Page 14 of Bound to the Chef

“And now we're married,” she says quietly by my side.

“Now we're married.”

Silence descends on the car as we drive the rest of the way. But honestly, there's not much else that needs to be said. Our heart can certainly fill in the gaps.

The small house shines out from the cozy cul-de-sac as if it's welcoming us home. To the right and left, the neighbors have up their ghastly decorations, but Rhylee and I chose not to join in. We didn't think it would be fair since we wouldn't be at home to pass out goodies.

As I scoop her from the car, I note the blood blossoming on her shoulder. At least any onlookers will think it's part of a costume. The last thing I need is for some busybody thinking I actually harmed her.

Another loud yawn eases out from between her lips as I hold her close and take her inside. She really is so dreadfully tired. As much as I want to fuck her again, I know she needs sleep and time to heal. There will be plenty of time for everything later.

Just as she wisely said, we've made it work before. Nothing really has to change. And yet, everything has. Even as I bring her into my house, I notice how her touch is barely on any of the surfaces. Probably because she feared being married to someone else and getting too attached.

“Let's get a new house,” I blurt out, surprising myself with such a notion.

Her sleep addled brain struggles to catch up as she looks at me in shock. “I think I need you to repeat that.”

“Why not?” I ask, warming up to the idea. “A lot of couples have to either choose to live with the other person or get a new place for the two of them. Let's do it. Let's get a new house that's completely us.” Excitement thrums through my body as I start to make plans and counterplans. “Besides, since I've discovered kink, it's been my dream to have a white picket fence and a dungeon in the basement. Let's face it. Living this close to neighbors makes it rather difficult to have my way with you.”

“But wouldn't it be one more change on top of everything else? I mean, I'd love to go house hunting with you, but-”

“No buts,” I growl, hauling her into my arms. “Master hat is on now, and that means we're doing it.”

She nibbles on her bottom lip and looks away from me. Through the bond, I feel her sadness and longing. But that's not right. She should be happy.

“Okay, my pet. What has you so discontented? I thought you'd like the idea of a new house, one you can make yours just as much as I make it mine, would make you happy.”

“I understand, but...”

“But? Even with the bond, I'm not a mind reader when I can't actually pick up on your thoughts properly.”

“Our memories are here. I gave up my apartment to move in with you. That was a really hard decision.” She pulls from my arms and walks over to the kitchen table. “This is where you spanked me for nearly hurting myself with the knife when you told me to let you do it. And this is the floor I knelt at and ate from your hand. I'm here too... just not in the visible ways.”

“Oh sweetie,” I murmur, holding her gently. “Those memories will still be in our hearts and minds. But if you really don't want a new house, we don't have to get one.” Something rankles between the bond, leaving me even more confused. “Unless I'm wrong? I can feel your distress. Out with it.”

“You make so much more than me,” she finally blurts out. “I want to help you get a new house, but my paycheck doesn't go nearly as far.”

“Is that all?” I laugh, relieved to finally know the truth. “Trust me, I plan to use this house as leverage for the next. As far as you helping me goes, I'm fine with you putting your touch all over this new place. Except the dungeon. That will be mine to design. Trust me, I'm not going to have us look at a mansion or anything like that. Just maybe a step up from this old place. Sound good?”

With a soft sigh, she sags against me. “Sounds good.”

“Now then, let's get you to the bathroom before you lower the resell value by getting blood everywhere.” My heart loosens as touch as her throaty laugh drifts from behind her as she sashays in front of me.

The moment I go to remove her shirt, however, her expression sobers. “I know I can handle pain but...”

“I know, sweetheart. Here, let me get my knife.” A dull ache gathers at the base of my skull as I rummage around for a suitable utensil. As fun as it was daydreaming of our new future with her, I was remiss in taking care of my submissive.

By the time I'm back, her face is screwed up in discomfort. “First things first.” I open the medicine cabinet and pull out some pain relievers. “Take these.” I fill up a small cup and put them in her good hand. “That's my good girl.”

She knocks them back and sways a touch, but I steady her and sit her down onto the toilet seat before slicing the shirt away. I shouldn't be getting hard, but any time my knife is near Rhylee, I can't help but want to fuck her. It doesn't help that blood trickles down over her body in such an alluring way.

I pull the gauze back and look at the wound. Michelle was right. It certainly could have been a lot worse. For all the bleeding, it's rather shallow. Dabbing at the wound, I wipe as much blood away as I can before applying the disinfectant.

Though I purr for Rhylee, her cries of anguish tear into the very fabric of my soul. It makes sense why all of this is done during a heat. The omega would be so delirious that they would feel little to no pain. But as it is, she has to feel every agonizing moment.

“I know, my love. I'm almost done. You're doing so good for me.” I pause to stroke her cheek, smearing her tears across her face. “You always look so lovely when you cry. I bet you're soaking wet too, aren't you? Stroke yourself, sweetie. No sense suffering when you can find pleasure in the pain.”

My cock pulses against my pants as her shaky fingers slip down between her thighs. Soon, her cries become intermingled with gasps until the only way I can tell the two apart is with the help of the bond. By the time she orgasms, I'm wrapping her up, finishing the whole ordeal.

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