Slutty Dom wife (chapter 5)

Slutty Dom wife (chapter 5)

Faye had expected opulence, sure. A man like Kai Parsons didn’t live in a shoebox. But what unfolded beyond the heavy wrought-iron gates took her breath away.

This wasn’t a home.

It was an estate.

A sprawling, multi-acre fortress that stood tucked deep within the cliffs of the upper district, hidden behind rows of whispering trees and guarded walls. The long driveway was flanked by pristine hedges trimmed into dragon-shaped topiary. Lanterns glowed dimly even in daylight, mounted on polished stone columns lining the path.

“Jesus Christ,” Faye muttered under her breath as the car pulled up to the circular front porch.

“You like it?” Kai asked with that cocky half-smile.

She didn’t dignify it with a response.

The front doors opened before they reached them. A woman in her forties bowed slightly.

“Welcome home, Young Master Kai,” she greeted, smiling warmly. Her voice was soft, maternal.

“Miss Jin,” he said, stepping out and opening the door for Faye. “Still pretending I’m twelve?”

“You’ll always be twelve to me,” she said, then turned to Faye. “You must be Miss Lin. We’ve heard a lot about you.”

Faye blinked. “You have?”

Miss Jin chuckled. “Come inside. The maids will take your things.”

They stepped into a grand foyer. Polished obsidian floors reflected the marble archways and clean wooden beams overhead. The style was a seamless blend of modern elegance and ancient Chinese influences…lacquered panels etched with gold, calligraphy scrolls on the walls, and minimalist bonsai arrangements nestled on pedestals.

“You live here alone?” Faye asked, slightly dazed.

“Me, my old nanny, three housekeepers, and my security team,” Kai replied. “The guard quarters are around the back.”

“This is not a house. It’s a damn museum.”

“Don’t act surprised. You knew I had money.”

Before she could respond, a voice rang from the hallway.

“Kai!”

Faye turned just in time to see an elegant woman in a tight mauve dress striding toward them like she owned the walls.

Her heels clicked across the stone with the kind of authority only women with way too much money and far too little self-respect carried.

“You didn’t show up at Atelier,” the woman snapped. “Do you know how humiliating it is to sit there like a fool? And who the hell is this?”

Faye folded her arms. “I’m going to step out and take a call.”

Without waiting, she turned and walked out onto the veranda.

Back inside, Kai’s smile dropped. “Nerina, what the hell are you doing here?”

“You missed our date!”

“We didn’t have a date. My mother set that up, not me. You should have known I wouldn’t show.”

She slinked closer. “But we had a connection. Last month at the gala…”

“You got drunk and tried to lick my ear. That wasn’t a connection. That was desperation.”

Her expression twisted. “You think you can embarrass me and get away with it?”

He stepped forward. “You think showing up uninvited to my house is going to change anything?”

She reached for him, but he grabbed her wrist mid-air.

“Leave. Don’t come back.”

Fuming, she ripped her hand away and stormed toward the door.

Unfortunately for her, Faye had just stepped back inside.

They collided.

“Watch it, bitch,” Nerina spat.

Faye blinked once, then let out a soft laugh. “You must be one of his leftovers.”

Nerina snarled, then stormed out in silence.

Kai stood by the stairs, rubbing his temples.

“Don’t look at me,” Faye said. “I wasn’t the one juggling women.”

He stepped forward, arms out. “Come on, I kicked her out the moment she opened her mouth.”

Faye side-stepped him. “Don’t touch me with those filthy hands you use to pet your harem.”

He froze.

“Faye…”

Her phone rang. She answered it instantly, putting distance between them.

“Anthony? Yeah, sorry about what happened at Atelier. Kai is just… unpredictable.”

Kai’s eye twitched.

“No, no,” she said with a soft laugh. “I’m fine. I just stepped out for a bit.”

He watched her from across the room like a predator.

When she hung up, she turned back toward the kitchen..only to stop when she saw Kai slowly pulling his belt from his waist.

“What are you doing?” she said.

“Teaching you a lesson.”

“Kai…”

“You’re going to talk sweet to another man in front of me?”

“It was a phone call!”

He was already moving. She turned and ran.

But he was faster. He caught her wrists, spun her, and tied them together with the belt in one swift move.

“You psycho!” she yelled, struggling.

He picked her up like a sack of flour and slung her over his shoulder.

“Let me down!”

He gave her butt a hard smack. “Not until we have a little talk upstairs.”

As he carried her toward the grand staircase, Miss Jin and the older cook peeked from the hallway.

Faye yelled, “Help! Save me! He’s abducting me!”

Miss Jin chuckled. “You knew what you were getting into when you brought that one home.”

“Don’t come crying when he ties you to a bed,” the cook added, giggling.

Faye groaned. “This household is full of traitors.”

Kai grinned like a devil. “Welcome to my home, princess.”

Faye thrashed on his shoulder as Kai climbed the stairs, smacking his back and kicking her feet in the air. "Kai! Put me down, you maniac!"

He didn’t even flinch. His palm came down on her ass again, firm and fast, making her gasp. "Call another man in front of me again, Yeying, and I’ll do more than just spank you."

The maids downstairs laughed behind their hands. His old nanny snickered, waving lazily as if this were a routine domestic matter.

"You’re all traitors!" Faye called to them from over his shoulder.

Kai only grunted. He shoved his bedroom door open with his shoulder and kicked it shut behind him, locking it with a satisfying click.

The room was exactly what she'd imagined and nothing like it. Modern concrete walls accented by warm wood. Floor-to-ceiling windows veiled in silk drapes. Ancient calligraphy scrolls beside brutalist furniture. Minimalist but luxurious.

He dropped her on the massive bed and pressed her wrists up above her head, pinning them with one hand against the padded wall behind the headboard.

Faye blinked up at him, breathless, her chest heaving. "What the hell is wrong with you?"

Kai leaned in close, his nose brushing hers. "I want to get you pregnant."

Her brain short-circuited. "W-what?!"

His pupils were blown wide, black swallowing gold. "I want you swollen with my child. I want everyone to know you’re mine."

"Kai!" she shouted, flustered beyond recognition.

He laughed darkly, his hand stroking down her side. "I want to mark every inch of you from the inside out."

He rolled his hips against her, slow and filthy. She gasped.

Then he paused, his expression softening.

"You're beautiful, you know? You drive me fucking insane. Say something. Anything. I’ll do it for you."

Faye stared into his eyes, a wicked smile forming.

"Anything?"

Kai narrowed his gaze suspiciously. "Within reason."

She sat up slowly, licking her lips. Her legs wrapped around his hips. "I want to roleplay."

He blinked. "What kind of roleplay?"

She leaned in, brushing her lips over his. "I want to be the Dom. You be the sub."

Kai recoiled like she'd slapped him. "Excuse me?"

Faye burst out laughing. "Oh come on. Just this once. I want to see you beg."

He sat back on his heels, incredulous. "You want me to submit to you? Yeying, are you out of your mind?"

"No, just curious. Besides, aren’t you the one always saying you’d do anything for me?"

He groaned. "Not this."

"Why not? Afraid I’ll make you moan like a virgin?"

Kai growled, lunging to grab her again, but she slipped off the bed.

"Not so fast," she teased, pulling a silk ribbon from her purse. She dangled it in front of him. "I want you to tie this around your bare chest. Like a gift. For me."

Kai stared at her like she’d sprouted horns. "You’re going too far."

Faye shrugged and sat down cross-legged on the bed, eyes sparkling. "You can take it off after, promise. I just want the visual. My personal Christmas gift."

Kai rubbed his face like he was praying for patience. "You’re insane."

"And yet you’re still hard for me," she pointed out sweetly.

He looked down. Yeah. Still hard. Still leaking.

"Fuck," he muttered.

She tossed the ribbon at him.

He caught it.

Paused.

Then slowly, grumbling under his breath, pulled his shirt over his head and began wrapping the silk across his chest like some begrudging sacrifice.

Faye bit her lip to stop from laughing. "Now lie down. On your back."

"Yeying..."

"You said anything."

He groaned again but obeyed, lying down across the bed. His abs flexed. His chest, ribbon-bound, heaved with tension. He looked like a pissed-off Greek god offering himself to war.

Faye crawled on top of him, straddling his waist.

"Don't you dare touch my ass," he warned.

"Not planning to," she purred.

She leaned down and kissed his neck, sucking gently before trailing her tongue down his collarbone. Kai let out a shaky breath. She rocked her hips, grinding against him with slow, purposeful movements.

"Faye..."

"Shhh," she whispered. "Submissives don’t talk unless told to."

Kai choked on a laugh. "You’re really enjoying this, aren’t you?"

"Immensely."

She reached down between them, freeing his cock, thick and flushed and angry. She stroked him once. Twice. He hissed like a king cobra.