Slutty Dom wife (chapter 2)

Slutty Dom wife (chapter 2)


"Faye, I need you..."

His voice crackled through the phone, low, raspy…dangerously thick with something dark.

She paused where she stood in the staff break room, fingers tightening around her phone.

He let out a guttural groan, a sound that sent a cold shiver down her spine.

"Kai..." She sighed sharply, exasperated. "I've told you to stop calling me. I am not coming to you."

The last time he showed up at the hospital, they had damn near torn the place apart.

Sex in the trauma ward.

It was reckless. Irresponsible. Unforgivable.

And if anyone had walked in, she'd have been finished.

She was still on thin ice after covering it up. A false chart note, a fake sedation record.

All to protect the man she swore she wanted nothing to do with.

"Midnight Ink," he growled. "Come find me."

Then the line went dead.

Faye stood frozen for a beat, phone still pressed to her ear as silence filled the line.

"Bastard," she muttered, tossing her phone onto the table. "Who the hell does he think he is?"

She went back to her locker and stripped off her white coat, fingers moving fast and angry.

But her pulse wouldn't slow.

His voice had sounded off. Slurred. And not just because he was turned on..this wasn't his usual teasing.

No, something else was wrong.

Could he be hurt?

Her chest tightened as she sat down to change into her jeans and sweater. She tugged on her boots and grabbed her phone again, hesitating only a second before rushing out into the parking lot.

"Damn him," she muttered, unlocking her car.

The music pounded from the brick walls of Midnight Ink, an exclusive underground club buried three stories beneath the city. Faye had been there once, years ago, when she still wore his scent like it belonged to her.

Now she was pushing through the velvet ropes, ignoring the scandalized looks from the bouncer and waitress at the door.

"I’m here to see Kai Parsons," she said, flashing her hospital badge before the bouncer could speak.

The man raised a brow. "He's in the VIP. No entry unless you're invited."

Faye narrowed her eyes. "He called me for help. So either you move, or I scream this entire building down."

The bouncer looked momentarily alarmed. He stepped aside.

The VIP lounge was a different universe…red velvet walls, low golden light, and a thick cloud of expensive smoke. Music throbbed underfoot.

And there he was.

Kai Parsons.

Slouched on a leather couch, drenched in sweat. Shirt unbuttoned. Eyes dark and glassy.

And sitting on his lap was a woman…curvy, red-haired, cleavage out, grinding on him like she was trying to finish what he couldn’t.

"Kai?" Faye said, shoving past a waiter and heading for him.

One of his guards stepped in front of her.

"You can’t go in there."

She stared him down. "Get out of my way, or I call 911 and tell them your boss has been poisoned."

The guard hesitated.

"Move!"

He stepped back, and Faye stormed into the lounge.

"Get off him," she barked at the woman.

The redhead turned with an irritated look. "Excuse me, bitch?"

Faye didn’t even hesitate.

She grabbed the woman by the wrist and yanked her up.

"He's overdosing on an aphrodisiac. Do you want him to die on your pussy, or do you want to live to wear another tacky dress?"

The woman gasped and stumbled back. "Asshole!"

"Leave. Now."

Faye didn’t wait to watch her scurry away.

She dropped to her knees in front of Kai.

"Kai. Hey. Look at me."

He blinked slowly. His eyes met hers. Wild. Dilated. Desperate.

"Faye..."

His voice was barely there.

"You've been poisoned. What the hell did you take?"

"Don't know... someone... drink..."

His body jerked slightly, hips bucking up. His erection strained visibly against his slacks.

Faye muttered a curse. "Alright, come on. We’re getting you out of here."

She waved to the guard. "Get his car. Now."

With help, she got him to his feet. He leaned on her, heavy, trembling, burning with fever.

"You smell so fucking good," he groaned against her neck.

"Not now, Kai. Keep it together."

He clung to her all the way to the exit.

Once in the backseat of his car, he collapsed against her, panting.

"Faye... I need you... now... or I’ll lose my mind..."

He was trying to undo his belt.

She caught his hand.

"Kai, listen to me. It’ll be worse in this car. You need to calm down. We’re going to my place, okay?"

He groaned, but nodded.

Faye leaned forward. "Driver. My address. Now."

The car took off through the night.

Kai was curled in her arms, writhing, his breath hot against her throat.

"I want to fuck you, Faye. I need to."

Her fingers carded through his hair.

"Soon, Kai. Be patient. Just hold on a little longer."

But inside...

She was trembling.

Not from fear.

From the knowledge that once they got home, she was going to give him everything he wanted.

The silence in the car was electric, thick with tension and heat. Faye sat beside Kai in the backseat, her arms wrapped around his trembling body as she gave the driver her address. His head lolled against her shoulder, hair damp with sweat, eyes half-lidded but feral.

"You're burning up," she whispered, brushing her hand down his chest. His heart was pounding like a war drum beneath his skin. "Damn it, Kai... what did they give you?"

He shuddered, lips brushing her collarbone. "Don't know. All I know is if you don't touch me... if I don’t feel you... I'm going to lose it."

She swallowed hard. His voice was ragged, pleading. The desperation in it undid something in her, cracked through the resentment and betrayal she had spent years burying under professionalism and forced indifference.

"Just breathe," she murmured, fingers carding through his hair. "We're almost there. I won’t let you burn out."

By the time they arrived at her apartment, Kai was half-carried through the door, barely able to stand. His body vibrated with need, his muscles taut, his skin flushed. She got him into the bathroom, flicked on the lights, and turned the faucet. The tub filled with steaming water as she helped him strip, her movements fast but tender.

"This will help," she said, guiding him in. Steam curled around them, heat rising.

He slid into the bath with a groan, sinking back. His eyes fluttered shut. For a moment, she thought he'd passed out.

But then his head turned.

"Get in."

She blinked. "Kai…"

"Please," he rasped, eyes wild now, almost feverish. "Faye, I need you. Not just a bath. You."

She hesitated, heart slamming against her ribs.

Then she began to strip.

Her white coat hit the floor, followed by her blouse, her skirt, her bra, her lace underwear. She stepped into the tub carefully, the water lapping at her thighs. Kai sat up to make space, his eyes dragging down her body like he was starving.

"Come here," he whispered.

She lowered herself onto his lap slowly, her knees on either side of his hips. The water sloshed around them, skin against skin. His breath hitched as her breasts brushed his chest.

"You sure you can handle this?" she murmured.

"You're the only thing that can fix me."

That was all it took.

She leaned in and kissed him.

It started soft…a whisper, a promise…but Kai deepened it with raw hunger. His hands gripped her waist, trembling, like he feared she would disappear. Their tongues tangled, breath exchanged, every moan swallowed by the other. His mouth was hot and demanding, his need pouring through every touch.

Faye kissed down his jaw, over his throat. He tilted his head back, groaning when her lips found the pulse under his skin. She licked, sucked, marked him.

"Faye," he gasped, nails digging into her thighs. "God... please."

She rose slightly, positioning him at her entrance, water dripping from her skin. Then she lowered herself onto him, slow, controlled. He let out a strangled cry, his head falling forward, resting against her shoulder.

"Fuck, you feel like heaven..." he groaned.

Faye wrapped her arms around his neck, holding him close as she began to move. Her hips rolled in a slow, sensuous rhythm, water sloshing with each rise and fall.

Kai's mouth found her collarbone, kissing, biting gently. "I missed this... missed you... I never stopped."

She bit her lip, trying not to cry. "You left me."

"I know," he whispered. "And I regret it every damn day."

She rode him harder now, the pain and longing crashing into her hips, each thrust a cry of what they’d lost and never said. His hands gripped her waist so tightly she knew there would be bruises. She didn’t care. Her nails raked down his back, leaving marks. Her teeth found his neck.

They fucked like lovers who had nearly destroyed each other.

His head dropped back as she circled her hips, grinding deep. His breath came in broken moans.

"You're killing me," he groaned. "You're so fucking perfect."

She cupped his jaw and kissed him again, this time slow, deep, tongue on tongue.

Their rhythm built gradually, water spilling over the edge of the tub. Her thighs burned, his body trembled beneath her. Her clit rubbed against his pelvis with every grind.

"I'm close," she gasped.

"Me too," he panted. "Cum with me. Please, baby."

Her movements became erratic, messy, desperate. He met her thrusts, pushing deeper, harder, every breath a prayer.

When she came, it was a sob against his mouth, her whole body shaking. She clung to him, burying her face in his neck as her orgasm crashed through her.

He followed moments later, muffling a broken cry against her shoulder. His arms locked around her, holding her as if she was the only anchor left in his storm.

They stayed like that, trembling, tangled, breathless.

Water lukewarm, bodies marked with love and war.

And in the silence that followed, Kai whispered against her skin:

"I'm never letting you go again."

Faye didn’t answer.

But she didn’t move either.

And that, for the moment, was enough.