Chapter 23 - Revelations

KEVIN

I stand in the doorway of our bedroom. My heart pounds as a barefooted Evie sifts through her closet in nothing but her little black panties. Lamplight glows golden all over her body. She turns slightly and I see one side of her face. She’s painted her makeup on already. And done her long, honey-blonde hair. The way he likes it. The way it cascades around her bare shoulders in luxurious waves. She frowns as she searches for what to wear for Richmond.

I reach down and adjust the steel chastity belt in my pants.

She turns her back to me again and my eyes lower. But not to where my gaze usually goes. Not to the plump roundness of her butt in gossamer-thin panties – that sight that always further torments this frustration. Instead, my eyes linger a little higher. To where lately, I can’t stop looking. The intricate three-inch wide black swirls that form the widest point of a flowing ‘coat of arms’ symbol on Evie’s slender lower back. The only visible part of her first-ever tattoo. The unseen remainder of it is in the back of her panties.

My wife: ‘Branded’ forever for Richmond.

Pre-cum oozes from me. And yet the sight of her ‘markings’ still makes me feel sick too.

A subtle and small, pale pink Traders’s logo is incorporated into the design, but you’d probably have to know what you were looking for before you’d spot it. Or at least that’s what Richmond told us when he gave us the drawing for it.

And that’s what I’m hoping.

I move closer to her and smell the back of her fruit-scented hair. I try to see again whether the other color on the tattoo is at all visible through these panties. I run my hands over her cheeks and then the warmer indents of her narrow waist. I glance down toward her jutting behind again.

“Kev, I’m trying to pick something out,” she sighs.

“I know,” I say into her hair, and I ease the waistband of her panties away from the small of her back. My breathing labors. I peer down at the V-shaped insignia that tapers into the split between her buttocks. Toward the tiny red heart that rests almost out of sight there in the heated valley between her cheeks. A heart that bears the initials of Richmond’s name.

I must have been out of my mind to encourage this.

But my cock surges against the steel bars and I lift Evie’s hair from the nape of her neck and kiss her there.

“Kev, please,” she sighs again and sounds exasperated.

“Sorry,” I mumble and step back from her.

Wearing a chastity belt while he has free access to her always scrambles my thinking. Torrents of frustration and wild over-excitement. But seeing Evie parade around with his ‘badge’ and his name as permanent parts of her bare skin now, is a whole other level. And next time she lets me cum, I honestly don’t know how big of a ‘crash’ to expect afterward about what we’ve done.

“What do you think of this one?” She twists around a little and holds a copper-colored dress up to me on a hanger. It’s not one of her most skin-tight outfits, but I know it’s short and always brings out the color of her cocoa-brown eyes.

I nod and smile, but then can’t help lowering my gaze away from her dress and concerned eyes.

Braless - as she’s been advised by the piercer to remain for a while - the little polished titanium barbells that now spear her nipples glimmer under the soft bedroom lights.

My breath catches in my throat and my cock leaks.

“How are these feeling?” I reach around the dress and oh so gently, touch a breast with my fingertips. The piercings are further testament either to our insanity, or to my wife’s devotion to this man.

Again, I feel that crazed rush of ‘pride’ mixed with anxiety and shame. She’s been dying to show him - the piercings and the tattoo. And somewhere inside me, I know that what we’ve done to my wife should horrify me.

But my heart beats so fast and my squashed cock throbs.

“Yeah, they’re not as tender as they were,” she says and slips the dress from the hanger.

I’m already imagining her in it and Richmond’s eyes crawling all over her again. Inspecting the self-mutilation he asked of her.

I stand back to watch her pull the low-cut dress on, but my stomach twists with a terrible broth. Dark, heavy shame and guilt, but light and heady jealous arousal. It all gnaws at me like some ravenous beast.

“I wish I could wear something tighter,” she mumbles as she inspects herself in the mirror. She smooths down any wrinkles in the fabric.

“You still have to be careful with your boobs,” I say with my face burning and I make another mental note to remind Richmond of the same, once he gets my wife’s clothes off her later.

“Do you think he’ll still like them now, though?” she asks and looks down at the front of her dress and the exposed top of her cleavage. There are no tell-tale signs of the barbells under her outfit.

“Of course he will,” I say and half laugh, “He’s the one who wanted them pierced.”

The spoken reminder makes my groin throb again. As does her concern about Richmond’s reaction.

But somewhere more muted inside, this is tearing me apart too.

Evie squeezes her little feet with their freshly painted toenails into chocolate-colored high heels, and then my breath catches again as I admire my stunning wife.

The honeyed hair that tumbles around her shoulders and frames her beautiful face. The slim but still curvy figure in an outfit that she’ll doubtless shed faster for a single snap of his fingers than it took her to pick from her wardrobe. And when she’s discarded every layer for him, he’ll revel in those same smooth curves and contours that I long for. But that I haven’t enjoyed in days.

I ease my chastity belt away from my groin again as much as I can. This constant reminder of my submission to him. The same as Evie’s new body modifications will be with every passing day. But the steel cage feels heavier tonight, tighter against my chafed skin, almost as if mocking my need and my frustration.

She’s my wife, but she’s his…his what? Girlfriend? Or employee - the same as I am?

Or is Evie merely Richmond’s whore.

“Are you nearly ready to leave, Kev?” she chooses sparkling drop earrings from her jewelry box and returns to the mirror to fix them in place.

Later, as Evie and I step hand in hand onto the polished, dark marble flooring of the sleek lobby at Barrowgate Mews, my heart races. It’s like a frantic drumbeat echoing in my chest. And the blood rushes in my ears.

“Have a nice evening,” the uniformed receptionist calls out from behind his desk across the lobby and he eyes Evie. He knows exactly where we’re headed again. And probably even why we’re going up to the penthouse and Richmond.

My stomach clenches.

The elevator interior with its scent of vanilla and smoked glass walls is as luxurious as the lobby itself. And as it smoothly climbs toward the top floor and Evie inspects her reflection some more, I admire her figure again and savor the sexual frustration. The swells of her breasts and backside, her shapely legs in the heels. And I feel those overwhelming senses of longing and denial. That urgent need to be physical with her again, and an equally strong emotional one too. To know that she’s still mine.

“You do love me, right?” my voice cracks in the middle of the question. But despite my arousal and excitement, the permanence of what she’s done to her body for him continues to nag at me.

“Kev, how can you even ask that?” she tuts and kisses me on the lips, “You know I do.” But then she’s back to checking her appearance again. “You sure this dress looks okay?” she asks me a third or fourth time, and her voice sounds slightly strained too.

Even in my own growing anxiety as the elevator rises, I can’t help but feel a pang of sympathy for her. I wonder whether the combination of her uncertainty about his reaction to the changes in her body, combined with her wearing slightly less provocative clothes than usual for him is all making her feel vulnerable.

“You look as beautiful as ever,” I reply, but as the elevator slows at his floor, an unsettling thought strikes me.

Nearly always, before we meet him, she makes me promise to do whatever he wants - like a ritual that sets the stage for the night ahead. But tonight? There’s been none of that.

Maybe she’s too consumed with those other concerns of hers, to even think about my role tonight.

We reach the grand, pale blue door of Richmond’s apartment and I press his bell, then smile at Evie.

The door swings open, but it’s not Richmond.

“Good evening, Kevin. Evie,” the slender blonde from Walden’s party at the golf club curtsies and then lowers her sparkling green eyes. She stands back to invite us inside.

Evie’s face darkens but we step into the opulent space.

“May I take your jacket, Kevin?” She asks, and ‘Sandra’- that was her name. She’s dressed similarly to how she was the last time we met. A high-necked, white, semi-sheer blouse. But tonight’s black pencil skirt is shorter. It accentuates much more of her toned legs. Her pretty cheeks are flushed exactly the same way though.

“Sir is in the living room,” Sandra says and takes my jacket from me.

He’s got her call calling him ‘Sir’.

“Please follow me,” she curtsies again.

Evie shoots me a vexed look with a tight face. But what I suspect is jealousy at the presence of another female only quells my fear and excites me all the more.

The plush surroundings and expansive hallway with its minimalist decoration and elegant artwork on the high walls intimidate me all over again. Just like every time we come here. But this whole building is a testament to the wealth of Richmond Coyle. And even though Evie and I could never aspire to possess any part of this ‘other world’, at least with Richmond, I guess we can be a part of it.

How many employees in the huge headquarters where I work would give their right arm to be able to say the same?

We pass the glossy kitchen on our right where Sandra’s partner -Rene - scrubs at a worktop. He’s dressed in pressed black pants and a crisp white shirt but he doesn’t look up from his task.

What’s Richmond’s endgame for that couple? The same as with me and Evie?

But didn’t Walden say Rene is already in chastity?

Sandra pauses outside the living room door as if composing herself and then she knocks.

“Yep. Come in,” Richmond calls.

She opens the door for us and curtsies again as we pass on our way in to Richmond.

I’ve seen this room too before but it’s impossible not to be struck by the grandeur of the space. Lavishly furnished (courtesy of Bella Pascal’s designs) with plush purple velvet sofas and tasteful art strategically spaced on the walls.

“How’s my special girl?” he turns from a high, white marble fireplace and strides towards us with both arms open wide. He’s in a business suit with his collar and tie loosened.

Behind us, Sandra quietly closes the door as she leaves.

“How come she’s here again?” Evie puckers her glossed lips and frowns at Richmond. Evie’s pink cheeks and throat suggest that she knows she shouldn’t complain to him, but she just can’t help herself.

“You look bewitching,” he says, voice dripping with appreciation as he reaches my wife. He ignores her question and kisses each side of her face. Then he holds Evie at arm’s length and lets his dark eyes - eyes so dark they’re almost black - sweep up and down her. From her head to her high heels. An electric charge seems to ripple in the air. “As soon as I see you,” he murmurs and shakes his head. But then he eases away from my wife and holds out a hand to shake mine.

“As soon as you see me what?” Evie giggles from behind him.

“You know very well ‘what’,” he says but then she’s right up behind him, pawing at his shoulders and around his waist even as he and I shake hands.

“No I don’t,” Evie says again and Richmond turns back to her. In one swift movement, he sweeps her up off her feet and she squeals. He cradles her in his arms and the high heel slips from her swinging left leg.

“As soon as I see you,” he kisses her forehead and continues to cradle her, “I need to have you. Kevin; ask Sandra and Rene to join the three of us in my bedroom, will you?”

“Wait. What?” Evie gapes at him wide-eyed as she’s taken from the room.

What the hell has he got planned?

I stumble from Richmond’s room back into the spacious hallway. Peer to the right, in the direction of his bedroom - where the door is closed. And then left, toward his kitchen.

Surely he’s not planning to do it with Evie and that Sandra girl at the same time? In front of Rene and me?

Or try to get Evie and Sandra to….

No. They wouldn’t do it together. Sandra seems real shy.

The weight of the moment is crushing. But the weight of my chastity belt calls me to action. To do Richmond’s bidding. I head for the kitchen where I assume the other couple most likely are. Apprehension and excitement grapple with one another again inside me.

What if he just wants to shame me in front of the other pair? Cuckold me in front of them?

The potential exposure (although Sandra and Rene have seen Evie in action before and so know exactly what I am), sends heat flooding to my cheeks.

In the kitchen area, Sandra wipes down the long chrome handle of one of Richmond’s fridge doors, her slender fingers moving deftly as she works. Rene crouches nearby, scrubbing away with a small brush at a mark on the marble tiles.

At first, they don’t see me but I see his gaze momentarily shift upward from his cleaning task to Sandra’s supple legs in her short pencil skirt. That unmistakable hungry look that betrays the same frustrated desire that I know all too well. For a moment that recognition hits me hard and I just stare.

“Oh, Kevin,” Sandra says and straightens her back.

“Richmond wants you and Rene to come to his bedroom,” I say and clear my throat.

She looks down at her partner with wide green eyes and he rises to his feet.

“I don’t know what he has in mind,” I shrug and smile, to try and make light of what I sense is a tense reaction from them.

They let me lead them down his hallway toward his bedroom and even though I run some small talk through my head, none of us speaks. There’s too much anxiety in my head as well, about what Richmond might want to put me through in front of these people.

And about what, in this fucking desperate condition, I might be prepared to do.

But my cock dribbles pre-cum in my pants.

“You ready for this?” I speak when we reach his bedroom door to try to relax them and we pause.

They glance at one another again and they’re both breathing heavily and are as flushed as I feel.

“It’ll be fine,” I say with more assurance than I feel. “If he hasn’t primed you about doing anything in here then he probably just wants you to watch him in action with my wife. He likes an audience,” I feel my dick throb in its cage and I knock on his door.

“Come in,” Richmond murmurs flatly from inside.

I take a deep breath and ease the door open.

Evie stands alone but already naked in her heels on the white rug alongside his empty king-sized bed. Her loose dress lays crumpled on the floor at her feet.

King-sized bed for a King. The phrase pops into my head.

My breath catches in my throat and behind me, I think it’s Sandra who draws in a sharp breath.

Richmond lounges in the armchair opposite his bed with his legs crossed. He smiles at us with his broad chin high then returns his gaze to my wife. 

“What do you think of this young lady’s body, Sandra?” He purrs and peers beyond me, “Isn’t she a beauty.”

“Yes Richmond,” Sandra mumbles and when I glance back, her eyes are lowered. Rene’s are too and his cheeks still flushed.

“Only I do happen to know, that you’ve seen her bare before,” the smile slides from Richmond’s face and he gets to his feet, “Albeit without the recent embellishments I asked for.” He runs a hand over Evie’s large breasts, one at a time, lingering a moment on the second of the jeweled barbells.

Evie winces a little, like it hurt.

“Yes,” Richmond sighs and continues to play with my wife’s nipple, “I heard my little Evie performed for one Mr. Walden Barrett. Without me being asked, and without even the courtesy of advance notification. And no one thought to tell me afterward.”

“Oh,” Sandra murmurs behind me.

“Yes, ‘Oh’,” Richmond lets his hand fall lower, to Evie’s abdomen and he turns her around.

My eyes descend to the emblem at the base of her spine, above her round buttocks.

“And she performed with the persona non grata - Rachel Barlow,” he says.

He loaned Sandra and Rene out to Barrett that night, but who told him about the rest of it?

“I take a very dim view of deceit, don’t I, Evie?” The fingers of Richmond’s left hand lift Evie’s chin an inch or so. “Private ‘work’ behind my back. His right hand slaps across Evie’s behind.

Her bare tits shudder and the ‘crack’ jolts both my high-heeled wife and Sandra.

“I didn’t deceive,” Evie pouts, “I was just helping a friend..”

“Shh,” he presses an index finger to her plump lips. “And I expect you were so keen to show me your pretty little tattoo and these new piercings tonight, weren’t you?”

Evie nods, her throat and behind reddened.

“Well, I’m not wholly blaming you and Kevin,” Richmond turns his attention to me. “I’ll have words with Mr. Barrett at our upcoming strategy meeting. You two step out from behind Kevin now please,” he gestures with his head, and the couple move out alongside me to my right. “Kevin; close the door properly will you?”

Trembling I do as he asks.

“That is not why you two were loaned out to Walden,” he says to the couple, “So that you could be extras while one of my top girls serviced Walden’s dubious friends. Is it?”

“No Sir,” Rene and Sandra echo one another and shake their heads.

“Now come over her and see how this young lady expresses her devotion. Even as she’s prepared to deceive me.”

“Richmond, I didn’t..” Evie protests but her ass is slapped hard again and she gasps.

“Richmond, it was my…,” I try to take the blame but Richmond raises a hand and silences me.

I redden.

Then I stand and watch Richmond give Rene and his pretty partner a detailed, guided tour of my wife’s nude body.

Evie is instructed to explain the inking and piercing procedures along with the required aftercare like wearing loose clothes whenever possible.

Richmond rotates her to show them her behind again and he invites them to examine and even feel the ‘Traders’ logo and his initial between the top of her cheeks.

It’s degrading for me and Evie of course, but my heart pounds and my dick crushes frantically into the steel bars.

“When will the next adornment take place?” Richmond’s nostrils flare and glances over at me for the first time in what feels an age.

“Another fortnight Richmond,” I say breathlessly, but can’t help wondering again whether, if I’d never been introduced to chastity, every request for Evie’s body mods would have been refused right at the outset.

“Tell Sandra and Rene what the next marking will involve, Kevin.”

“Another tattoo,” I clear my throat.

“Where?” Richmond smiles.

“On her lower stomach,” I mumble and flush yet again.

“Where?” Richmond repeats, more loudly this time.

Evie holds her hands together in front of herself and looks down.

“Just above, just above her hands,” I say.

“Below here,” Richmond lifts Evie’s arms by her wrists and holds them up, then he touches two inches or so below her belly button.

Evie quivers.

“Right above her sweet spot,” he smiles, “The shaven haven.”

I side-eye the other couple and they’re both gaping.

“So where exactly is this Kevin?” Richmond smirks and eases two fingertips right into my wife.

Oh, fuck. “Her pussy, Richmond.”

“That’s right, Kevin. Your wife’s vagina.” His fingers push in deeper.

Evie closes her eyes and lets out a gentle moan.

“And what precisely will your second piece of artwork say, young lady?” Richmond’s fingers sink up to their caressing knuckles.

“Uhh, Richmond,” Evie gasps and her boobs quiver, skewered nipples hardened. “Property of Richmond.”

“Well, ‘RC’, ‘Property of RC’,” Richmond says, still leaning in on my wife as he fingers her but he addresses the other three of us, “Initials again, rather my full name above the opening of her vagina. For a little discretion. In the absence of pubic hair. And we’re using the same classy font as on the actual Traders’ logo, and as on her rear end. What do we call that font again Evie?”

“Brush Script M7,” Evie and I both say at the same time. But we’ve had to communicate the name more than once to the tattoo artist over the last few weeks. And the way it’s been used on Evie means it’s unlikely we’ll ever forget it.

“That’s right,” Richmond withdraws his glistening fingers and turns Evie around again. He showcases her tramp stamp to the couple, “It’s a casual, cursive script font that mimics the look of handwriting with a brush, don’t you think? Brush Script fonts are more commonly used for informal or decorative purposes, such as invitations, greeting cards, and other materials where a personal touch is desired. And in this case the ‘material’ is a rather exquisite body,” he runs his fingers through Evie’s honey-blonde hair and she’s quivering in her high heels – covered in goosebumps. “Now Evie, I’d like you to mount the end of my bed onto your knees with your behind in the air toward us. And once there, spread your buttocks.”

Holy crap.

Without a word, Evie climbs onto Richmond’s huge fur-covered bed.

“Head right down, bottom in the air please,” he gestures.

Close to me, Sandra trembles more than I do. Rene is crimson-faced.

“I’d like you to lubricate her for me Kevin,” Richmond indicates the bed with his head and then undoes the belt on his pants.

“What?” I croak without even meaning to say a word.

“Lick her anus,” he gestures again and his cock is out.

I daren’t look at them right now, but I’m certain that Sandra and Rene will both be awed too by Richmond’s thick erection.

“Come on Kevin,” Richmond gesticulates and works his tool through his fist, “I’m anxious to partake.”

I don’t care who’s watching. I pass him and approach Evie. But I lean over and into her upturned butt so that I don’t have to try and get down on my knees in front of everyone. And anyway, I doubt I could reach her butt from the floor. Subspace drowns me though and I help Evie’s hands and spread fingers. I ease her smooth, cool fleshy cheeks further apart, twist my head a little, and push my nose and mouth right in under his initials.

Frantically, I lick her wrinkled, hot little hole for Richmond. My cock fit to burst.

“That’s it,” he says from somewhere behind me.

I lick her again there and kiss her, conscious of the noise and scent but I try to do what he wants and to lubricate her for his entry. For her sake as much as his. But my mouth and throat are so dry and it’s not easy to do.

Evie murmurs into the bed and my cock aches in its cage. I try to almost spit a little too without making what I’m doing too obvious but I really can’t create much saliva.

“OK,” Richmond pulls at my shirt, “Slip your shoes off, and then let’s have you up on the bed too,” he says.

“Me?” I peer back at him stroking his erection and look up into his handsome but arrogant face. “On the bed?”

“The far side of your wife,” he nods, “I want you to hold her steady, push her towards me if you will. So that the rocking of the bed doesn’t impair our balance.”

Beyond him, Sandra and Rene gaze on, as if stunned.

“Push on her shoulders,” Richmond orders, and with his trousers around his ankles, he shuffles closer to my wife, dick in hand.

I kick off my left and then right shoe like he said and then carefully, so as not to ruffle the furs strewn over the bed, I climb onto it too, beyond the head and shoulders of my naked, prostrate wife.

The side of her head is pressed down into the fur. She doesn’t look up at me. But as I move closer to her head, I can smell the zesty fragrance of her freshly washed, blonde hair.

“This couple plays an integral part in my adult club enterprise,” Richmond says over his shoulder to our viewers and on the far side of my wife he bends at the knee. He plants a hand on the small of Evie’s back, partly obscuring her tattoo there as directs the gleaming, bulbous head of his mighty shaft to her tiniest, lubricated opening.

I hold and press the tops of her shoulders for Richmond, my restrained cock throbbing and contorting between my legs.

“Ahhhh,” Evie gasps and her whole body pushes at me. Her head rises from the bed, her warm breath in my face, but her brown eyes bulging and fixed way beyond me on the wall above his headboard.

“And their roles will expand,” Richmond inches further into my wife. “As well as her mentorship and training roles with our other females. Evie here will be entertaining VIP clients in their hotel rooms, won’t you young lady?”

“Uhh, yes Richmond,” her fingers claw at the fur as Richmond eases further into her ass.

We haven’t agreed the hotel element between us yet.

“Mmm, that’s good,” he purrs and must have several inches up her now, “And we have plans for Kevin too. Beyond his current recruitment remit with other couples.”

You do?

“Ahh,” Evie gasps in my face and her eyes widen further like she saw something terrifying.

“Are you OK babe?” I reach for the underside of her face, to check her expression.

Evie nods and bites her bottom lip as Richmond grips her hips and picks up a steadier pace.

I lower my eyes so I don’t have to look at her ‘suffering’. Even though a part of me longs to. I just hold onto her shoulders again as the bed rocks us both and as Evie’s breathing deepens.

“I love this brand on the small of your back,” Richmond purrs, “I love what you’ve done for me so far.”

Evie moans under him.

“This is what devotion and submission look like Sandra, Rene,” he says without looking back.

Evie’s arousal begins to build. That way I've seen it do within seconds every time Richmond starts on her.

The ass fucking is faster now and steady, Maybe right up herm but how can I tell? He doesn’t lean over her, he stands erect at her rear, holding onto her buttocks and letting Evie do the work, letting my eager wife thrust back as the chief orchestrator of her own sodomizing. And then Evie’s head twists a little more on the fur and her right shoulder dips.

She’s touching herself too.

She cums in seconds. Crying out and sobbing but gripped tight as Richmond now thrusts at her asshole.

I lower my eyes from the noise of her orgasm but soon hear him too, grunting and then stabbing almost violently into her as he ejaculates.

Oh, fuck Evie.

I chance another upward glance just as Richmond separates from my wife. He sits down on the bed with a deep exhalation and a laugh.“And now an example of husbandly devotion,” he says to his other audience, “Come Kevin. Clean me.”

Evie rolls away from me and onto her side, breathing hard and her hand still between her legs.

“You’ll need to do me and your wife,” he says to me.

Later, with my shame complete and stinking and tasting of their sex, Richmond sits dressed again on the armchair and invites me to sit on the bed alongside my wife. This time as a ‘viewer, not participant’. Evie is still naked and still on her side. Her blonde hair is messy and tangled.

“Rene has been in chastity training for a little while now too,” he says and for several seconds I suspect the other man is about to be offered my wife in front of his own.

Rene and Sandra have barely moved from the position he summoned them into before he showed them around Evie’s body.

“Here,” Richmond reaches deep into the pocket of his pants and tosses something at the other couple.

Something small and silvery lands and sparkles on the floor near Sandra’s flat shoes.

A key. Chastity belt key.

“You must have seen the hunger in your husband’s eyes the whole time you’ve been working here Sandra,” he chuckles at the couple, “I know I have. Well, you may unlock him briefly now for an orgasm.”

“Richmond…,” the man stammers, “I couldn’t,” he glances at my nude wife, “I mean, I wouldn’t…” 

“I’m sure Kevin would love my permission to enjoy his wife’s body right now, wouldn’t you Kevin?”

I nod at him and then gaze back at my wife’s used nudity - still slightly writhing on his big bed.

“So I want you to enjoy your own,” he tells Rene.

His own?

“But if you don’t feel capable of full sex in front of an audience yet, then Sandra, perhaps you could simply masturbate your husband for us. He mustn’t be tempted to push you for sex when I’m not around. Without my authority.”

The couple swap glances. But then Rene’s eyes flit to my wife, before descending to his own shapely partner and her pert bosom in the semi-sheer blouse.

“Kevin, why don’t you hang your wife’s dress up for her in one of my wardrobes?”

“You still haven’t finished with me, on here?” Evie purrs at him and her bare left foot caresses her right. She gazes across at him.

Some subdued part of me imagines demanding to be ‘set free’ too, but a stronger, darker part of me wants nothing of the sort.

I do what Richmond says. I slide open a silent, swishing door of his wardrobe and after a couple of fumbled, shaky attempts, hang her dress alongside countless suits in the fragrant space.

There’s a groan somewhere behind me.

Sandra holds Rene close as he cums into a fistful of tissues in her hand.

Already?

“OK, Sandra take Rene to a bathroom and help him clean up,” Richmond says, “Then let’s have him back under lock and key again. And Kevin, if your wife Evie and I could get some privacy for a little while then I’ll explain the expanded role I have in mind for you in the business. Sandra and Rene can no doubt use your help and keep you occupied with some chores while you wait for me to finish with Evie.”

Author's Notes

How do you think Evie's new proof of her devotion to Richmond might shape her relationship with him going forward? And what 'expanded role' do you imagine Richmond has in mind for her husband Kevin?

Share your thoughts in the comments below.

Next week we're at the Traders' strategy meeting with Walden, Richmond and the other bulls, where Mr. Barrett might be in for a shock or two...

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