Zara was ready to face this Christmas meeting her Dom husband, Hal, as a friend. They’d been apart for eight months and she wasn’t sure how it would go. She had no idea how things between them had come to this. Especially when she got her first glimpse of him and all the old feelings woke up. The lust-on she had for him was stronger now than before the rift.
Much stronger because she was his submissive.
Too strong as this new version of attraction for him spanned a relationship history that covered intensive sensual ground. A landscape that he’d built, maintained and controlled for them.
What did that mean?
All the dirty promises he’d made. All the things they’d done together. The things she’d done for him alone were shining in his eyes. Tempting her. Calling to her. But that was too bad. He had some making up to do first.
“You what? You expected me to understand? To wait? To forgive you for something that made no sense?” She looked away and whispered, “I was the one that watched you leave. Remember that, because it’s the one thing I can’t seem to forget.”
Hal was ready to admit the truth. He’d let his ego crush both of them. One failed business venture, a huge lawsuit, and too many headaches attached to both of those things had caused him to close down and shut her out. Now that he’d bulldozed his way through the massive stresses, he saw his greatest failure to her and the special relationship they’d had. It was time to own up and admit this truth to her. The newfound strength and power that came with conquering this sort of professional adversity had given him back something he’d been lacking for a long time. It was the feeling of rightness—of being the man he wanted to be for her. As to that...?
He was prepared to be patient.
He was ready to fight.
But there was only so much he’d take.
“Good, but don’t. I haven’t finished making you pay for being an asshole.”
That made him laugh. “Honey, if your earlier performance was any indication in the way you’re going to punish me, I’m good with it.”
“We’re back to dating for a while. Don’t you remember the ways I used to punish you? Of course, you weren’t supposed to know, but I’m pretty sure you did.”
He remembered the nights he was shut out of her sexual jam. He also remembered the days he was let into that hot paradise only to be ignored afterward. She was the Mistress of shit like that.
“Are you telling me we’re back to you being the boss of my cock-teasing fantasies?” When she didn’t answer, he realized she was already asleep.
Yeah, hence the patient part of his recapturing his wife’s good graces.
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