The Guardian(11)

Wait a minute; did he still plan on seeing other people? He hadn’t said anything about…”Hey are you planning on seeing that twit Sonja while we’re married?” I’d stormed out of the bathroom before giving it too much thought. He’d been in the process of taking off his shirt and oh hell on fire.

I’ve never seen his naked chest, in all these years he’s been very careful not to be anything but respectably dressed in my presence, except some mornings when he was still in his robe; but even then he’d been sure to keep himself well covered.

The large ink drawing on his chest made every other thought fly out of my head. He’d stopped what he was doing to look at me on my entrance. “Come here.” he turned to fully face me and I think I swallowed a gallon of saliva. Who was he?

I stumbled my way towards him on trembling knees. Hid finger under my chin brought me back to the here and now, and if he’d said anything in the interim I didn’t hear a peep.

“First, you will never approach me in that manner again. If you need to ask me a question you will approach me with respect and never in an accusatory way, understood?”

I nodded my head dumbly, still trying to grasp the fact that he had a tattoo. The staunch stalwart Zared Costakis was inked; will wonders never cease?

“Now to answer your question babygirl, yes it is true that some who prefer my lifestyle do have more than one sub/wife,” I drew in a deep breath at the pain that caused, until he lifted my chin again and looked down into my already watering eyes. “But that’s not for us, one because it’s not what I want, and two, because I know it would hurt you if I did.”

“Now I’m confused, doesn’t the dom/sub thing mean that you get to do whatever you want regardless of what I feel?” His thumb caressed my cheek and he lowered his head for a quick taste of my lips.

“On the contrary little one, a true dom respects and cherishes his sub, and sees to her every need. Don’t think about it too much now, you’ll learn as we go and I’m always here to answer any questions you have. Just know that there will be no one else in my bed but you. Now go do what I told you to.”

I stole one last peek at that tattoo before making my way back to the bathroom. I spent a few minutes studying my new jewelry, especially the anklet with his name on it. It was funny that I got more of a warm fuzzy feeling from that and the choker than from the ring on my finger.





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When I was dressed and ready I sat on the edge of the bed and waited for him to return. He’d gone to make use of the other shower and was now coming back with a towel around his hips and one rubbing the water from his hair. What was he trying to do to me? I always knew he was cut but damn. All of that was mine? It was too much for my poor heart to take.

I felt myself getting wet again and reminded myself to find a pharmacy or convenience store the first chance I get. Somewhere in this paradise somebody must be selling panty liners, I was going to need them by the truckload.

“I’ll be ready in five babygirl.” He kissed me on the head before disappearing into the closet. When he came out some time later I found myself feeling suddenly shy in his presence. We were about to go out into the world for the first time as husband and wife or…

“What do I call you?” I remembered to ask the question in a polite manner even keeping my head down. Again he lifted my chin.

“You can look at me when you talk babygirl unless I say otherwise. As to what you call me that’s up to you but Zared is fine, for now. There will be times when you call me something else, you’ll know when that is.” I’m not sure I trusted that smirk of his.

He took us down to the garage where he kept a slew of luxury boy toys. My fingers itched to get my hands on one of them; that’s one of my guilty pleasures, fast cars. And something that we’ve butted heads over in the past. Not the cars themselves, but what I do once I get behind the wheel.

“Don’t even think about it, the roads here are not like at home. One day before we leave I’ll take you out and let you speed to your little heart’s content, but only when I’m with you.”

“Yes sir.” Oh shit, where did that come from? It was almost subconsciously done. He didn’t make a big deal of it and I relaxed as he led me to a red Lamborghini.





Chapter 8





The place he chose was already bustling with people and I squared my shoulders as we were led to our table. Zared hasn’t stopped touching me since we left the house. In the car he held my hand, when he wasn’t clasping my thigh like he owned it, which he did. Now he kept his hand in the small of my back, his thumb teasing the soft flesh that was left exposed by the diamond cutout in the back of my dress.