Page 82 of Unchained

She takes a seat opposite me and spreads her legs open. My breath catches when I see her glistening pussy staring back at me.

“Yes. And you should be grateful I went for the cheapest one. The one my heart truly desired was eight million. I wasn’t sure how cash-rich my husband is,” she says.

I swallow and adjust my dick in my shorts, unmuting the call. I’d spend eight million for her if it meant she never wore panties again.

“Yes. I did, in fact, purchase a yacht today. Please make sure the payment goes through. Paperwork to me in the names of Colten and Gianna Sterling. Got it?”

He clears his throat. “Sir, are you being threatened? Are you in danger? I can call Hunter.”

I laugh, eyes on my wife as she lights a cigarette. “I’m not in any danger that I don’t wanna be in, Rich. Approve the transaction. I ain’t selling my dick for cash. My wife thought she was being funny, and I’d like my yacht ready to collect in an hour.”

“I need a raise,” he mutters.

“Call Hunter,” I snap and cut the call.

I toss the phone beside me on the couch and hold out my hand, motioning with two fingers for her to come to me.

She stands, lips tight, eyes on me.

“Looks like I need to earn that extra four hundred thousand to pay for the yacht we own. So… I’m ready to fuck your ass now, wife,” I growl.

Her eyes go wide. “We need a yacht… I thought we could enter the party tonight in style.”

A grin twitches on my lips. “I do like your vision.”

“Show me what you bought,” I say, nodding to the mountain of shopping bags.

She picks up most of them until only one remains on the floor, and drops them next to my feet.

“These are actually all for you,” she says.

I frown. “What?”

“I’m not a fan of repeating myself.”

She steps forward, pushing my thighs apart and settling in between them. “I got you a suit for tonight, and shoes, and a Rolex. I also got you a huge lingerie collection.”

I arch a brow. “You bought me lingerie? I don’t wear them…” I joke.

She tips my chin up, and honestly, I feel like a lapdog. I’d even bark for her if she asked nicely.

“It will go on my body, but it’s for your benefit.”

“I like that. What else?”

More than like. I’m desperate to see her in everything she’s bought. And then I want to rip them all off and buy her more.

“Condoms.”

“Uh. Really?” That’s disappointing; she feels too good to wear rubber. But I’ll do what she wants.

She glares at me, and I snap my mouth shut.

“Fine. Fine. It will be good for your ass anyway.”

She tuts and then picks up a smaller bag, placing it in my hand.

“So this one, I splurged on, but when I saw it, I knew…”