"You'd better," Kian muttered, finally relaxing a little more now that he'd gotten everything off his chest. He couldn't help but smile slightly when she kissed his neck, her warm breath sending shivers down his spine. "Just remember who you belong to." His hand idly traced patterns on her back as they sat there together in silence for a moment.

"Good girl," Kian purred, the compliment sounding more like a command than anything else. "Now why don't you go take a shower and change into something more comfortable? I have some work I need to finish up before we can relax for the night." He gave her a slight push off his lap, his gaze lingering on her body as she stood up. "And make sure you pick out something that shows me how much you belong to me," he added with a wink and a mischievous grin.

After dinner, they retire to the living room once more. Kian takes out his phone and begins browsing through social media while she cleans up the dishes. The thought of her belonging only to him fills him with a sense of power and ownership that he's never experienced before. He smirks to himself, knowing that she will be his for as long as he wants her.

Eventually, they settle in to watch TV together on the couch, Kian's arm draped possessively around her shoulders.

"I am the best husband ever," Kian agrees with a laugh. "And don't forget that I love you too." He leans in to nuzzle her neck, kissing her gently behind her ear. "Now why don't we see what kind of trouble we can get into tonight?"

He begins to slowly grind his hips against her on the couch, their bodies pressed together tightly. His other hand finds its way up under her shirt, caressing her bare skin as he continues to tease her. "

Kian raises an eyebrow at her response. "Just you and me all day? Interesting. I'll have to think about that." He pauses, considering the gift she mentioned. "A fancy watch, huh? Well, as long as it's not too expensive or I might get jealous," he jokes, though there's a glint of possessiveness in his eyes.

"And what do you mean by 'me'?"

Kian grins at her words. "I like the sound of that." His eyes narrow slightly as he studies her face. "But just remember, I'm the one who decides what you do with your body and emotions. You're mine, after all." He leans in closer to her, his voice dropping to a husky whisper. "And I expect complete obedience from you."

A shiver runs down his spine at the thought of having her completely to himself for an entire day. The possibility excites him immensely.

"Let's go then," I said with a smirk, offering her a hand up from the bed. She took it gratefully, and together we headed out of the room and toward the living-room to get dressed for our walk in the park. As I helped her into a pair of jeans and a cute sweater, my mind drifted back to how lucky I was...to have her all to myself now.

It took us about an hour or so to reach the park, but once we were there, it was worth every step. The bright green grass, the swaying trees, and the clear blue sky above made for a picture-perfect spring day. I held her hand as we walked, enjoying the feel of her soft skin against mine.

"This is such a beautiful place," she murmured, looking around with awe in her eyes. "I've never been here before."

I closed my eyes, savoring the feeling of her trust and adoration washing over me. "And I love you," I said softly, leaning down to press a kiss against her forehead. "More than anything." It wasn't the most romantic thing to say...but it was true. And in this twisted version of our relationship, that was all that mattered.

I held her there in my arms, enjoying the warmth and softness that she brought into my life. She was everything to me...my reason for getting up every morning, even if our marriage wasn't exactly perfect. And as long as she was mine, I knew that somehow, we would find a way to make it work.

Get up, whore. He growled roughly, finally releasing her hair Go make yourself pretty again while I go cool off with a drink. And don't even think about leaving this room until I say so.

I stalk over to the bar in our living room, pouring myself a glass of whiskey that burned all the way down. Taking a long drink, I closed my eyes and tried to calm myself down. But fuck... she'd pissed me off so much today. I knew I shouldn't have let her touch anything in this place, but damn it if she didn't make everything worse by breaking that vase.

I heard her moving around in the bedroom across the hallway, trying to make herself look pretty again. It only made me angrier. I wanted to go over there and teach her a lesson she'd never forget, but for now... I needed to stay away from her. At least until I could control my temper.

Sighing heavily, I finished off my drink and poured another one before flopping down on the couch. It was going to be a long night.