Brianna finished filing the last of Jared's documents. So many legal documents and letters and forms, it was enough to make her head spin. Jared Pierce was in a meeting with the other head CEO's of Pierce Productions, trying to pull the family business out of the muck his alcoholic father had left it in. Meanwhile, all his mother and good-for-nothing younger brother did was give him hell for it.
Poor baby.
She tidied up the office, knowing he'd be home late yet again. Her glossy black Prada's clicked a brisk staccato on the black marble floors as she crossed over to the mirror by the large double cedar doors. Pushing back a wisp of ebony hair behind one ear and checking that her blood-red lipstick was still perfect, she smiled at her reflection.
She'd order his favorite and prepared things for when he got home. As always, she'd help him wind down—that was her responsibility... to care for her beautiful man.
Brianna took a refreshing shower, set her waist-length hair loose and put on a flowing, black, sheer gown, open at the sides and down the front. A black, leather corset cinched her already tiny waist and thigh high black boots encased her long coltish legs.
Dinner was already set on the table, candles flickering, when Jared finally arrived home.
"I'm doing what's best for the company, mother. At this moment, it isn't wise to pull money out... I know you want to take another world cruise, but... For the last time—"he bit out ferociously, "Brianna has nothing to do with my decisions! I..." The sound of the cell phone slamming against a wall and breaking into a million tiny pieces was followed by the slam of the front door, strong enough to rattle the windows and snuff out one of the candles Brianna had lit for their romantic dinner.
She could imagine his magnificent body coiled up with tension underneath his three-piece suit; tension she would soon ease from him the way they both enjoyed.
As the seconds ticked by, Brianna lifted her wine glass and took a sip. Her eyes never leaving the thread of smoke that curled up from the snuffed-out candle. She crossed her legs beneath the table and sighed when he finally appeared in the dining room doorway.
Her sex clenched at the sight of him, completely naked, wearing his black leather, metal-studded collar. Thick muscles rippled on his chest, corded his ropey arms and legs. His erection pressed tight against washboard abs, the tip glistening with the evidence of his excitement. In his startling green eyes, she saw his desperation, his anxiety, and need. He took a few steps into the dining room and fell to his knees before the fireplace. There he waited for her inspection and approval.
And how could she not approve of such beauty. It wasn't usual to describe a man as beautiful, but no other word fit her angelic husband. His golden hair was cropped short, showing off his thick neck and meaty shoulders. Right now, his squared chin was ducked to his chest, dark lashes fanning his flushed cheeks and his lush lips parted in anticipation. God, she just wanted to lay him back and take him deep inside her... but that wasn't what he needed right now.
"Mistress," he sighed, trembling.
All that power and maleness at her disposal; her lover, her slave, her beloved pet... it was enough to make her wetter.
"You've had a hard day, my pet?"
He shuddered, then snarled, "yes, mistress. Very harrowing."
She studied him for a moment, taking another sip of her wine. "Is that why you almost broke the front door?" He tensed.
"I know you're angry, my pet, but I went through so much effort to make a soothing welcome for you and you burst into our home like a raging beast. You even snuffed out one of the candles." She clicked her tongue in the roof of her mouth shaking her head in dismay.
"I'm sorry, mistress. "
Brianna rose from her chair and walked over to his trembling form. He was so tense. She let her scarlet nails rake softly over his shoulders and through his soft hair. So beautiful... and all hers right now.
"To the dungeon," she said. He gasped at her words, his green gaze snapping to hers. "Now."
"Y-yes, mistress."
He followed her to their playroom, the dungeon, where she proceeded to strap him, ass up on the spanking bench.
He had such a delectable ass. She smirked as she ran her long nails over the taut flesh, giving him goose-bumps.
She decided to try out one of the newest toys she'd purchased, a wide, flat, leather paddle. It would sting and pinken his cute butt, but wouldn't damage his skin. Punishment wasn't meant to mutilate.
"Do you know why you're being punished, my pet?"
"Yes, mistress. I allowed myself to lose complete control in our home, without your permission."
"When we're outside, you have the control, but in here, I'm the mistress. You should have finished your disturbing call outside and broken your phone out there. Not in here... in my domain."
"Yes, mistress."
