Chapter 53 Phoenix
Phoenix
It feels weird pulling into the garage while it's still daylight. I don't have set hours, but still, coming back in the middle of the day feels odd. I slip my phone back into my pocket. I start to wonder if endlessly scrolling while Roni works in her studio has become my new habit.
But there's something weighing on me. Something about the conversation she's having.
Something about the way people are trying to claw away at what's mine.
I'm not usually so easily distracted. But this feels different.
Maybe it's my past. Maybe it's all the loss I've had before.
She's given me no reason not to trust her.
Quite the opposite. And it's not her I'm concerned about.
It's them. The men angling. The men hunting. The men stalking my Little Temptress.
I pad down the hall to Roni's studio and tap on the door.
I'm surprised Vic isn't sitting at his post outside, but I can talk to him about it later.
She opens just a bit, her cheeks flushed and eyes bright.
I know from what I could see on my phone she's just about wrapped up a stimulating session with one of her followers.
“Why are you so happy?” I ask, pushing my way inside.
Roni grins. “I've had a pretty good day. I got a massive tip. We don't need it, but it feels good.”
I love seeing her like this. Proud of herself.
Proud of what she's able to accomplish. I feel a twitch in my eyes as they widen, taking in her streaming setup.
The camera. A set of small, bright lights.
A laptop. And there's what she's wearing.
This black outfit clinging to every curve.
My teeth grind. And I pull the door shut behind me.
Roni giggles and sneaks her arms around my neck.
Jealous, she teases with a giggle, hopping up to wrap her legs around my waist. I step forward, my voice low and tense.
“You're mine, Little Temptress. No man can take you from me. It's not about jealousy. Just sometimes you need reminding. Lately, I've felt like without you, I'm nothing. And I need you to remember that. Because I will die before I let anybody else come between you and me.”
Her smile falters. Can't say I'm surprised, I'm sure she didn't expect that, on top of being home at an unusual time. I'm not usually this forward and possessive. She knows how much I want her. How much she means to me. But I need to do better to make sure she never forgets.
I stand her back on her own feet, then cup her face and pull it to mine, kissing her with a hungry intensity. When I pull away, I let out a ravenous growl.
“I've got work to do, Little Temptress. Have fun.” She watches me as I back away, her eyes glowing. Still, I slip out and close the door.
I’m determined to trek to my own office.
I don't bother looking for Vic or his team, nor do I stop to grab something to drink.
I make a direct line for my desk where, as soon as I've got my computer on and ready, I open the software I've hidden on Roni's computer.
I quickly sort through files of images. The number of dicks people send my wife is outlandish.
But each comes with a decent tip attached.
And while it might not be my thing, I can't deny the look on her face for the contribution she feels she's making.
I saved @SIMPleSimon’s messages for last, and today's are something. There's extensive talk about foreign objects and tools. Unconventional, sure. But undeniably intriguing.
Just what do you want my wife to do for you, Simon?