Profane (Devout Trilogy Book 2) by Lesli Richardson

Author:Lesli Richardson [Richardson, Lesli]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Lesli Richardson
Published: 2020-06-29T18:30:00+00:00

Chapter Eight

I find Ward waiting exactly where I told him to.

Even better?

He’s in a formal bow on the floor.

“Bonus points for that, boy,” I say as I walk up to him, my bare feet directly in front of him. “Thank me for the orgasm.”

He scoots forward, where he kisses and licks the tops of my feet, exactly as I suspected he would. “Thank you for the orgasm, Sir. And thank you for fucking me, and for letting me suck your cock.”

I’d say he’s a quick study but I know it’s more correct to say I obtained a pre-trained pet. “Let me know by six p.m. tomorrow what day and time to come over for dinner. I will arrange our schedules accordingly.”

He remains in the formal bow and kissing my feet. “Yes, Sir.”

“No touching your cock to play with it. No kissing Liam without permission. No letting Liam get you off, and, obviously, you don’t do anything to him, either.” I go over my other rules one more time, just to make sure he processed them. “Questions?”

“No, Sir.”

“Good boy. Sit up.”

He does, and I return his phones. “Meet me at the hideaway office tomorrow at noon. Ass lubed and ready, or it’ll be very uncomfortable for you.”

His cheeks turn deliciously red but he nods. “Yes, Sir.”

I lean in, tightly cup the back of his neck, and kiss him. Not just a peck on the lips, either.

With my lips slanted over his, I thoroughly explore his mouth with mine and let him have a literal taste of the kind of life now within his grasp.

I want him needy and hungry—for me. “Text me first thing every morning, and last thing every night. You may still text Liam, but he comes second to me.”

He nods. “Yes, Sir.”

Am I seriously going to force Ward’s loyalties onto me, and use what I know about operant conditioning to train my boy so that Liam automatically comes second in Ward’s heart and soul?

You’d better believe I am.

I’ve never had a fear of my husband leaving me. Before this, I never would have so much as entertained the notion.

“Right hand,” I say.

Without question, he holds it up. I fasten my day collar bracelet around it.

I want Liam’s heart to ache when he sees that bracelet there. I want him to remember the day he fastened it to my wrist.

I want him to remember how it pained him to watch me remove it upstairs.

I need him to understand what he has to lose if I walk away.

The only way I can function is to believe my husband wants me and wants to save our marriage.

Maybe this tangible reminder of what his choices are—to fuck up and lose me, even if he does keep Ward—will help him make better decisions going forward.

The other part of the equation is I’m hurting and cannot make myself wear it right now, even though I want to.

It’s not the reality.

I cannot pretend this didn’t happen, that Liam didn’t shred my soul by not doing one little thing I asked of him.

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