Chapter 17
CHAD
Isurvived another night in this gigantic mansion. I can’t wait for the day John tells me I can move back in with him. I’m not cut out for country living all alone.
There’s nothing else to do here since I don’t have the same skills as my husband when it comes to renovations, so after working out a bit earlier today and getting ready, I head over to the farm again to see Wyatt and the animals.
I can’t wait until Blake is back so I can spend my days hanging out around the farm and creating content with him while John is at work.
Waiting for John to get home every day is such a drag.
Which reminds me, I should probably check in with him about when his brothers will be able to update my house. That’ll give me more to do soon too.
My day at the farm is similar to yesterday, making my rounds with the animals until I’m back where I belong with the miniature donkeys. I’m having the best time with them when a woman in a flannel shirt and jeans pulls up.
If I didn’t know Liam was an only child, I’d swear this was his sister with how similar they look, but maybe it’s just the clothes.
Do I need to start wearing flannel now that I live here?
John doesn’t though, so I think I’m good.
I have a hold on Coco and Charlie’s leashes since I was walking them around, so the three of us go to greet the woman who I now recognize as the donkey handler from the wedding.
“Um, you’re not here to take them are you?” I question. “Blake said he adopted these donkeys and only hired you to help.”
This is not the time for Coco and Charlie to go to a new home. I need them here with me.
“Oh no, no. Not at all, as much as I do love them,” she jokes, but I tighten my grip on their leashes. I don’t trust this woman yet. “I’m actually here to see if Blake would like to expand his donkey crew.”
“Another donkey?” I ask, much more excited now as I try to bite back my grin. Maybe she’s not so bad.
“Yeah, we receive rescues sometimes because people know we have our own donkeys. We just got two miniature donkey foals yesterday, and I just can’t take any more. So I’m trying to find a better home for them, and I thought of Moore to Love Farms.”
“Yes!” I shout. “Sorry, I mean, yes, we’d love to take the baby donkeys!”
“I tried calling Blake, but I wasn’t getting an answer from him so that’s why I stopped by. Is he here?”
How do I play this? I need those donkeys in my life. I’ll be the best mini donkey dad ever. “He’s actually on his honeymoon, but I’m Chad. Blake’s best friend, best man—as you might remember—and new farm hand. Blake left all decisions up to me, and we would love to give your donkeys a new home.”
She looks at me cautiously.
“Coco and Charlie would love new friends, wouldn’t you both?” I nod at the donkeys, trying to get them to nod back to me, but Coco just brays. Yes, I looked up what sounds donkeys make. I’ve been doing a lot of research lately.
“Is Wyatt here, maybe? It’s not that I don’t trust you, it’s just that I don’t actually know you. I need to make sure they’re going to be well taken care of.”
“He sure is. Let me just put these guys in their home, and I’ll go get him.”
“Alright, thanks.”
I hurry to put Coco and Charlie in their pen, but don’t make it seem like I’m rushing them. I don’t want this woman to think I’m a bad interim donkey dad. As soon as they’re secure, I go to Wyatt’s and explain the situation and that, if possible, I’d really like to take responsibility for them.
He comes out, and to my absolute delight, he tells the woman we’re more than happy to take the donkeys.
“Great. I’ll get them ready and we’ll be back tomorrow with them,” she promises.
“Do they have names yet?” I ask eagerly.
“The male is Jack and the female is Jenny.”
“Oh that’s perfect! Coco and Charlie, and now Jack and Jenny.”
“See you tomorrow,” she calls before she drives away, and I wave, giddy knowing that my life will completely change tomorrow.
“Thank you so much, Wyatt. I’m going to make Jack and Jenny the happiest mini donkeys in the world!” I assure him.
“I don’t doubt that one bit,” Wyatt says, smiling at me.
“I’ve gotta go get my house all set up!” I shout as I start jogging to my car. “I’ll see you tomorrow, Wyatt!”
“You’re planning to put those donkeys in your house?” he questions, clearly confused. I might’ve left that detail out when I said I wanted to be responsible for them.
“Uh, yeah, of course. Where else would they sleep?”
He just shakes his head, laughing, but Jack and Jenny are going to be treated like royalty come tomorrow, and I can’t wait.
I buy nearly everything I can in town for Jack and Jenny and unpack it all in my house.
They have four dog beds to choose from, multiple five-gallon buckets for water with a tray for their spills, blankets, even some dog toys.
I don’t know if they’ll play with any, but I wanted to spoil them.
Besides, the internet said they can take on dog-like behavior, so I think with a little bit of love and encouragement, they will.
This is good. This gives me something to focus on. Exactly what I need.
But now that I’m finished setting up, I look at the time and realize it’s still only early afternoon.
None of that took as long as I’d hoped because John still has a while left at work.
God, I hate that he works. Why can’t he just spend all his time with me?
Is that so unreasonable? I’m not asking for the moon.
Just… availability. Devotion. Maybe a little obsession.
Hmmm. How do I communicate that without sounding like I need more than the arrangement he’s willing to give me?
I’m sure I’ll think of something when I go over to his place later today.
I’ve been thinking extensively about my kink list and wonder what John’s will look like.
Probably a bit different than mine. So far, he’s been super bossy and growly when we’ve had sex, and I am a big fan.
The spanking was great, plus he mentioned that he likes to be in control with the blindfolding and insisted on always being the driver, so I think he’d be more into the “dominant” activities than me, which is perfect since I need someone to do the spanking.
I doubt he’s filled it out though. He usually needs time to warm up to my brilliant ideas.
He probably thinks the list was stupid, but I don’t care.
I have to know what he’s into, and if I have to, I’ll use my body to make it impossible for him to ignore me, then he can clamp my nipples and have his way with me.
Or whatever kink he’s actually into since I already know he’s attracted to me.
The tension between us is so intense, and he always gets hard around me.
Now I want him to tell me exactly what he likes so that we can have the best sex ever.
John will probably be another hour, so now seems like the perfect time to go to his house. I want to be there waiting for him when he gets there, and I’m pretty sure his back door handle is still broken.
Is breaking into someone’s house wrong? Maybe. But he’s my husband, and the state of Nevada can prove it.
What’s his is mine.
As soon as I pull up and run around to the back, I confirm my assumption is correct.
This is genius. I really should break in more often.
Maybe then John will finally remember to give me a key.
But the thrill of breaking in is already making this whole thing more fun, so I’m fine with this option for now.
When I’m inside, I glance at the kitchen table and notice the kink lists are gone.
I’m positive this is exactly where I’d left them.
Did he read mine? He must’ve at least touched them.
Just to be sure though, I open the trash to check.
I don’t see any papers in there, so he must’ve put them somewhere safe.
My heart rate spikes in anticipation as I eagerly wait for him to get home.
Today’s a sex day, and I can’t wait to see what John has planned.
Oh, maybe I can get ready now! I don’t have any supplies—not that he wanted me to prep myself anyway—but I’m sure there’s something I can do that would be special for him.
I quickly pull out my phone and open the blank kink list again.
There’s a big section of it about domination and submission, and I keep being drawn back to it.
I try to picture John and me participating in the activities I remember the meaning of, and it’s pretty easy to imagine him in any of the roles they have labeled as “dominant.”
I do another search: “domination and submission for beginners.” I click on the first article and am immediately drawn in. I end up going down a rabbit hole, learning about why people might like submitting to their partner, and how it can be empowering to be the submissive one. I’m fascinated.
I end up on a website that has a blog where a “sub”—apparently that’s what the author considers themself—talks about all the things they love about it, and even describes a lot of the activities they enjoy doing to submit to their “Dom” in a “scene.” It all sounds so exciting and sexy, and I honestly want to try them all.
A lot of them do involve props, but as I read through everything, one thing stands out to me: waiting for their Dom in a submissive posture, on their knees with their eyes down. Then when their Dom gets there, they tell them exactly what to do to please them.
I don’t need anything special to try that! Easy peasy.
For a moment, I consider waiting at the front door, but decide it would be a better surprise if I’m in his bedroom. Plus it’s in better shape than downstairs.