Chapter FiveLowering the Boom
“You seem stressed?” he observed four nights later as we prepared for bed.
I shrugged.
“You’ve barely said a word since I got home from the office and you’ve been moody since the weekend.”
I knew what he was referring to and smiled internally at the success of what had been the deliberate ploy of allowing the “happy mood” he had noted to take a route to its opposite Pole not long after having given him a taster of what he had been missing recently.
You see, the very night after I’d ordered the c**k-cage I’d virtually taken him to bed and ravaged him.
The above accomplished with his willing consent, given I hadn’t been showing much interest in him that way for a while; despite still being as attracted to him as ever.
At the time of writing my older husba
