“What’s this?” Meghan asked when she spied the large garment bag suspended on a hook on Alex’s side of their giant wardrobe room. The bag was enormous. Like wedding dress enormous. Strange thing for a man, right?

She crossed the room and reached for the zipper only to have her hand blocked by a large object. A large human object.

“Alex!” she cried. “What the hell?”

Her wicked mate gave her his signature grin, and she would swear that her panties started to disintegrate from a combo of heat and arousal. Good lord!

“Now, now. None of that. Off-limits, understand?”

Stomping her foot like a petulant child, she went straight from reasonable to whining vixen. “But I want to see, baby,” she pouted when she turned and plastered against him. Clutching his shirt, she pleaded, “Pleease!”

Alex chuckled. The rumble came from deep in his chest and sounded sexy as fuck. He asserted his dominance by grabbing a handful of her ass and pulling her in even closer. She did not miss the firm imprint of his manliness when it pressed into her soft flesh.

“Behave, madam.” The devilish glint in his eyes almost distracted her, and then he got her full attention. “In light of recent events, I’m considering re-instating a behavior system—with modifications,” he added.

What? He wanted to fire up their demerit scheme? She was totally fine with that! Hell, Meghan was more than fine.

“What sort of modifications?” she asked. When Alex smirked and squeezed her ass, she blushed at the realization that she never even blinked at the naughty suggestion.

“Well,” her Beast growled, “I’m open to indulging you, so what if we make the first modification lady’s choice? I take it from your enthusiasm that you have something in mind.”

Toying with the buttons on his shirt, she leaned into him and squirmed a bit because she really was thinking. Chewing on her lip, she thought about their previous point structure, and a brilliant suggestion formed in her mind.

Alex always responded to her respectful submission, so she answered quite pithily, but in an obviously deferential way, and stated her case.

First, she acknowledged his dominance—her mama didn’t raise a fool!

“Since I have a rebellious, misbehaving streak, I think we should keep the demerits.” Her tone was bold yet compliant. Handing him control was one of the easiest things she’d ever done. When it was right, it was right.

Her ass was summarily swatted a second before her demanding husband leaned in and bit her neck. “You need a strong hand, Mrs. Marquez.”

“That, I do,” she solemnly agreed. “Which brings me to this. Not an accommodation, mind you,” she quickly blurted out, “but more like a humble suggestion for my lord and master to consider.”

As expected, her studly husband roared with sexy laughter. “Humble suggestion?” He chuckled and tugged on a lock of her hair. “You are good, Meghan. Continue, please.”

“Maybe in addition to points, you could do a tier system for my punishments.” She deliberately reeled in his interest by suggesting a system. Alex loved systems of any kind.

“Go on,” he encouraged with an amused smirk.

“So let’s say I have amassed twenty-four demerits and you decide it’s time to cancel some points. What if,” she purred, “there are a few tiers of punishments. Like for the canceling of three points, you spank me six times.”

“Two swats per point?”

“Whatever you decide. But the immense value point cancelers are the more challenging stuff.”

He grinned, and the fire in his eyes turned seductive. “Sooo,” he began, “sex swing bondage in the tack room earns high-value reduction while over my knee gets a few paltry swats?”

She was going to love him like crazy all the days of her life! “You’re the decider,” she insolently smirked, “but yes, something like that.”

“Okay,” he readily agreed. “I’ll think about it. Now, what about accommodation? Offer something, my love, and show me your hand.”

Her hand was so ridiculously predictable that she giggled. “I offer a more equitable arrangement along the good girl-bad girl lines if you know what I mean.”

“You want to spend demerits on what? Treats? A tummy rub? What?”

“No,” she explained. “Demerits are demerits. What I envision is a second list. Um, like bonus points for good behavior. Exceptionally good behavior,” she clarified. “Not everyday stuff. That shouldn’t be necessary.” Her husband was smiling and nodding, so she powered on. “And these bonus points are cashed in on a strict lady’s choice basis.”

“Meaning?” His amused suspicion was evident because he knew her so damn well.

“Meaning I get to swap them for stuff.”

“Like foot rubs?”

“Well, no. Like naughty stuff, Alex. Sheesh! Do I have to spell it out?”

“Uh, yeah, you kind of do.”

“Okay, well shit. Let me come up with some examples. Here’s one,” she quickly blurted out. “Sometimes, a girl just wants a nice spanking—without having to act out to get one. Or, and here’s one I think you’ll like, tied and throat fucked.”

“For bonus points?” he exclaimed with clear shock. “Let me see if I have this straight—so you have good girl bonus points, and since they’re yours to spend as you see fit, you come to me and say, here are ten points, tie me up and put your dick in my throat?”

“Stated more crudely than I envisioned, but yeah. Or,” she growled, “I might spend some of that currency on some downward dog out in the desert. Maybe some bonus stuff will help curb my topping tendencies.”

Alex’s eyes widened, and then he laughed. “Oh, baby. No pondering your request. Change approved! Only we change out some language. It’s not lady’s choice so much as what your pussy wants, so let’s not be wishy-washy about it. The demerits are mine, and the pussy points are yours. Whatever you want, Mrs. Marquez.”

“There’s a caveat,” she told him in a snarky drawl.

“Of course, there is!” he hooted. “I never expected less. So out with it. What’s the fine print?”

Grinning broadly, she shimmied all over his hard body and marked her territory. “There may be times when swapping points for a stay at a couple’s retreat might be fun.”

“We’re not buying that island,” he snarled. “Parker can go fuck himself.”

She pouted. He was being unreasonable. “But baby, the others are on board, and it’s not like we don’t have the money. The current owners are practically giving it away, and since it’s in a chain of private resort islands, we wouldn’t have to make any changes. A company maintains the properties. With so many buying in, we could totally do it. Think about it, honey, okay? Just imagine us in total tropical privacy, no need for clothes and every kinky option at our disposal.”

Meghan had no doubt whatsoever that she would eventually win this battle. Her mate was just being obstinate. She placed the issue aside with an eye for coming back to it once the threats to their family were resolved. Now wasn’t the time to make big decisions.

She patted his big chest. “We’ll leave it for another time.”

Her Beast made grumbling noises. He was so damn cute that even being a dick didn’t diminish the man’s sexiness.

Meghan had to listen carefully to piece together what he was complaining about. Essentially, it came down to everyone, including his wife, either forgetting or disregarding who the hell he was and, by extension, refusing to follow his command. It was too damn hard not to giggle once he got going. Major Beast when he was on a roll was better than warm-up porn or a dirty quickie from any one of the extremely naughty books Tori had in her vast collection.

“And I’ve been punched. Twice!” He snarled. “What in the goddamn fuck?”

Why was it so difficult to control her smirk? You would think that as a grown woman, she could keep her shit together for longer than thirty seconds.

“Are you laughing at me?” he growled. “’Cause that won’t end well. For your mouth.”

Okay, seriously? Was he rehearsing a stand-up routine? Because that threat held zero weight and only made her give up trying to reel it in. She giggle-laughed and made a face.

“Oh, you big, growly bear. Hush.” She put two fingers on his lips to silence his snarl. He nipped at one of her fingers, and his eyes narrowed. The fierceness in his expression finished off her undies situation and torched the flimsy G-string.

Meghan sensed a sudden shift in his demeanor. Yes, they’d been teasing and flirting, but somewhere along the line, a switch was thrown, and her mate did a one-eighty. In light of his mood, she played a subtle submissive card and let him have the lead. Her ma said that knowing when to lead and when to follow was an invaluable tool in a wife’s arsenal.

Before handing him the reins, she ran her hands through his messy mane of hair. He could use a trip to town for a trim and a shave. Alex had a favorite barber whose shop had an old-school barber pole next to the front door. It was a dude’s only gathering place—the flip side of the nail salons where she and the girls hung out from time to time. She didn’t, however, suggest some personal grooming was in order. She wasn’t completely crazy!

“What do you need?” Meghan cooed close to his ear.

He didn’t so much as flinch at the question.

“What I want, madam, is you on your knees and my dick in your mouth. Tame that insolent laughter.”

“I thought we were having a discussion,” she innocently replied. Alex generally responded quite creatively to her innocent act.

True to form, he bluntly reminded her who was the D in their D/s relationship.

“There was no discussion. You were told to behave, and we revisited the most effective ways to help you behave. Everything else was me indulging you. And then you laughed.”

“Oh, you mean like this?” she teased with a snarky chuckle. He took two steps back and pointed at the floor. It was fun playing with him, so she tried a negotiating tactic to see how much leeway she had.

“Can’t you just spank me because I really don’t want my hair messed up.”

Now Alex was trying to disguise a smile. Her hair was already a holy mess after a long day of twinning.

“No, wife, I cannot spank you. You never learn and seem to enjoy it too much. What’s a guy gotta do to get his dick sucked?”

“Okay, fine,” she harrumphed with the implication that she was a long-suffering spouse.

Nothing was graceful or seductive about the way she got on her knees. Grabbing his belt as an anchor, Meghan groaned up a storm as she lowered.

Alex’s grin took over his entire face. “Comfy?”

“I need kneepads,” she whined.

Looking directly at the bulge behind his zipper, she wet her lips, sat back on her feet, and put her hands in her lap. She also winked and wagged her tongue. It was her version of willing submission with a bit of Irish fuck goddess flair thrown in for shits and giggles.

Her Beast was openly smirking as he pointedly unbuttoned his pants and lowered the zipper. Watching him reach for his cock and pull it from his briefs was one of life’s greatest visuals. It was the way he held it in his big hand. She shivered with excitement and went for it.

Gently slapping his hand away, she reached for him, crawled closer, and set about pleasuring both of them. Meghan was an ardent fan of sucking her husband’s dick. She enjoyed the oral dance very, very much, and the act gave her freedom to explore him with her fingers too.

He surprised her with a harsh grunt. “I’m already a believer, wife. No need for a blowjob by the numbers. Open your smart mouth and get on with it. I’m a busy man.”

She snorted with laughter and gazed at him lovingly while enjoying the last few seconds of tactile pleasure before getting down to business.

“A busy man, you say? Well, shit, baby. I didn’t realize you had more important things on your plate.”

And then she opened her mouth, guided his deliciously hard staff onto her tongue, and went to town. He did not last long when she added her hands and a new move she was calling the kaleidoscope. While twisting her hands in a rhythmic massage on the bottom of his shaft, she did naughty, teasing things to the plump head and reduced him to a groaning, growling beast.

When he’d had enough, Alex removed her hands and wrapped one of his around her nape.

“All of it,” he demanded.

She greedily complied and took him on a fast, wild ride to a mind-blowing climax that made her big man tremble and shake.

He roared his pleasure as she sucked and swallowed.

“Thank you,” she murmured afterward, and she meant every word.

His smile turned her to jelly.

“You were eating pineapple again,” she quipped when the storm passed. Wiping at the corners of her mouth, she giggled involuntarily. “I like how you taste.”

The undisguised satisfaction in his expression was its own form of pleasure. So was his shifting mood. Now that she’d answered his desire, he morphed into gentleman Alex. After zipping his pants, he extended a hand to graciously help her stand before taking her well-used mouth in a passionate kiss that made her pussy throb.

Demanding he reciprocate was just never going to happen. That wasn’t how he worked, but that didn’t mean her husband wasn’t fully aware of the horniness he’d unleashed.

When historians wrote about sexy dominants, she wanted a chapter all for her man. He was wickedly creative and had a way of pushing her boundaries. It was a boundary push coupled with his knowing leer that finished her off.

“Take your panties off and lie on the floor.”

It would be unseemly to giggle and rush, but that didn’t stop her from reaching under her dress. She tore off the silky G-string and all but dived on the carpet with fingers crossed that he was going to put his talented tongue to work.

There she was on the floor of their wardrobe, fully dressed sans panties. He stood over her while his eyes roamed.

“Show me,” her Beast grunted.

Meghan pulled the dress up to her waist, rested on her elbows, pulled her legs up, and shyly spread her thighs. Alex’s intense leer as he studied her triggered a long moan to leave her throat.

He smiled.

She was startled when he walked away and even more undone when he came back with a bullet vibrator. She whimpered when he showed it to her. The bullet was Alex’s current toy of choice. The small but insanely powerful device was something she craved and feared because her husband knew how to use it on her for maximum pleasure or, when he was feeling especially dominant, as an edging tool. She sincerely hoped he wasn’t going to just tease because she really, really needed to come.

Now, one of the many ways her life changed when she became Mrs. Alex Marquez was this business of sex toys and what were called marital aids. He plugged in the handy-dandy USB cord that gave the bullet maximum vibration, and the silver egg hummed to life.

Was it weird that they had USB plugs in their wardrobe? No, not at all. Alex was a tech junkie. He had more power cords and chargeable devices than anyone she knew. He installed the plugs all around the house a few months ago after picking up several dozen at Home Depot. There was even a plug in the bathroom because heaven forbid a phone went dead, or her husband couldn’t charge some portable satellite-tracking thingamajig.

The hum of the vibrator short-circuited her brain. Meghan slumped back on the plush carpet. Her legs relaxed, and her thighs spread wider. This was what Alex meant by her mind being his best aid. She was still shy and embarrassed by these things, but her body knew what pleasure he would unleash.

“Close your eyes,” he commanded. “And put your arms up.”

Oh god. Her pussy throbbed at his demands. She found bondage with her Beast nothing less than yummy. When the bondage was mental, she shivered with need.

His large, warm hands caressed the soft skin on her inner thighs. She wanted to peek at him—see his expression—but he wouldn’t be pleased, so she squeezed her eyes shut and created a visual in her mind.

The lewd visual she created in her imagination would be fantastic as an oil painting hung over a fireplace. Her as the obedient wife wearing one of her pretty day dresses and sprawled on the carpeted floor. Eyes closed tight, arms stretched above her head. Between her open thighs sat a devastatingly handsome man. He was big, and the power rolling off him created havoc with her nerves.

His touch was gentle. He seduced her with nothing but fingertips and silence punctuated with the humming sex toy and their heavy breathing.

He stroked her skin. His low growl made her tremble. Right then, she didn’t care about a fat tummy or some cellulite. All she could do was feel.

One at a time, he repositioned her feet by grasping each ankle. When she was where he wanted, he pressed her knees even wider. The demand for complete access increased her trembling.

Alex was a devotee of tactile stimulation. He maintained that faithfully tending to her little nub was a husbandly priority. At the drop of a hat and without much prelude, he liked to tease her clit and drive her wild with his fingers.

She held her breath and waited. Her heart was pounding. With one finger, he traced her pussy lips, and she responded instantly with a fierce heat surge. Within seconds, she became swollen and desperate.

Rolling her hips was all she had. He chuckled in a devilish sounding way and put one of his big hands on her tummy to hold her still.

“Don’t move.”

She groaned with disappointment and need.

He kept the hand in place as a sort of implied tether. With his other hand, he spread her lips and spoke to her in a low, seductive voice.

“There she is,” he growled. “Such a pretty clit.” He tapped the sensitive button and made her whimper. His satisfaction at her response was evident by his tone. “I’d check to see if you’re wet, but there’s no need.” He chuckled.

She squirmed, envisioning the flood of moisture that must be leaking from her body.

His finger slid in slowly. She moaned loudly.

“Easy, baby. No coming yet. I just need some of this arousal for your clit.”

He dipped his finger over and over, pulling out and rubbing the silky fluid on her aching clit.

“Alex,” she groaned. “Please.”

“Shh. Relax. Concentrate on the hum. Listen to the vibration and think about how it feels to press the smooth silver egg to your clit.”

Her hips jerked, and the surge of another flood helped to empty her brain.

He drew wet circles around the needy button. “So pretty.”

She was already struggling when he touched the vibrator to her swollen flesh. Crying out, she jerked her hips.

His hand left her stomach and spread her open. The mental image of complete vulnerability caused Meghan to violently tremble. After that, he used the vibrator to slowly edge her toward an orgasm while crudely narrating the whole time.

She was on the verge of a building climax when he stopped, slipped the naughty egg into her pussy, and then got up and walked away. “Be right back,” he said.

Not sure what to do, she kept her eyes closed despite the urge to look for him. There was every possibility that he hadn’t walked away and was standing over her, watching.

The vibrating bullet inside her made it damn hard to think. She needed her Beast’s big cock in the worst way, but fucking wasn’t going to be part of this interlude. This time, he was asserting his dominance with a reminder that he controlled her orgasms.

The pulsing egg drove her crazy, and managing her response was impossible. Alex enjoyed that she was a timid novice when it came to insertion. His ever-growing collection of high-end stimulators pushed and challenged her in ways she never imagined.

“No coming,” he fiercely growled.

She was right. He was standing right over her. The thickness in his voice was from lust, and hearing it made her fill with primitive pride. She did that to him.

After several long moments, he grunted a few times. When she heard him praise her control, it was clear he was back between her legs.

“Good girl.” He stroked her inner thighs. “Would my Irish fuck goddess like to come now? Or do you need more?”

Her answer was feeble at best. “Please.”

He chuckled in a beastly way. Then his hands spread her open once more, he pulled the bullet from her pussy, and he praised how wet she was.

“Who do you belong to, woman?”

“Oh, Alex. You. Only you. Please. I can’t.”

The way his fingers plucked at her clit drove Meghan wild.

“Easy, baby. Just clearing the path and making your pretty clit stand straight.”

Her whole body trembled and shook. He teased with the vibrator—drawing wide circles around her clit but never close enough to satisfy her need.

Then she felt his lips place a kiss on her swollen nub.

“Come as you please, wife,” he grunted, and then the vibrating bullet was pressed to her clit.

She howled, shook, bucked her hips, and begged. He breathed heavily and drew a shattering climax from her wildly pulsing body. On and on it went. Fierce, throbbing pulses concentrated in her pussy. The bullet drove her to an explosive ecstasy that seemed out of place while they were both clothed.

In a surprising finish, he licked her clean before rising to her lips for a deeply satisfying kiss. Her taste on his tongue was intoxicating.

Helping her stand on shaking legs, he acted quite pleased with himself. “No need for panties, love. Just stay as you are so I can play with you until bedtime.”

She blushed beet red. He laughed. “Have something you want to say?”

Meghan bit her lip and looked away.

“Out with it, wife!”

“I need you.”

“Need me how?”

She was too hot and bothered for games. “You know. Your cock. I need it.”

The devil enjoyed pretending not to understand!

“Be more specific,” he suggested silkily.

“Inside me, Alex. I need your big, thick manly cock inside me.”

“Oh!” He sniggered. “You need a fucking? Is that it? Didn’t you just get off a few minutes ago?”

“Yes, and thank you. But I need more, and by more, I mean harder and deeper.”

“And that, right there, is why we are perfectly matched. Hearing one’s wife beg to be used as a fuck doll is worth all the rest of the bullshit.”

“Alex!” she yelped. “Be nice. I just sucked your dick, so I don’t know what you’re calling nonsense.”

He pointed at the garment bag. “I want your word that you won’t peek or the closest you’ll come to my big cock pounding your luscious pussy is while you think about what you’re missing while I jerk off.”

She frowned and watched all her plans to sneak a peek evaporate. Alex’s yummy manhood was worth it, though.