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"You scared?" Juniper sat at his feet, silent. Jacoby gazed down at her as he petted her honey-coloured hair, comforted by the silky texture and the scent of her flowery shampoo. Clad in nothing more than the silver, rope necklace collar and black stilettos, her head bowed and her hands folded over her lap, Juniper made the perfect picture of a submissive. Her lack of response served to fulfil his unspoken demand. "You may answer, pet." "Petrified." The certainty and honesty in her reply resonated to his core. He’d married her. He loved her and yet, he’d always felt there was something—someone—missing. He would never leave her, had never wanted to. "Look at me, love." Slowly she met his gaze. In her blue eyes, a million questions brewed. The collar glittered in the soft lamplight. He owned her heart. When they entered the bedroom, she willingly became his. Juniper should’ve been enough for him. Jacoby patted his lap. "Sit. I want to look at you while we talk." Rising to her full height of five feet four inches, she stood before him. He ran the backs of his fingers over her taut nipples. When God created woman, he created perfection in the form of Juniper. She smoothed her hands over her hips, drawing his attention to the gentle swell. With curves in all the right places and an imagination nothing could snuff out, she suited him perfectly. She parted her lips and thrust her breasts towards him. The tight little buds beckoned to him, erect from desire, steel barbells glistening in the soft light. Nipple play factored into their lovemaking each time and he loved to hear her gasp and moan when he captured the dusky tips in his mouth or tugged them with the chain. "You want to play, pet?" She stared at him, unmoving. "Although you are right to remain silent, I wanted an answer. Tell me, should I punish you?" The faint smile on her lips also lit up her azure eyes. He nodded. "A spanking. Four strokes should work—after we talk. Sit." He loved their play, loved her more than life, but it wasn’t the same. Juniper straddled his hips, cradling his denim-clad cock between her thighs. Jacoby wound his hand behind her neck, drawing her down for a kiss. The taste of her, a combination of her mint toothpaste and the salty musk of his cum on her tongue, intoxicated him. Even after three years together, she brought out his need to love and possess her. Only one other had ever brought him to the brink with little more than a kiss. When she backed away, the spark of desire in Juniper’s eyes dimmed. "Jacoby." He should punish her for speaking out of turn and using his name. Should want to smother her with kisses until she begged for release. He couldn’t do either. The sadness in her voice combined with his inner turmoil zapped his heart. "You’re thinking about him, aren’t you?"