Page 83 of Unchained

“Splurged? What about the damn yacht?”

I pull out a small black box and open it. A black band, engraved with a snake, and tiny engraving on the inside. Pulling it out, I laugh when I read it, but my chest fucking hurts because this is cute.

“Daddy? You got me a ring engraved with daddy?”

That might be funny, but the thought behind it nearly brings me to my knees. This ain’t just a ring. This is a statement. She’s giving me a real wedding ring, one from the heart. And that means more to me than I can explain.

It makes this real. So I pull off my existing ring and replace it with this one.

She licks her lips and drops to her knees. “It’s your new wedding ring. One your wife actually picked for you.” Her hands slide up my thighs and settle on my hard-on.

“And clearly… you like it.”

I rub my hands over my face. I’m now the proud owner of a yacht, a suit, a Rolex, and a ring engraved with the word ‘daddy’. But, most importantly, Gianna gave me a little piece of her heart, and that is my favorite gift of all.

Grabbing her by the throat, I pull her onto my lap, her legs straddling me. I don’t kiss her. I hold her in place and push three fingers inside her. “Already soaking my palm, viper.”

She nods, whimpers escaping her pretty lips.

“I told you to go shopping for yourself. Why are you buying me stuff?” I ask.

Her eyes squeeze shut as she fights her release.

“Look at me, G. Why?”

Her eyes open, her pupils blown. “Because I got the impression that you don’t ever let people spoil you, the same way I don’t. So, I saw the opportunity and took it. Although the yacht was more of a joint venture.”

I drag her lips to mine and kiss her. “Thank you, sweetheart.”

I don’t know what else to say. She sees past what most people do, and I think as much as we’d both deny it, we are similar. We’re both fighting our way through life to survive and never stopping to live… until we found each other.

“I don’t do cute, remember,” she whispers.

“Me neither,” I counter, sliding my hand through her silky locks.

Pulling my other hand from her dripping pussy, I push her onto the floor on her knees and undo my pants, freeing my dick for her.

Gianna wants to be worshiped, but not in the way that’s roses and sweet talk. My wife needs more.

With my eyes locked on hers, my hand stroking my dick, I let the anticipation build for a moment. And then I motion her towards me with two fingers.

“Does my little slut want to choke on my cock now? Is that what you’re so patiently waiting for?”

She nods and licks her lips. “Teach me how you like it, daddy,” she purrs.

And I swear, this time, I think I’m close to a cardiac arrest when her hands slide up my legs, and she parts her lips, taking my dick to the back of her throat.

Threading my hands in her hair to hold her in place, I thrust my hips up, making her gag.

Her eyes water as I fuck her throat, and I wipe the tears away with my thumb.

“I love it when you cry for me, wife,” I grunt.

Her nails dig into my thigh, almost breaking skin and I tip my head back against the chair. I’ve died and gone to heaven.

I let up and give her a sliver of control, and she sucks and licks perfectly. I watch every damn second.

“Perfect, G. That’s exactly how daddy likes it,” I praise her.