He'd roughly turned my head so I could see him. Laughed as I'd struggled to get away. Pressed his body lewdly against mine. Said I was as feisty as ever. Asked me if I'd missed him.
When I'd started to cry, he'd tightened his grip and hissed that I'd made his life a living hell. If I had thought it was bad before with him, I had no idea what he could do now. It had been karma that he'd met Drake. I had better remain on my toes and be a good little slave, because a husband had the right to put me in my place...and the police would be less likely to believe me a second time.
He had been fondling my breasts throughout. Just when I had felt his hand sliding down my stomach, we'd heard Drake calling for me. Jimmy had smacked my ass and left me leaning over the sink, both arms gripping the lip of the counter to stay upright.
I'd recovered enough to sit in the living room throughout the next hour while the men chatted. I'd even managed a smile every time Drake looked my way. Jimmy completely ignored me. His partner, Monique, sat beside me on the couch, neither of us talking. As if we were robots waiting for our next command. I had agreed to a 24/7 lifestyle, not the 1950s household, which I'd read had a large following within the BDSM community. But what could I do?
Although he'd acted like I wasn't there, Jimmy's words had been intended for my ears. He'd told Drake he needed to step it up if he was the one in charge. That if I couldn't submit the way Drake wanted and needed me to, I could be cast aside. First and foremost, I was his wife second because I'd come into the marriage already submitting. As he said he'd impressed so many times before, I was Drake's willing slave. That was a fact I'd already learned from my previous relationship with him; I just had to have it reinforced every now and then. Because if I couldn't remember a simple instruction to make a meal for four, well, I should be taught a lesson and given an ultimatum. I shouldn't expect my husband to tolerate my insubordination and remain under his roof.
No matter what either of them said, Jimmy hadn't changed one fucking bit. If anything, he'd become more malicious in his ways. Gotten better at manipulating. I'd just never imagined my husband would be one of those more susceptible people.
As soon as Jimmy had left, Drake had ordered me to the basement. He'd told me how disappointed he was in me. That he believed my act of disobedience had been deliberate. I'd turned to him before entering the main room—as I was to be silent until I was allowed to speak once I'd entered it—and denied his accusation. Said that he'd never told me we were having guests for dinner. That the man he'd let into our house had been the one person I had ever loathed in this entire world.
My knees had buckled when Drake admitted he knew JD was Jimmy. When he'd said that everyone deserved a second chance, and I should accept Jimmy's apology as we were going to be seeing much more of him.
That had been the pivotal point. I'd known there was nothing I could say that would change Drake's mind. So I'd set my mind to think of something I could do instead.
Both Drake's and Jimmy's words had fueled my anger as I was led to the private room to be chained up in the desired position. I'd focused on them while Drake flogged and fucked me—with a condom, of course, although I knew it was too late—until it was our bedtime and he intentionally stopped short of my orgasm as punishment for not listening to him when he gave me very important instructions. For embarrassing him.
I had let my anger fester even more while I curled on my side facing away from him in bed, wanting to cry but forcing myself not to lest he hear me and punish me more. I'd wanted to tell him over an intimate dinner that he was going to be a daddy. But Jimmy had ruined it. He'd ruined everything.
I hadn't slept at all, fearful that something would happen to derail my plan before I could put it into action. I had to leave so I could think clearly. To devise a way to get Drake to see that Jimmy was the same person he'd always been so we needed him out of our lives as soon as possible. Ultimately, I needed to determine what had gone wrong with our marriage...and if there was any hope in salvaging it. I'd never been so happy to hear that six AM alarm buzzing.
Even though I couldn't change what had happened, I couldn't help thinking about it. As the evening breeze tousled my hair now, I wondered if I would have married Drake had I known all of the details about his betrayal. What I would have done if I'd found out sooner about Jimmy.
"Can I join you?" Becca asked, popping her head through the trapdoor in the floor.
"Sure." I set my glass aside and sighed. "It's beautiful up here. Please tell me if I'm monopolizing your private space."
"Monopolize away." Becca pulled the other lounge chair closer to mine. "How are you doing?"
I shrugged. "I'm not really sure. I've had a couple of days to process everything. I'm still very angry."
"Because my brother cheated
