The next few days blur into a repetitive routine: I leave for the office early in the morning, often before Grace is fully awake. I return late in the evening, and our interaction has reduced to the bare minimum.We communicate through eye contact with little conversation exchanged.One morning, as I step out of the bathroom after my shower, I find a servant apologising to Grace, “I’m sorry-““Sorry, my foot.” She hurls the cup of coffee at him, yelling at him. “I asked you to bring hot coffee, not cold, you idiot.”I march to her and grasp her hand in fury. “How dare you? You’re in my house, and here you can’t treat servants like this.”Her voice reveals frustration as she gives a curt response. “Just leave me, Steve.”Unwilling to let the matter go, I insist, my voice firm, “Just apologise to him right now, Grace.”“No, I won’t.” However, she remains resolute, refusing to back down, further raising my anger.Exasperated, I give her a final warning, my voice stern. “I’m asking you fo
Grace’s P.O.V.I storm out of the room, fuming with anger, and head to the kitchen to eat something because I have been starving since morning.How could he lock me in the bathroom because of a mere servant? What did he think of himself? I’ll certainly make him regret doing this with me.As I stand up from the dining table after finishing my meal, Steve’s father, who has always been kind and warm, approaches me.He looks at me with concern and asks, “How are you feeling, Grace? Steve told me you’re not well.”So Steve lied to him. Now it’s my time to teach him a lesson for messing up with me.I decide to put on a drama to gain sympathy. Sobbing, I say, “I’ve had a terrible day, Dad. Steve locked me in the bathroom for the entire day just because I accidentally dropped a cup of coffee on the servant.”His expression transforms into one of disbelief, and he speaks with anger. “What the hell? I can’t believe it. Trust me, Grace. He was never like this before.”I continue my act, tears st
Steve’s P.O.V.The next day,I’m still boiling with anger over the previous night’s drama. It’s really disheartening when someone lets you down.I walk directly towards the main door of the mansion, not even sparing a glance at my father, who is sitting with Grace at the breakfast table.“At least have breakfast, Steve.” He calls after me, but his words fall on deaf ears. I’m too disappointed with him to respond, so I just leave.***After winding up my work, I call Jace and Mike to meet me because I need to vent my frustration and disappointment over the recent events involving Grace and my father.As we sit down in my cabin, I let out a heavy sigh. “Guys, you won’t believe what happened at home yesterday.”Mike raises an eyebrow. “Now what did Grace do?”I lean in and speak in a low, irritated tone. “She manipulated my father, telling him I locked her in the bathroom without the fault of her. And he took her side. I couldn’t believe it.”“Man, that’s so wrong. I can’t believe Grace
Zara’s P.O.V.At night, Jace and I lie in each other’s arms in a peaceful silence. I feel so safe in his warm arms.He asks, breaking the silence. “Zara, I want you to share your thoughts and feelings about when I spanked you. I want to know your experience.”I raise my head from his chest and look at him, his eyes are filled with curiosity and affection.“It was... intense. The mixture of pleasure and pain, the vulnerability of being completely exposed to you—it was exhilarating.” A soft smile graces my lips as I recall the sensation.He listens attentively, his fingers tracing gentle patterns on my skin. “And the ribbon binding your wrists? Did you enjoy that part?”A blush tints my cheeks as I admit, “More than I expected. It was a turn-on, Jace. It was like entering a world where I could surrender completely to your dominance.”He lets out a soft chuckle, his thumb brushing over my cheek. “I’m glad to hear that. Your pleasure is my priority, Zara.”I nestle closer to him. “I appre
The next day,As I see Grace leaving the mansion, I inquire, “Where are you going?”“Remember our deal from yesterday? We decided not to interfere in each other's lives.” As she reminds me, I roll my eyes.“Anyway, I’m going to see my father. He’s going on a business trip,” she informs me.As I notice my father watching us, I suddenly grab Grace by the waist and pull her close, which takes her by surprise.I comment in a playful tone, “I’ll miss you, my wife.” I nuzzle her neck and whisper in her ear, “Dad is watching us,” before releasing her, grinning.She responds, playing along, “Aww… I’ll come to meet you in the office when I’m free.”She places a kiss on my cheek, and as my father leaves, I push her away and leave from there.Jace’s P.O.V.At night, as I chat with Zara on WhatsApp, I ask her.Me: How do you want to be your first night, baby?Zara: What do you mean?Me: That it should be gentle or rough? How have you imagined it to be?Zara: To be honest! I imagined it to be roug
As I spank her, Grace questions in a surprised tone, “What was that?”“That was for leaving your husband alone in the pool,” I respond in a teasing tone, seizing her waist and pulling her towards me, stealing her breath.“But, my dear husband, you’re pissing me off. Just move away.” She tries to break free from my grasp, which only intensifies my frustration.“Stop moving, Grace!” I order in a stern tone.“No, I won’t listen to you. You told me you don’t want me, so why are you here again?” She asks, irked by my previous behaviour.“I didn’t say that I don’t want you,” I whisper, closing the distance between us, my lips nearing my angry wife’s.“It means the same!” She rolls her eyes.“I want you so damn much, okay? And I’m ready to regret it again and again for doing this. Today, I’ll show you how much I desire you, my wife.” I confess, my fingers playing with her wet hair, and my hand still firmly gripping her waist.“So tell me. Who is stopping you, husband?” She whispers, looking
Steve’s P.O.V.Grace and I settle down at the breakfast table with my father.“Today, both of your faces are glowing. Am I missing something?” Dad asks, raising an eyebrow as he sips his coffee.I exchange a glance with Grace, and a mischievous smirk plays on her lips.“Oh, nothing, just some morning exercise, right, Steve?” She responds, smirking, and I nearly choke on my coffee.After composing myself, I nod in agreement and clear my throat, trying to sound casual. “Yes, a refreshing morning indeed.”My father seems satisfied with our explanation, but there’s a glint in his eyes. “Well, whatever the reason, it’s good to see you two getting along for a change.”We share a forced smile, keeping the morning’s encounter our little secret.“Stop blushing like a teenager, Steve.” As she whispers in my ear, I realise I was blushing.I shoot her a look, irritated and embarrassed. “It’s none of your business, Grace.”As we continue with breakfast, Dad discusses some business matters, but my
Steve’s P.O.V.As I prepare to lie down on the sofa to sleep at night, Grace suggests, “If we’ve been intimate, we can share the bed too. Right?”Surprisingly, I agree with her perspective for the first time.“Congratulations, Mrs Grey. You’re right for the first time.” I tease her, and she responds with an angry look, causing me to chuckle.After taking my pillow and blanket, I make my way to the bed and lie down beside her.“Good night, Mr. Grey.”“Good night, Mrs. Grey,” I reply, and she smiles before facing away from me.***The next morning,I wake up to find her peacefully sleeping in my arms, her head resting on my chest. It feels comforting to have her so close to me. A smile appears on my face as I watch her sleep. Her warm breath against my chest feels magical, and I automatically press my lips on her forehead.Unsure of why I did it, I brush it aside and continue holding her tightly as I drift back to sleep with a contented smile on my face.This morning has become the most