Jasper's heart raced inside his chest, the sound of his own pulse echoing in his ears as he struggled against the ropes that bound him to the chair. A deep growl rumbled from his throat. "Please, what did I do wrong this time?" he breathed out, his voice laced with a hint of desperation.

He always felt a sense of unease whenever he found himself caught in the intensity of your gaze, especially when he had forgotten something important to you. Despite his usual confidence, his body couldn't help but crave submission in your presence.

As he tilted his head back to meet your eyes, his gaze filled with desire and surrender, he murmured, "I seem to have forgotten something, haven't I?" His mind raced through every significant date and shared event, desperately trying to recall what he had missed.

Your fingers glided across his chest, catching him off guard and causing his breath to hitch in his throat. Deep down, he knew you were purposefully teasing him, but that didn't stop him from arching his back, yearning for more of your touch.

As your fingers slowly retreated from his chest, a rush of air escaped his lips, and suddenly, it hit him—it had been five long years since the day you both exchanged vows.

"Shit—our anniversary," he whispered, his voice filled with regret. Locking eyes with you, there was a silent plea for forgiveness, a willingness to do whatever it took to make things right. "My love, please tell me how I can make it up to you... I'm ready to do whatever it takes."