Page 79 of Obsession (Dark Revenge)
The dinner proceeded rather peacefully, shifting from wedding plans to business matters. Michael and I discussed our recent discoveries and our upcoming strategies. Both Henrick and Vince expressed approval of our plan to visit the club, and I explained how I had uncovered their connection to each other. I found a strange enjoyment in this part of the dinner because my fiancé remained quiet, seated beside me without causing any disruptions. Emboldened, I even allowed my hand to rest on her thigh. I didn’t move it higher, simply asserting my dominance.
She shot me an annoyed look but didn’t remove my hand, and soon, we moved on to dessert. Once dessert was finished, Vince suggested that we all adjourn to the living room for drinks before concluding the evening. Henrick agreed, and everyone began to rise from their seats. However, as Astrid tried to stand, I grasped her arm and pulled her back into her seat.
“We’ll catch up with you later,” I informed them. “I think we should have some private time to talk and get to know each other better.”
The others didn’t seem to take issue with my words and readily agreed as they exited the dining room, closing the doors behind them. Once they were out of earshot, I turned my attention to Astrid, who greeted me with a smug smile.
“So, what do you want to know, husband?” she taunted.
“We aren’t married yet.”
“But we will be very soon.”
“Yes, and therefore, I think we should make some things very clear between us, wife,” I snarled, playfully using her future title to mock her.
“Oh?” She leaned closer, her hand sliding over the table and onto my arm, which rested there. “You don’t want to spend our time together not talking?”
“We will get to that.”
“Is that right?” she asked, sounding excited. However, if she believed that I was the one who would be submitting tonight, she was sorely mistaken.
“Yes, but first, I want you to understand that it won’t be you running things between us. I won’t be your little slave, eager to get on his knees whenever your desires call for it. Do you understand?”
Astrid leaned back, placing her hand on her chin and tapping it as if she were pondering a profound question.
“Hmm,” she mused aloud before crossing her arms and offering a smug smile. “No, I don’t understand.”
“Is that so?”
“Yes,” she replied before breaking into a fit of giggles.
I allowed her a moment of amusement before abruptly rising from my seat, seizing her by the throat and squeezing tightly. The surprise of my sudden action caused her to emit a startled scream as she looked up at me with fear in her eyes.
“I’m not your servant,” I snarled into her face, feeling her nails digging into my wrist. “I won’t be doing your bidding, and if you think you can use my body at your whim, you’re sorely mistaken, Astrid. You won’t hold the power between us, and I’m going to make that abundantly clear tonight.”
I released my grip on her throat, and she started coughing. Instead, I grabbed her arm and bent her over the dining table, beginning to lift her dress. To my surprise, she turned her head and smiled at me, seemingly eager for this encounter. She even pressed back against me, offering herself. While my intention was to fuck her, I wanted to punish her first and make her beg for more, but it appeared she was already demanding my attention.
“I’m off the pill,” she informed me.
“What?” I asked, taken aback.
“I stopped taking birth control after we got engaged. So go ahead, fuck me, Jared. Let’s get started on that family we’re supposed to make,” she taunted.
Her laughter filled the room as I remained frozen, unsure of how to proceed with this power play. My fiancé seemed to enjoy being a step ahead of me. However, another idea crossed my mind, and I began to smile, leaving Astrid puzzled.
I continued lifting her dress until it rested around her waist, revealing that she wasn’t wearing any panties underneath.
“I came prepared,” she chuckled.
“I see that.”
“Are you pleasantly surprised?”
“Definitely.”
She looked slightly confused again because she understood that this encounter wasn’t about pleasure or desire. I didn’t want to fuck her because I craved physical intimacy. It was all about the power dynamics between us. What she didn’t know was that I could still dominate her without risking starting a family with her. She wouldn’t get what she wanted tonight.
I pushed her legs further apart, and she willingly complied. Then, I grabbed her arms and pinned them behind her back. She continued to laugh, seemingly unbothered by being trapped beneath me.
