Cuckold Dominion

Simone's eyes narrowed, her mind racing through every possible explanation. Why was he keeping things from her? What kind of business was so important that it could tear them apart for hours? The tension in the room grew thick with unspoken words.

She set down her own glass, her voice low and dangerous. "You're not just letting me in tonight, Nasir. You're letting the whole world in. Why do you always have to keep things from me?"

He met her gaze without flinching, his mind already formulating an answer that would satisfy both his pride and her need for transparency. "Because I love you, Simone. And I want everything with you—to be completely honest, completely open. But that doesn't mean I have to tell you everything right this second."

Simone's fingers drummed against the table, the sound sharp in the quiet of the room. She wanted answers—needed them to ground her in their relationship. The tension was building inside her, the need to know driving her crazy. She wanted to pull him into an embrace, to feel his warmth against her skin. But more than anything, she needed to know that he was hers and only hers.

Nasir watched her with fierce intensity, knowing that the answer he gave tonight would either cement their partnership or drive a wedge between them. He reached across the table, his fingers brushing against hers. "Tell me where you want me, baby. I'm yours, and I'll be right here."

She met his gaze with fierce intensity, her mind already racing through every possible answer. She wanted to pull him into an embrace, to feel his warmth against her skin. But more than anything, she