His Second Wife

Chapter 75

~Christopher’s POV~

I decided to head back to our home rather than drive to her place because my house was where everything had started. Where she can see the reason why no woman has ever moved me. Where she can see, behind the mask, I make people see. Why I’ve been fucking everything that moves? I made people believe it was because of my ex-wife’s betrayal, but the truth is, part of it was. I wanted to forget everything about my lifestyle by marrying her. But did I really? No, I didn’t. I was looking for that one person who would fit my lifestyle, but I couldn’t find one. My wife does, I think. Even though she is always head-to-toe with me, she might not mind.

“Is this your place?” She was the one who finally broke the silence between us.

“It is, indeed,” I said as I opened and rushed to her side to open the door for her. “Shall we?” I asked as I extended my hand to her to take it as we walked in.

“Sure.”

We walked inside holding hands. I opened the front door and led her in. She looked around as if she’d never seen the house before. “You have a lovely home, Daddy.” She complimented me, and I kissed her hand.

“Thank you.”

I led her into my master bedroom and motioned for her to take a seat on the bed. Which she did without hesitation. I went over to her and parted her legs, getting down on my knees and burying my head between her thighs. “I have something to tell you, and if this isn’t what you want, please tell me, and I will drop you off at your place. No one knows about this side of myself, but I’d like to share it with you.” She looked at me with those eyes which seemed to penetrate my very being each time they fixed their gaze on me. She gave me a friendly smile as she ran her fingers through my hair. I took it as an

encouragement to continue with my secret. “I have been trying to hide the fact that I live a particular lifestyle for as long as I can, but I don’t think I can do that much longer. I went to a club to find someone, but then I remembered someone who would be disappointed if they found out I was still picking up hookers. I didn’t want to lose a good thing for just one night with a hooker.” She pushed my hair back with her tiny hand and patted my backpack as though I were a young boy. “But when I got there, I couldn’t do it. I know if I do, I will lose her for good. She is someone I can’t afford to lose because I love her so much, and losing her means losing myself. So Camila Christopher Grayston, I Christopher Grayston. Your husband is a Dom.” I said while looking up at her. She didn’t say anything. All she did was keep brushing my hair with her tiny fingers. “I used only to do it when I was angry because it was the only way my beast could be satisfied, but now I wish I could do it every day because it is a part of who I am. I chose to hide from that lifestyle because I didn’t think anyone could match my desires and I chose to be a normal person.”

Why doesn’t she look surprised?

What followed took me completely by surprise. “I knew it. I’ve known for quite some time.” My gaze was drawn to her.

“What!”

“When I first moved into this house, I didn’t have anything to wear. So I went into your walk-in closet to get a shirt, but I saw a door. It piqued my interest, and I wanted to know what was behind that door. So as you go to work, I would go in there trying to find out if the door was a safe or something, but the day I went into your study for the first time and saw a safe, I knew that door couldn’t be a safe. One day, when I was going to drop Liam off from school, I asked him when his birthday was. I wanted to do something for him, but I asked him in such a way that he didn’t think his mother didn’t know anything about him. I was working when the thought of that secret door in your walk-in closet invaded my mind. I was so intrigued by it that I entered your walk-in closet and punched Liam’s birthday, but it didn’t work. I tried typing yours, but nothing worked. I was about to leave when I had the idea to try Liam’s birthday

backward, and it worked. When I walked in, it looked more like you. I didn’t say anything to you about it. I kept it to myself. We were not friends, and I couldn’t tell you that I knew you were living a lie.”

She knew this all this time and never told a single soul.

I stood up and began pacing back and forth, looking at her and then back at my walk-in closet. “Why didn’t you ask or say anything to me? Why did you keep it to yourself?”

“As I previously stated, we were not best friends, and even though you were my husband, I couldn’t possibly tell anyone about what I witnessed. I just assumed that when you were ready, you would tell me. But there was also the possibility that we would not accept each other, so I decided to take it to the grave.” She’s very good at pretending she doesn’t know anything.

“So, do you still wish to be my wife, knowing that one day you’ll end up in that dungeon?”

“I still slept with you and gave you a lot more chances than you deserved, didn’t I, pretty boy?” This is the property of Nô-velDrama.Org.

Oh yeah, pretty boy, we are back to first-meeting mode.

“Okay, princess. There is a way Daddy likes to ride his little toys. And today I happen to be in need of a ride. Are you willing?”

“Well, you did ride the beast as if it were a beast, so why not?” I took her hand in mine and led her to my walk-in closet. We took a position in front of the door. From where I was, I could hear her heart pounding.

“Do you really have no objections to me being a Dom?” She shook her head. “I am only a Dom in the bedroom, but when we go into the outside world, you are my equal. Nothing changes. Are you happy with that?” She gave a nod. “Words Camille.”

“Yes.” She finally spoke up.

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, Daddy.” My beast squealed with delight.

“I will not tolerate mistakes. If you make mistakes, I will punish you. I am a barbarous Camille. Do you understand what that means?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

“What exactly does it mean?”

“You are a sadist. It gives you pleasure to see others suffer. You enjoy causing pain.” My cock pecked at my pants.

“Not bad.” I praised her as I pressed my hand against her shoulder to put her at ease. “Let’s go over the rules now.” But what happened next surprised me.

“When we get inside, I will have to address you as Sir or Master,” she said, and she went on with the rules, which left me all stunned.

“Where did you learn all that?”

“You had a book inside, so I went through everything.”

“You’ve been a naughty princess. But I’ll forgive everything because it saved me from having to explain everything. Do you know how I want you to position yourself when I enter that room?”

“Sir, yes.”

“Call me Daddy.”

“Yes, daddy. To show off my kitty, I must bow my head, fix my gaze on the floor, clasp my hands behind my neck, and spread my knees.” Her choice of words made me smile. “Foot tucked beneath.” She added with a nervous smile.

“How many times have you practiced that position, princess?”

“I lost count, Daddy.”

“Safe word?” I inquired, arching my brow at her.

“Stopper.”

This is going to be a long night!