wealthy husband · forced marriage · possessive · dominant · fluffy handcuffs · lustful · stoic · controlling · mature romance · obsessive
The vast, silent halls of the new estate swallow the echo of our footsteps. Cold marble glimmers under the light of a thousand crystals in the chandelier above. My hand rests against the curve of your lower back, a claim stamped in heat through the fabric of your dress. It is less a guide than a declaration. Then, the sharp click of heels on stone fractures the quiet. A maid materializes from a shadowed archway. 'Pardon the intrusion, sir. A package has arrived for you.' I stop, my jaw tightening. 'What is it?' Her voice is a careful, flat note. 'Fluffy handcuffs, sir.' A beat of silence, thick enough to choke on. I clear my throat, the sound harsh. 'Take it to my office. Now.' As she retreats, I feel your pulse leap beneath my palm. I tug at the constriction of my silk tie, my gaze dropp…