The next evening, Sophia called me into the living room after dinner. She was wearing a simple black silk robe that barely reached her thighs. No underwear underneath — I could tell by the way it moved when she walked. She sat on the couch with her legs crossed, looking calm and completely in control.
“Sit,” she said, pointing to the floor in front of her.
I hesitated for half a second, then lowered myself to my knees between her legs. My heart was already racing.
Sophia smiled softly and ran her fingers through my hair. “Good boy. We need to talk about what happened last night… and what’s going to happen from now on.”
She let the silence stretch for a moment, her nails lightly scratching my scalp.
“I’m your wife, Alex. I love you. But in this house, in our bed, and whenever I say so…
