in our suite for tonight. Could you give the remainder of the payment to our Dominatrix from last night as an extra tip for us staying late with us?”
Bo has Kerri, from the front desk at Sins, on speaker, explaining that our reservation for tonight would’ve been with a different Dominatrix if we had come in.
After our experience last night, I don’t think I could be with a different Dominatrix.
I already felt attached to the one last night after one session, and that was my biggest concern before we even went into that room…
I just didn’t want to express those worries to Bo.
The experience was everything and more than I could have hoped for, but it’s clear I’m not good at letting things go—like having a fun one-night stand and moving on.
If paying for a Dominatrix to let you eat her cunt multiple times in one night is considered a one-night stand.
I’ve been smiling all day, until Bo picked up his phone. And the disappointment has been eating at me harder than I thought it would since he hung up his phone.
“Do you think we did something wrong?” I finally ask.
I would have worried myself to death if we hadn’t gotten more reasoning for why we’d have to see a different Dominatrix if we would’ve ended up back in the club tonight. But I’m sure they can’t hand out info to random strangers, so I’m deciding for us to stay in tonight.
Random strangers.
*That’s all we are to her.
And again, I knew that stepping foot into her room. But it doesn’t make it sting any less.
“We did nothing wrong, even the girls from the front desk last night said that we were fine. They even said that we could come back anytime we wanted on the phone.”
I give him a soft smile because I know mopping around won’t help anything. “Can we just order in and stay in our robes tonight?”
“We can do whatever you want, Darlin’.”
Tonight’s our last night. We fly out super early in the morning, so I don’t mind staying in after the extremely long weekend we’ve had. Pulling out the room service menu, I flop down on the bed, but my mind floats back to being in that room at Sin’s, yet again.
Boden planning all of this for me on our twentieth anniversary was more than I ever imagined, but somewhere deep down, it’s only solidified the need to add a third to our marriage.
But that means being the talk of our town, and as a labor and delivery nurse, that’s my worst nightmare.
The less attention on me and my marriage, the better.
So it’ll just be the two of us until the end of our lives, and I’ll have to stuff my feelings back down where they’ve lain dormant long before this weekend.
Our little yellow house comes into view from where we sit in our ride share, and I look to Bo beside me, admiring the smile lining his lips.
We love this house and the life we’ve built in it, and nothing puts that into perspective quicker than a vacation.
Especially a vacation like the one we just had.
I’ve missed my routine. And my shower and bed are calling my name, especially knowing I’ll be back to work tomorrow morning.
Bo grabs our bags as I move to enter the code into the lock on the front door. When the bags hit the ground, I turn to make sure he hasn’t fallen, but then my back is against the wall beside the still-open door.
I murmur into his lips, “Boden, babe.”
“Mmm…” His hands grip my ass, tracing their way up my body, and I groan, always appreciating how his body melds into mine.
*I grab his hand and start dragging him to our room. “Let’s go shower the airport off of us.” He kicks his foot back, shutting the front door—we’ll lock it later.
By the time we make it to the en suite, our clothes are haphazardly thrown on the bedroom floor, the water in the shower is warming up, and Bo is gripping my ass like this is the last time he’ll ever be able to.
Bo’s need for me, his urgency, never gets old.
Even after having our daughter all those years ago, my body changing and aging—plus the hormonal changes—he’s still just as obsessed as ever.
And I feel equally as greedy for him, wanting more.
Why would I ever be dumb enough to bring another person into our marriage when we’re nothing but happy and healthy the way we are?
Twenty years, a house, a kid, jobs we’re both successful in—but here I am… wanting more.
“What’s going through that pretty head of yours, Darlin’?”
His lips trace down my neck, causing my head to fall back on my shoulders. “A lot…”
He sucks the spot between my shoulder and neck between his lips, and asks, “A lot of what?”
We step through the open door, of our oversized glass-walled shower, letting the hot water pelt our bodies. This shower was my only big request when we remodeled our house, and Bo did an amazing job installing it himself.
“Well, is it something I can help with?” Bo reaches over and turns on the waterfall shower head that’s positioned directly over the built-in tile seat in the corner, before he sits down and pats his thighs for me.
I mule over his question as I move to stand in front of him… is this something he can help with?
Truly, I don’t know.
Part of me wants to keep it to myself so he doesn’t feel pressured to bring someone into our marriage, but another part wants to see if it would actually work.
But what if it tears us apart?
My eyes rake over the hard lines of his glistening body, and a moan almost escapes me, but I manage to hold it together. His cock is already rock hard against his stomach, so I don’t hesitate to straddle his lap.
I give in to my urges by grinding up and down his length, using him to take my mind off our Dominatrix from Sin’s. She has no business being in my thoughts; I don’t even know her fucking name or what her face looks like for fuck’s sake.
Of course she’s not going to be our third.
That was her job, and she was doing it damn well.
I’m certain she falls asleep with clients after a couple of great orgasms all the time.
Bo’s hand grips the back of my neck as his lips meet mine, engulfing me in him. My back arches when I feel his hand snaking down and brushing my labia.
What am I, a cat in heat?
“Fuck me, Bo. I need you in me.”
His hand grips his cock, and I watch as he slides his swollen head through my folds. We both groan at the sight.
“I love you, Audrey.”
“I love you too, Boden.”
And like it’s what he was waiting to hear, his head breaches my hole. He holds the bottom of my ass, allowing me to stretch around him as he helps me move up and down his length. My knees dig into the tile, and I do nothing but welcome the pain.
The doorbell rings, causing me to jump. “Fuck! We didn’t lock the door!”
He brushes a wet strand of hair out of my face. “Shh, don’t worry, it’s our food. I ordered sushi on the way here, so we didn’t have to cook tonight after the long day of travel.”
And this is why this man gets my pussy thrown on him at all times.
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