The Obsessed Husband

Chapter 2

A curse left Dylan's mouth when he saw the clock. It was after midnight. He should've left the office two hours ago, but there had been an unexpected glitch in the photo-editing software. Sorry, Ella. He was going to make it up to her. After he finalized the deal with Apple, he would surprise her with the private jet he'd bought and take her to Maui. His cock hardened when he thought about how he would make love to her in their hotel room. He was planning to give her a lot of orgasms, one for each late night he'd spent at the office. He wondered if they would even leave their hotel room.

After shutting off the lights in the office, he went outside and got into his car, selfishly thinking about rousing his wife from her slumber in order to have sex with her. He missed touching her body, those soft curves and huge tits. It'd been too long, and it was his own damn fault. But he wanted to be able to give her everything she could ever wish for, and that was why he'd been working so much. It would prove to be worth it. Soon, they would have wealth beyond their craziest fantasies and he would be able to give her the world.

A half hour later, he pulled up in front of their house. Well, mansion was a more accurate term. Their abode boasted 10 bedrooms, in addition to 8 bathrooms and a living room that was like a movie theater. Once his company had hit it big, he'd purchased the mansion, giving Ella the castle he'd promised when he'd proposed to her.

As he walked up the staircase to the room he shared with his wife, he hoped she was still awake. He wanted to have sex with her, to give her orgasms till she passed out in bliss. But unfortunately and unsurprisingly, he found her asleep on their king-size bed. She rarely stayed up past ten; she liked to get up as soon as the sun rose. In the morning, she tended to her gardens, which contained everything from red roses and white orchids to blackberries and cherry tomatoes.

Sitting beside her, he traced the angles of her face. Christ, she was beautiful. She had skin like porcelain, eyes like rich chocolate, lips like juicy cherries, and hair like black silk. The second he'd seen her, he'd known he had to have her. And whenever Dylan Giffin set a goal, you bet your ass he'd achieve it.

His cock and heart ached with his need for his wife. If he wasn't careful, he could lose her. He'd heard stories about wives having affairs with their pool boys when their husbands were too immersed in their work. He vowed he wouldn't let that happen. One week from now, he was going to finalize the deal with Apple. One week from now, he was going to take Ella to Maui and they were going to make love for hours upon hours.

He rubbed his tired eyes. Fuck, he needed to go to sleep. He'd put in 18 hours at the office today, and he'd been living on Red Bull and instant ramen for the past two days. If Ella knew of his recent dietary habits, she would scold him, then force-feed him her ginger chicken and lo mein.

With a yawn, he went into their closet to get some pajamas. He placed his hand on his dresser, ready to retrieve a t-shirt and sweats, when he noticed an unfamiliar object on top of Ella's dresser. His eyes almost popped out of their sockets. Was that a vibrator? He picked up the long pink sex toy, accidentally pressing the little button on the bottom in the process. Immediately, he felt the vibration. Quickly, he shut it off, three words going through his mind—What the fuck? An irrational jealousy cut into him. Why was Ella seeking an orgasm from this inanimate object and not her husband? Was she lonely? But if she was lonely, why didn't she tell him that? She should've known that he would drop everything if she was unhappy. Shit, did she think he was too busy for her? He couldn't exactly blame her for thinking that since he had been spending a lot of time at the office.

A determined glint in his eye appeared as he tossed the vibrator in the trash. She wasn't going to need that. Forget about waiting till next week to go to Maui—no, he was going to put her ass on the plane the next morning. And he was going to show her that the only thing she needed to make her tremble with pleasure was him.