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Plan for a baby.

Istare at number ten. The thought is terrifying. I scratch it out and decide to wait a few more years. Maybe forever.

I enjoy my time alone with Nero. After stepping down from my position at the hotel, I took a job at a nearby studio. Twice a week, I teach a body pump class. I also offer in-person and online training. It’s fulfilling and rewarding to help different women achieve their goals.

At night, I get Nero all to myself.

On Saturday mornings, we go to Home Depot, where I convince him to do DIY projects for the house and buy me another plant. Looking over at the pothos Nero bought me last week, I find it fighting for its life—another sign that it’s time to retire from serial plant killing.

Nero

On my way home. You better be ready, wife.

The thrill shoots through me when I read his words. At the thought of what new heights of pleasure Nero would bring me tonight. I run up the stairs to my walk-in closet and search for the latest lingerie set I bought.

A pink open-cup teddy with a G-string thong catches my attention. I personalized the thong to say “Princess” on the back. Nero’s going to love it. I get dressed and lather myself in oil.

When I hear the garage open, I quickly rush to the center of our bedroom, kneeling in front of the bed.

Placing my hands in my lap, I count my breaths as the excitement courses through me. Heavy footsteps sound on the stairs, and I smile to myself, keeping my head bowed.

When Nero gets to the doorframe, I can feel his heated gaze.

Friday nights were reserved for our dom and sub-play. The rest of the week, we just had sex as we pleased. Which, by the way, was every day. Before work, after work, in the shower, on the kitchen counter. We were both equally obsessed with one another.

Nero circles me, taking in my kneeling position. His hand caresses my cheek, and he lifts my face to him.

“Such a good wife.” He growls, and I nuzzle into his touch.

He removes his vest and takes his time removing his shirt. I delight in the show, his stiff muscles and the tattoos swirling over his defined abs. My mouth parts in anticipation. Nero walks to the drawer and retrieves a bottle of lube. He kneels behind me and kisses my neck.

“I’m taking your ass tonight.” My thighs clench at his words, but I don’t have time to relish in them before he lifts me and moves me so that I’m slightly bent over my knees.

His cold hands run over the custom lettering.

“I love this one on you,” he growls before biting down on the fullness of my ass one time before thrusting a finger coated with the lube into my back hole.

I suck in a breath. My fist clenched in from of me on the carpet. He adds another finger, and I bite down on my lip at the intrusion. He thrusts his two fingers in and out of me. I’m thrown off by the small whimper that escapes me as I begin to find the intrusion more pleasurable than I had prepared for. I want all the pain, and it’s not enough.

“Nero.”

“Yes, Princess?”

“Stick it in me, please.”

“Stick what in you?”

“Your cock. Please, Sir, I want to feel you in me.” I beg.

“This is gonna hurt.” He warns before removing his fingers and replacing them with something much larger. I jolt forward, gripping the carpet in front of me, when I feel the first inch of him push in.

Oh, my gatos.

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