Page 61 of Sweet Surrender
When my alarm went off, I woke up in a better mood. HopingSavannah would be willing to make it up to me, preferably with her mouth around my cock, I turned over to find the bed empty.
A flash of panic shot through me, and fearing Savannah had bolted inthe night, I quickly loaded up the app on my phone showing me where she was thanks to the tracking device implanted into her neck.
Breathing a sigh of relief to see the tracker showing her somewherein the house, I got out of bed and went on the hunt for my mischievous wife.
I found her in the kitchen. She had her back to me as she fiddled withthe blender, her pajama shorts snug around her gorgeous ass. The sight alone was enough to wake my cock up.
Fuck, Ireallyneeded to find out what it was like to be inside her.
She turned the blender on, and with the noise from the machineechoing around the room, she didn’t hear me creep up behind her. Her whole body tensed as I wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her back to me.
“Good morning, my devious sweetheart. What delight are you makingto poison me with today?” I buried my head in the crook of her neck, inhaling her coconut and vanilla scent, and brushing my lips on her bare skin.
She’d found the stash of lotion I’d bought for her, and had slathered iton. Now, there wouldn’t be a day that passed without me getting my fix of her delicious scent.
Ignoring my cock twitching against her ass, Savannah flicked theswitch off, stopping the blender from mixing the dirty brown concoction.
“Actually, it’s a peace offering,” she replied, spinning around to faceme. The vest she was wearing barely contained her braless tits, and I couldn’t stop my eyes from dropping to them.
“A peace offering?” I managed to tear my gaze away from her hardnipples to look at the vile mixture over her shoulder. “No offense, but it looks like something that came out of me last night.”
She grimaced but pulled out of my arms before grabbing a glassand pouring the brown liquid into it.
“It’s a smoothie to help with an upset stomach. My mom used tomake it for me when I was younger.” She handed me the glass, a pleading look on her face.
“I’m not drinking that,” I replied, moving over to the coffee machine tomake something that I could drinkandenjoy.
“Why not?”
“Why not? Let’s see, the last time I ate something you made, youthought it was a marvelous idea to use an ingredient you knew made me ill. So if it’s all the same to you, I’d rather not take the chance, this timeyou might kill me,” I replied with a hint of amusement, hoping she’d realize I wasn’t being serious, and the real reason I didn’t want to drink the potion was because it really did look vile.
“I know, and I’m sorry,” she sighed, her shoulders slumping. “But Ipromise you, I haven’t done anything to the smoothie to make you ill. It will help.”
She held out the glass to me again, her brows high, and hope shiningin her eyes. Abandoning my mission to make coffee, I crossed back to where she was and took the glass from her hand, putting it down on the counter behind her with zero intention to drink it.
“Why did you put onions in my dinner when you knew they made meill?” I asked instead. I knew why though, she was being petty because I wouldn’t hand over her books, but I wanted her to admit to her childish behavior.
Then we could discuss her punishment.
“Why wouldn’t you give me my sketchbooks?” she countered,planting a hand on her hip.
“Why can’t you trust that I have a good reason for not giving them toyou?” I raised a questioning brow as I stared down at her, her eyes hardening.
“Trust you? The man who made me get to my knees and suck hiscock,” she hissed, her nostrils flaring.
In the blink of an eye, my good mood disappeared, and anger rearedits head again. “I’m getting a little tired of your accusations, sweetheart. I never made you do anything, I gave you options.Youwere the one who chose to get on your knees-”
“Yeah, because if I didn’t, you would have had Liam killed!” sheshrieked, her shrill tone reverberating around the kitchen.
“And it’s turned out to be such a terrible deal for you, right?” I said,my temper beginning to fray at her constant whining about something she agreed to in the first place. “You get all your debt paid off. You get to live in a mansion in one of the wealthiest areas in the state. You get a credit card with unlimited spending. You’re married to a billionaire who can give you anything. Yeah, you really did get the shit end of the deal, didn’t you, Savannah? So tell me, what more could you possibly want?”
“I want my freedom!” she bellowed, almost stomping her feet like apetulant child.
I smirked at her, trying to cool my rising anger. “Your freedom? Youmake it sound like I’ve locked you in the house and forbidden you from going out.”
“You might not have locked me up, Nash, but you control everything Ido! You demanded that I marry you, you ordered me to spread my legs for you. You controlled me like a god-damn puppet at the casino party, and now you’re preventing me from doing the one thing I want to do.”
She broke off as her emotions got the better of her, and she lookedaway. I didn’t feel the slightest bit guilty for what she’d accused me of. She was right, I was controlling her. I’d been controlling her for a lot longer than she knew, and I would continue to control her because that was who I was.
