Reina woke up to the scent of her favorite Constant Comment tea. She peeked open her eyes and saw a tray with not only the tea, but two slices of her homemade English muffin bread toasted perfectly.

She sat up and saw Chad sitting next to the bed and asked, “Is there some holiday I have forgotten?”

Chad smiled, “No, it’s just me trying to make up for being such a jerk still.”

Reina sighed, “Well, this is a nice start.”

Chad looked at her pensively. She’d forgiven him already, but she wasn’t going to easily forget that he’d gotten stupid drunk with Bill, his college roommate, Friday night and had called her a bitch. He’d never done anything like that before, which is probably why she forgave him, but it bothered them both that it came out because he was completely inebriated and out of control.

“Reina, I want to make it up to you. Please tell me how. What can I do or say to make you happy again?” Chad asked.

“It’s not about making me happy, Chad. It’s about respecting me. I’m not mad about you having one drunken night with a buddy. I was disappointed, sure, but I understood. It was knowing that you told him I was your Office Whore and giving him the impression that he could treat me like one,” Reina said quietly.

He started to protest, but then stopped. She wasn’t wrong. “I don’t know why I said it, I’d like to think that if Bill hadn’t added Xanax to our already strong drinks that I would have realized that was a shitty thing to do. But I guess I also didn’t think about it being derogatory. I’m proud to have you as my wife and thrilled to have you still as my Office Whore. But I am so sorry that I made you feel humiliated.”

“I went to sleep in the guest room because I didn’t want to be anywhere near you. It makes perfect sense that you’d allow Bill to sleep off the high in our guest room, but imagine how it felt to have him come in the room, find me in the bed and then try to grab my breasts because I was in his bed. Do you even remembering him asking you if I came with the room and if he could fuck me?” Reina asked, trying not to raise her voice.

Chad ran a hand through his dark, wavy hair. “No, I don’t remember that, I’m sorry,” he admitted. “To be honest, I don’t even remember calling you a bitch, but both you and Bill said that I did, so I know that I said it. I just hate myself for allowing myself to get out of control and that I hurt you by doing so.”

Reina looked up at Chad, “Don’t hate yourself, just ask yourself what you should have done differently?”

Anger rose quickly into his eyes, “Don’t use that line with me, okay? I heard it enough from my aunt growing up. Before she sent me away to boarding school, that is.”

Reina took a deep breath. “You know, I get that your childhood was shitty. But at some point, you need to learn to let some of that go. I’m just saying, in the future, you need to figure out when you should have gone left instead of right. When you felt yourself getting totally wasted, that would have been a good time to stop drinking. When you saw how hurt I was by Bill’s comment about my being a whore, you could have tried to wrap up the visit with him. When Bill asked if I came with the room, you could have called him a cab or asked me to. So, I’m sorry if my asking you to think about what you could have done differently dredges up unpleasant memories from your past, but it’s what fucking grown-ups do, Chad.”

“So, if you’re still pissed at me, why did you let me fuck you yesterday, Reina?” he asked, his tone matching hers.

“I’m not still pissed at you,” she explained. “I’m trying to help you understand why I’m not willing to just say I forgive you and move on. I needed the comfort of closeness yesterday, you offered it in the form of really good sex. I took it. But I’m still hurt by your actions and I am just asking you to consider how I feel in the future. I’m not your keeper, I can’t tell you how to act or what to say, but I can tell you as your wife, your lover, and your best friend, you can’t drive a nail into the fence, remove that nail, and not expect to find a hole there.”

Chad looked at her, unsure of what to say next. All of sudden, he felt like he did back when they first met, and he struggled to find the right words to say without pissing her off. It was uncomfortable to feel that way again. But if he said nothing at this moment, it would be worse.

“Look, I realize that I hurt you and I know I acted like an ass. But I did say I was sorry, and we had what I thought was amazing makeup sex. So, yes. I know I need to do things differently in the future. I just need to know how long you plan to hang this over my head?” he said tersely.

Reina looked at him and said, “I’m not holding anything over your head, Chad. I am simply requesting that my husband takes care to think of my feelings the next time he wants to announce to his friends that I’m a whore!”

She left the room in tears, leaving Chad feeling frustrated by the lack of closure to the argument. Fine, let her cry it out. Maybe that would help her stop being so angry and hurt.

He’d never felt so at odds with her. He felt so conflicted. Should he let her have space? Or should he go after her and fight this out?

The truth was Reina had always been the one to fix things or smooth them over whenever they’d had an argument or a misunderstanding. She was good at that. But it was clear she wasn’t doing that this time, so it would be up to him. That seemed fair since he was the cause of this rift. So, all he needed to do was figure out what would Reina do?

Reina sat on the sofa bed on the third level, looking out the window. Her stomach hurt at the thought that they didn’t seem to be able to get past Friday night. Well, at least, she couldn’t. Why couldn’t she? What did It matter if Bill knew she was one of Chad’s Office Whores? Was that what was really bothering her? Or was it the cavalier attitude that Chad had exhibited that night? And why didn’t the make-up sex help make this all go away? It always had in the past. She lay down and cried softly.

Chad was halfway up the stairs to the third level when he heard her crying. He stopped and sat down on the step. He had two choices, turn around and make Reina feel like she didn’t matter, or head up those stairs and figure out how to fix this. Then he had an idea. He finished climbing the stairs and said a silent prayer that it would be enough.

He took a deep breath and said, “Hey, we’ve been putting off setting up the dungeon because we’ve been so busy. It’s a bit overwhelming for one person. Would you mind helping me today?”

Reina looked at Chad incredulously. So, he’s just going to pretend everything is fine? Then she looked into his eyes and saw what she might have missed if she had been too stubborn to notice. Genuine remorse. He wasn’t just sorry that she got upset, he was sorry that his actions were the cause.

It would have been so easy at this point to take him into her arms and comfort him. He was truly miserable. But maybe that was okay for a bit longer, so he would understand that what he did was not just a minor offence, but a major hurt. However, she did really want to get the dungeon set up, so she nodded, “Yeah, sure, that’s a good idea.”

Chad let go of the breath he didn’t realize he was holding. “Thanks, I’d really like your input on where things should go. I want to make it ours,” he said. “I want this to be a space that is decadently appealing.”

Reina couldn’t help but grin, “You sound like one of those hosts on an HGTV show.”

Chad looked at her and smiled, “Yeah, wouldn’t it be cool to see a show on sex dungeons?”

She giggled and said, “Yes, and over here we have a great little area called the Implements of Pain. You’ve got your straps, paddles, floggers, crops, belts, bullwhips, and canes.”

Chad chuckled and said, “And that’s not all, we also have the latest in BDSM furniture. A deluxe padded spanking bench, a deluxe padded barrel horse, a stockroom stockade with spreader bars, a cage, and a deluxe St. Andrew’s cross.”

“Well, my goodness, Chad, the owner of this dungeon has gone all out with the deluxe models of all these fabulous pieces,” Reina said enthusiastically. “But does he have the smaller stuff covered?”

“Or she,” Chad corrected. “Well, check out these clever little gadgets. There are a variety of interesting nipple clamps, some blingy clit jewelry, handcuffs, ball gags, bit gags, and more.”

“Oh, I bet they have a wide variety of dildos, vibrators, and butt plugs as well,” Reina added playfully.

“And what’s in this box?” Chad asked teasingly. “Why, it’s a brand-new collar! Of course, everything is new.”

Reina looked up at Chad, “Are you serious?”

He studied Reina’s face to see if her expression was one of consternation or amusement. What he found there was pure delight. “Of course, I’m serious. I wanted everything to be new for you, baby. You’re my wife and my amazing lover, and my naughty little sex slave.”

Her eyes teared up a little as something dawned on her, “You didn’t tell Bill that I was your Office Whore to humiliate me, you’re proud of me being your slut and you were bragging, weren’t you?”

“Of course! What man wouldn’t be proud to call you his own and want to brag about you to the guy who helped dream up the whole concept in the first place?” Chad asked. “My mistake was thinking he’d understand how special that makes you. He’s just an ass, Rei, and I’m so sorry…”

Reina interrupted, “You did all this, bought all of this stuff, so we wouldn’t be putting old stuff in our new dungeon, didn’t you?”

“I kept your old favorites for safekeeping in the nightstand, but yes, everything else is brand new,” he admitted.

Reina sighed, “I can’t stay mad at you. I just can’t. Not after seeing all this and realizing how perfect you wanted everything to be.”

“You should see the medical fetish stuff I got us!” Chad grinned and raised his eyebrows. “Dr. Chad is gonna be in the house!”

She put her arms around him and held him tight. “I don’t like feeling like I don’t matter. But I can’t hold on to that feeling when I clearly do. I love you, Chad Stephens,” she said burying her face in his chest.

Chad laid his head on top of hers and inhaled her scent. It was just a hint of her perfume mixed with the fragrance of her shampoo, and it was heavenly. “I love you too, Reina Stephens!” he said in return. “I never want to make you feel anything else but special.”

Reina lifted her chin to look Chad in the eyes. “Then don’t ever call me a bitch again,” she said seriously.

“Reina, we’re human beings, I can’t promise I won’t slip up and say something stupid out of anger or frustration. But I promise not to refer to you as a bitch to anyone else who might be present,” he said, just as serious.

“I guess you’re right about human nature. But I was so shocked when you said it! I felt crushed,” she admitted.

He leaned down to kiss her and said, “Let’s take a break. Let’s find a room we haven’t had sex in and go christen it!”

Reina smirked at Chad, “You always know just want to say to get into my pants. That sounds amazing. Which room sounds good to you?”

Chad grinned, “How about we test out those quartz countertops in the kitchen?”

“Only if you use some kitchen utensils to enhance the experience,” she mused.

“You’re so damn much fun!” Chad said, taking her by the hands and leading her to the kitchen.

Before they got started, Reina looked Chad in the eyes and said, “I’m sorry I was being so stubborn about really forgiving you.”

“Don’t be,” he said. “I needed to be reminded that asshole Chad still lives inside me somewhere and I need to be aware of that, so he doesn’t come out to spoil what I have with you. I also needed to learn that the words ‘I’m sorry’ are not an automatic fix. I’ve still got some work to do in the way of taking care of your heart the way you take care of mine.”

He kissed her softly. He silently thanked God for giving Reina such a forgiving nature and vowed to do better to not take advantage of that. Then he picked her up and sat her on the counter.

“Strip for me, my sweet little slut. I need you naked so I can do things to you that will make you beg and moan,” he said seductively.

“Well, when you put it that way, how can I refuse?”

Once she was naked, she laid back on the counter and spread her legs for him. “My pussy is yours to play with, however you wish,” she purred.

Chad’s cock twitched. God, her pussy was beautiful! He opened the drawer, took out the pastry brush, and dipped it into the juices already pooling along her slit. Then he began to tease her clit with it, brushing it gently around in circles. Her hips began to rock a little as the stimulation caused those juices to run down the crack of her ass. Using the thumb of his other hand, he lubed up her tight, puckered hole. Her moans of pleasure made his shaft even harder. But his dick would need to wait. He wanted Reina frenzied with lust, begging him to fuck her.

He took the handle of the pastry brush and slid it into her pussy, moving it in and out, as her hips moved more rapidly. Then he removed it and heard a little sigh of protest. He grinned as he slid it back in, but into her asshole this time instead.

“Chad, you’re driving me crazy, I need you to fuck me!” she panted.

“You don’t really want me to stop playing with you yet, do you?” he asked as took the joined end of the salad tongs and slid them into her wet, needy cunt.

Reina writhed and moaned as he toyed with her. He pulled the exposed parts of the tongs in opposite directions, opening up her pussy. God, it looked so fucking delicious! He needed to taste her. So, he leaned down and licked her clit, before sucking on it and eventually nibbling it. Her orgasm crept up on her quickly and, with her pussy spread open, she squirted her nectar into his mouth and on his chin.

Drinking her sweet liquid caused his cock to ache. He removed the pastry brush from her ass first and then the tongs from her pussy. Then he sat on the counter and pulled her on top of him, sliding her down onto his rock-hard erection.

“God, baby, you’re so fucking wet!” he cried out as he began lifting her up and down on his cock. As he did, her big, beautiful tits were bouncing and teasing him. He grabbed them firmly, one in each hand, and alternated sucking and biting her nipples. Within moments, she arched her back and her pussy clamped down on his dick while she came hard, shuddering from its intensity. He wanted to just keep fucking her, it felt so good, but he could hold back no longer and shot his seed deep inside her, as the aftershock contractions of her cunt milked his cock dry.

Reina laid herself down on his chest with her head nestled under his chin. She sighed what Chad recognized as her contented sigh, which filled him with joy. He realized how much bringing her pleasure brought himself happiness. He put his arms around her and held her close, kissing the top of her gorgeous red head of hair.

“I love you, Reina,” he said softly.

“I love you, too, Chad,” she sighed. “When I can actually move again, I will make us some lunch. Then I want to pick another room. I think I’m gonna need you to fuck me again. We can finish setting up the dungeon after dinner. I want it ready for the long weekend next week!”

Chad smiled. He was the luckiest man in the world.

 

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