Page 5 of Vintage

I hopped over my feet, slowly unbuttoning my shirt while smirking at her captivated gaze. I knew my wife adored this moment. She relishes when I either dress up or undress, offering just enough of a glimpse to keep her intrigued, prolonging the anticipation until the grand reveal that leaves her weak in the knees. The way she craves the sight of my toned physique and the veins in my hands is undeniable. To her, I am the most captivating when I’m engrossed in my work.

She bit her lip, taking slow, deep breaths. Each exhale was long and deliberate as her eyes wandered over my bare chest while I pushed the shirt down my biceps, allowing it to drop to the floor.

I wrapped the belt around my hand, observing her breath catch in her throat. She was aware of what was to come. I was delicately working her from one kink to another, slowly adjusting her to accept what I offered and expected while honoring her boundaries and limits.

Letting the belt dangle loosely, I moved behind her, gently brushing the leather tip against her back, tracing a path from her delicate hips, along her spine, and pausing at the exposed side of her neck.

The purple mark from last night stood out vividly on her soft skin, staring at me proudly.

I leaned down slightly and pressed my thumb against it, eliciting a wince followed by a deep, satisfying moan.

She inhaled deeply, and my smile widened.

Fucking gorgeous.

I questioned in a low, deliberate tone, "What does the perfect collar for my good girl look like?"

She paused briefly before answering, "I don't know."

I shut my eyes, exhaling softly before reopening them and striking her shoulder blade with the belt's tip.

"Ah!" she gasped in surprise.

With a firm grip on her hair, I compelled her to turn and face me, now on all fours.

"You will not hesitate in my presence, Amery Shen," I growled, observing her tremble.

Striking the belt loosely in the air, I watched her again. She knew what she must say; she was trained to be my good, submissive girl who'd please me. Would do anything to do so.

"Yes." She whispered, her eyes locked with mine.

"Yes, what?!" I forced another command.

"I will not hesitate in front of you." She licked her lips, and I could easily see her hips shifting and thighs squeezing.

A smirk perched on my lips.

"In front of who, sweetheart?" My voice lowered to a deep octave as I released her hair and gently grasped her chin with my thumb and forefinger.

"My husband," she stated with assurance, maintaining unwavering eye contact with me.

I smiled. Pleased. "Fuck... Indeed. That's like my good girl."

She smiled at her praise and eagerly looked at me.

"My good girl wants her treat, isn't it?" I asked, watching her nod. "Lie on your back, spread your legs, and show me how you liked to be fucked."

She slipped her face from my hold and stood up, climbing over the island and spreading her legs, giving me the front-row seat to the fucking most beautiful view in the world.

She parts her pussy lips with one hand while using the other to slide her fingers into her tight opening, the squelching noise echoing in the stillness of the evening air.

I felt my phone vibrating in my back pocket, and with a smile, I took it out. I noticed her muscles tighten as I held the phone to my ear, observing her pleasure as she teased herself with her fingers, moaning softly.

A soft voice floated from the other end, "Hello," it belonged to the woman I was meant to have dinner with alongside my wife. She sounded disappointed, but I couldn't care less as my dessert sat before me, oozing and beckoning.

"What’s up, Willow?" The moment I uttered her name, Amery stiffened, her hands freezing in place.

I growled and struck the belt against her thigh. She let out a loud, pained moan, flinching at the impact.

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