Chapter 111: Obedience and Control

Zavren almost choked in disbelief. He had heard her clearly....she was just too serious for him to even say anything. But then, why would she tell him to spread his legs? He wondered if she was trying to mimic what he had done to her. "Sweetheart, I’m not sure what you’re talking about, but telling a man to spread his legs is quite..." His words trailed off as Ariana’s mind linked with his. "That’s not my problem, sweetheart. Remember you promised to be obedient. Now, be a good boy and spread them." Zavren turned speechless at her words. Did he just hear what his wife had said? Did she really say that? He didn’t want to believe it, yet the words echoed in his head, and at this point, he had nothing to say. "Good boy," was all he heard in his head she nodded calmly. Zavren didn’t know if he should laugh or just stare at her in shock at her newfound boldness. Now, he was curious about what she was planning to do with him. This was the first time she was actually volunteering to touch him, and he didn’t want to ruin anything. But still—telling him to spread his legs? Wasn’t that a little...? He opened his mouth to speak, but Ariana interrupted. "No more interruptions, except you want to get scolded," her soft voice rang calmly through him. Zavren just gazed at her. This wife of his really was something. "As you wish," he responded quietly, pressing his back lightly against the bedframe where he sat naked. His rod was already standing erect, and Ariana’s smile curled up. She had no idea where this confidence had surged from, but she was loving it. Her eyes moved to his, their eyes locked. A smile stretched her lips as she narrowed her eyes at him and linked: ’Spread it wider.’ Zavren could not believe it. All these years of his life, someone was now the one telling him to spread his legs? Normally, it was Zavren who was in charge. And now Ariana being in charge... it wasn’t something he was used to. But at this point, he had no choice—Ariana was in charge. He moved, and he gently began to spread his legs. Ariana’s lips curled even wider, and to his shock, he heard her: "Good boy." His pupils dilated slightly as his jaw ticked. Fuck, she was really pushing him to the edge right now. And without knowing, who would have thought that word could sound so good coming from her? Ariana moved to all fours as she calmly crawled toward Zavren. His eyes remained locked on her. If not for the belt tied behind him, he would’ve pounced on her. As she crawled, her breasts bounced lightly in rhythm, and Zavren’s jaw ticked once more as he watched the determined way her eyes gazed at him, her golden blonde hair fell over her shoulders blocking part of her breast view from him. He didn’t know why she was this confident—but he was tied, and he knew he wouldn’t hesitate to ravage her if given the chance. Ariana watched the internal struggle within him with excitement. She finally reached him and knelt between his spread legs. His rod poked her lightly, but her gaze only flickered to it before moving back to Zavren’s face. Zavren groaned softly. He couldn’t take it anymore. Then he spoke, his voice huskily low. "Sweetheart... go ahead and touch it..." Ariana’s lips curled up as her fingers moved to his lips, pressing them together, signaling him to be quiet—that she had this under control. Zavren fell silent. He chuckled lightly in disbelief the sound echoing lightly through the room. Her slowness was worse than his. This was torturously slow. "It seems like you’re trying to torture me, huh, sweetheart?" he spoke calmly, trying to calm himself. She hadn’t even touched him yet, and that was what pained him most. He knew if he reminded her, she might take things even slower—and that was one thing he didn’t want. Ariana moved her fingers, lightly touching his face, tracing the lines. Zavren couldn’t believe it. Was she really tracing his features at a time like this? Fucking... fuck, he cursed internally. "My husband has such perfect features. I could do this all night," she whispered through their link as she traced from his nose to his mouth. Zavren knew that normally, he wouldn’t have minded....in fact, he would have freely allowed it. But now? Hearing her say she could do this all night—for the first time ever...he was annoyed at himself for having such perfect features. She hadn’t even touched his shoulders yet. Just his face... The words threatened to spill. If his hands weren’t tied, he would’ve made her rethink this decision thoroughly. Ariana finally shifted her gaze as her hands moved to his neck, trailing along his Adam’s apple. To Zavren’s surprise, she moved as her mouth covered it, sucking lightly. Zavren groaned, and Ariana’s body tingled as the vibration moved along her tongue while she licked it. She slightly grazed her teeth on it, locking on it once again. She felt it bob up and down. Her hands finally moved to his shoulders, rubbing gently the same way he had done to her earlier as she slowly pulled herself away from him. Zavren’s head fell back as he groaned softly. Ariana’s fingers moved to his chin. "Eyes on me, honey." Zavren fell speechless as his eyes locked on hers. Her hands moved again, finally reaching his chest. She felt his rod poke her once more yet she ignored it. Her hands moved across his well-shaped, muscular chest, gently rubbing him. Her fingers brushed his nipples lightly with her thumb. Zavren bit his lip hard, his smoldering gaze resting on her thumb as she pinched him lightly. He moaned, and Ariana’s body stilled, her excited gaze resting on him. Zavren noticed she was treating this like some kind of exploration, while he was over here holding himself back with everything he had. His Adam’s apple bobbed again. Ariana’s fingers moved slowly across his skin, her eyes on his as she moved down to his abs. "Sweetheart, please... just touch it already," Zavren begged. Ariana’s eyes gleamed mischievously, and she used his words against him. "Patience is the key." Zavren’s lips finally curled. This wife of his... she really was something. She was pushing him to the wall deliberately—and it was working. Her hands moved lower, gently poking and tracing along his abs, then finally reaching the place Zavren had been waiting for. He unknowingly spread his legs wider, just in case that was what she wanted. Ariana’s lips curled. She couldn’t believe this man—how funny he was. He had hesitated earlier, and now it seemed like he was inviting her to touch it. Zavren shut his eyes slightly, biting his lips, waiting. Ariana’s hands moved, and Zavren’s eyes snapped open. Her hands were now tracing his V-line. Could this woman really push him to the edge like this? "Ariana... touch it. Touch it," Zavren pleaded, his voice raspy, his eyes lazy yet desperate he did not know how many times he had begged her and he knew he would not hesitate to do it again. Ariana shook her head and turned to him. "I want to sleep now. We’ll continue tomorrow night." Zavren groaned loudly. "Fuck no! Don’t do that now. Touch my dick!" Ariana’s eyes glinted wickedly. Zavren had no idea a day would come when his wife would act like this—make him beg and beg and yet still.... Ariana moved her hands, brushing the tip of his rod as she turned to him. "You mean this?" she asked through the link, then added, "We’ll save the best for last. Which means—we’ll do it tomorrow." Zavren’s lips pressed tightly together as sweat began to drip down his forehead. "No, you won’t, Aria. Stop this punishment. Just touch it, okay? Just wrap your hands around—" His head flew back in frustration as he growled. Ariana knew she had teased him enough. Her hands finally moved, wrapping around Zavren’s rod. Zavren’s body stiffened. He hadn’t expected her to actually do it. He knew now that anytime this wife of his mentioned punishment, he wouldn’t take it lightly...not after this torturous session. It was like she had gathered all the punishment she had planned over time and unleashed it on him all at once. And to make it worse, she actually mimicked everything he usually did and said—only this time, she made it hers. His senses scattered as her small hands wrapped around him. Even though her grip didn’t cover him entirely, he was still glad she had touched him. But then, he waited for her to move—but she didn’t. His eyes stared at her. "Eyes on me, honey." Zavren moved his eyes, locking them with her golden ones. She didn’t even need to tug on his restraints...but fuck, the way her hand was wrapped around his cock, even without movement, she looked damn seductive. Her gaze, her bare form, her fingers resting on him—it was almost too much. And yet, despite it all, there was still that soft innocence in her eyes. It was beautiful. This wife of his... her beauty was just too unreal. He didn’t want to say anything, as this now unpredictable wife of his might suddenly remove her hands or change her mind. He waited, and just as he finally opened his mouth to speak, Ariana moved.