Married To A Powerful Domineering Billionaire

ERIC’s POV

“Come sit with me, wife,” I told her, abruptly stopping her from taking the seat opposite from the model. Then, with her eyes pinned to the ground, she walked up to me and tried sitting on the chair beside me, but I stopped her yet again.

“Not there, wife, on my lap,” I said, patting my thighs. I expected her to give me the innocent look with silently pleading eyes, but she didn’t. She simply nodded and sat on my lap. It was surprising that she did, but that surprise was soon replaced by something else that got awakened immediately after she sat on me. I felt her weight on me, stiff, like a statue. She was nervous. The dishes were soon rolled into the dining room and distributed on the table. All done, the maids turned around in a file to leave but I stopped them.

“Remain there.” I had always preferred to eat alone with no one standing in front of me, and they were my servants, they knew that, so, it was a surprise to them that I wanted them to just stand there when they clearly had no use. I’ve always liked to serve my own meal, I was going to serve my wife as she was now a part of me. And, the model said she was going to serve herself, so they clearly had nothing else to do. But, it was part of my plan to punish the little woman for keeping me waiting. If only I knew that I’d be punishing myself greatly as well.

I dished a variety of meals onto her plate. “Do you want me to feed you?” I asked and as expected, she gave me the refusal. I let her eat while I concentrated on trying to get myself together. Her weight was pressing down on my thighs and the pressure of it was only felt by my little man.

RAYNE’S POV

Sitting on him, I could feel something poking me from underneath and I froze. I could guess what that was and it made me so uncomfortable. I didn’t know how best to react especially with all these people standing in a file in front of us. I knew I was the center of attention already and at the moment, I couldn’t afford to draw any more attention my way. But I was uncomfortable, and it didn’t help that the thing poking me kept growing bigger underneath me. My cheeks were already starting to turn hot and every knot in the pit of my stomach tightened. I tried getting up, but strong arms held my waist firmly in place. I bit my lip trying so hard to control my face which was rapidly turning red and I glanced in Elaina’s direction and saw her get up from her seat.

“Excuse me.” She said and walked up the stairs.

“Leave.” Eric’s stern voice came from behind, jolting me. And I watched as the maids matched in their file out of the dining room. Then Eric loosened his grip on my waist and like a puppy that had been waiting to be let loose, I jumped off him.

A waltz tone erupted in the room and Eric took out his phone from his pants pocket.

“Cancel all of it.” He said into the phone with the usual stern tone he had used on the maids early, then he dropped the call and turned to me. “Why are you running away from me, wife, have you never seen a dick before?” He asked shamelessly and I couldn’t help but blush. I heard his light flattery chuckle and it made me feel ashamed the more.

“Come, sit here.” He beckoned me , tapping on the chair next to him. As soon as I sat down, he pulled my seat close to his, then he pierced a fork into the plate of spiced chicken steak.

“Ah, open up.”

“I can feed myself,” I muttered and heard him sigh.

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“Open your mouth or I’d kiss you.”

As soon as I said that, she parted her lips at once and I couldn’t help but grin at her.

“Good wife,” I muttered as I fed her and watched as her cheeks reddened. I continued to feed her and went ahead to wipe a stain from the side of her lips, stealing the opportunity to watch her blushing face. I liked the way she reacted to my touch. As I continued to feed her, my phone rang again and I couldn’t help the anger that grew inside me. I dropped the fork and picked up my phone from the table. I frowned when I looked at the caller Id, didn’t I just tell Jude to cancel all my appointments?

“What is it, Jude?” My eyes narrowed to the plate of Steak and salad on the desk when I heard that all too familiar voice. What was he doing in my office and that too, with my secretary’s phone?

“I’ll be there in thirty minutes,” I said and got up from my seat. I looked into Rayne’s eyes and noticed the worried look in them. I sighed. It wasn’t any of my intention to have my wife worrying already in the first week of our marriage. I bent to her level and placed a gentle kiss on her forehead. When I pulled away, the worry in her eyes had dissipated and was replaced by something else, a more pleasing look.

“I’ll be back, wife,” I said and winked at her before hurrying away.

Once outside, I boarded one of my SUVs and my chauffeur drove with great urgency down to my company.

My phone rang for the third time, but I didn’t pick it up. I looked out of the car, furious at how my honeymoon was going. Just after I got married, all of my life problems decided to awaken right at the moment.

RAYNE’S POV

I didn’t know why he left in such a hurry, but I felt it had something to do with me and whatever it was that had happened the previous day.