The Tyrant's Wife

335 The fate of naughty wives

“Should we put Evan’s gift to good use?” He teased.

She peeked up at him wondering if he was joking. Concluding that he was serious about it, she glanced at the film she had stopped. “It’s a little awkward that we know who sent it to us. I’m not saying I’m not curious.”

Taking that as a yes, he hit play and took a peek at her flushed face.

For Evan who didn’t care if his friends saw him half-naked and with women’s panties thrown around his living room, it certainly wasn’t a big deal for him to find a collection of erotic films and send it to his friend who just got married.

As long as she didn’t think about who gave them the film, it would be alright. However, watching an erotic film and doing so with her man beside her were two different things. Her face flushed when she caught him looking at her.

“Don’t tell me you have never…” he started to tease her, and she jabbed him playfully.

“Shut up.”

“Okay.” He laughed.

Surprisingly, the film was an actual movie—although it was short and had a ridiculous plot.

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“That’s just a collection of cliché story lines that make zero sense separately and even less sense put together.” She laughed at the next cliché plot twist that they had both seen coming from miles away.

But the movie’s next turn took a turn she didn’t expect. One minute, the maid was cooking and the next, her boss was kissing her hungrily and venturing under her clothes. For a second, she thought she had missed something but then she realized that was how abrupt the movie was.

Although it was the most ridiculous movie she had ever watched, it did remind her of something. Desmond was her boss before they started dating. In fact, he was still her boss.

She peeked at him and caught the desire in his eyes. But he was not watching the movie. He was watching her—and probably thinking the same thing she was thinking.

She pushed her laptop aside and crawled over to him. “Do you want me to change into my uniform, sir?” she purred, quite aware that the clothes in their closet included cosplay outfits. She had noticed one that was probably supposed to be an office attire but the skirt was nearly as short as a headband.

Taking his silence as a cue, she shuffled off the bed after kissing his lips gently. “Wait for me. Don’t move a muscle.”

“Some muscles don’t need me to move them.” He smirked and watched her as she disappeared into the closet. She later came out wearing the tiniest skirt he had ever seen and a buttonless blouse.

He couldn’t wait to touch her but she had other ideas. Before he got to her, she wagged her finger at him and grabbed a scarf from the bedside drawer.

“You are not allowed to touch your employees. Company rules.” She teased.

He grinned. “Who set those rules?”

“You did. Which is why you are not allowed to break them.” She climbed onto the bed and grabbed his hands, which she tied up and linked to the bar attached to the headboard. She had not been able to make much sense of its presence but whoever put it there was onto something. She tugged on the scarf to check if the knot was tight enough and smirked when she felt how secure it was.

“What are you thinking about?” He asked. Nothing good ever came out of that smug look of hers. It was the kind of look she had when she was scheming something.

“I’m wondering whether or not to blindfold you.” She bit her lip and grabbed another scarf.

It was already enough that he couldn’t touch her, and now she didn’t want him to see her either? He frowned at her new torture method but said nothing of it when she blindfolded him.

With his eyes closed, his senses were heightened. He could feel her scent every time she inched closer, and every touch of hers set him ablaze. He was already on the verge of losing his sanity before she immobilized and blindfolded him. Now that she was touching and teasing him, he strained against the scarf around his wrists.

Crap. She was way too serious about tying him up. He felt her inching closer and running her hands all over him, settling at his waist. Instantly, he knew what she was up to. She kissed a trail down his body, her hair brushing against his skin.

He sucked in a breath when she pulled away, only to settle her hands at the sides of his boxer shorts. She pulled them down and contrary to his expectation that she would tease him some more, she closed her mouth around him and sucked him all the way down.

Her moan vibrated against him and he no longer knew what was harder to bear. Her mouth was equal parts pleasure and torture. She knew exactly how to make him lose it and she was using it to her advantage.

She pressed her lips firmly against his cock and sucked all the way up and for a second, he was certain he had died and gone to Zaria’s-mouth-heaven. But just when he was close to the edge, she pulled away and took off the blindfold.

He realized for the first time that she had taken off the blouse and now only had her tiny skirt on.

She had a wicked smile on her face. “Like what you see, boss?”

“That sounds like a trick question.” He groaned. He was so hard it was bordering on painful. She knew that, because she winked and slid a hand between her legs.

“It’s about to get better.”

She parted her legs and traced a trail up her inner thigh. Before she could process it, he broke out of his restraint and grabbed her, pinning her onto the bed.

‘I’ll show you what happens to naughty wives,’ he thought, but he was too busy kissing her to say it out loud. Her tiny skirt was off her within seconds and, fondling her boob, he parted her thighs further and planted himself inside her in one hard thrust.

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The following morning, Zaria woke up to the sun shining right on her face. The drapes weren’t doing much to block it.

She groaned and turned to face the other way to try and catch some more sleep. Seconds after closing her eyes, she remembered where she was. In the bridal chamber, and she was married! And today was the first day of their honeymoon.

It would have sounded like a dream if she didn’t have the soreness between her legs to prove what happened last night. After teasing Desmond, she had been taught a lesson for most of the night.

Her face flushed. What kind of punishment was that? It felt more like a reward. Speaking of which, where was her husband?

As if her internal question had summoned him, the door opened and Desmond came in with a tray. This was the same way she had seen him the day before. She could get used to the sight.

“You’re finally awake, sleepy head.” He placed the tray on the table.

“Who should I thank for sleeping too long?” She retorted teasingly and inhaled the aroma of bacon. “You are spoiling me. Are you sure you don’t have an ulterior motive?”

“Of course I do. I plan to fuck the hell out of you and it’s proper manners to feed your wife before you tie her to your bed.” He sounded as though he was joking but based on last night, it was likely that he meant it.

He poured her a cup of coffee and plated her bacon. “What do you think?”

“About your scheme? You’d have to do more than just food.” She pretended to be unimpressed.

In response, he uncovered the blueberry waffles she had not noticed. Seeing her lick her lips, he asked again, “how about now?”

“You’re evil.” She cleared her throat. She couldn’t resist blueberry waffles. “Still, not enough.”

“Good. Because I’ve already packed for our honeymoon and I’ll have plenty of time to impress you.” He gave her the waffles, which she dug in enthusiastically.

“I also have something for you.” He stated, and brought a white envelope.

She eyed it suspiciously. Judging by the thickness of the envelope, it had to be some kind of multi-paged important document. She swallowed. Should she be scared?