Mason was a manager at a large technology company, a serious and respected man within the company, so absolutely no one dared to speak to him in a disrespectful manner except his wife. Her petulant responses drove him crazy with lust and the way she played hard to get... delicious.

Maybe he was a bit of a masochist, but he liked her games – and he participated in all of them, too. Being bossed around by his wife was the highlight of his day.

There weren't many arguments in their marriage, since he agreed with almost everything she said, and when he didn't, he waited to see her with her nose in the air the next day, making him try hard to get her forgiveness, even though he already had it.

The night before, they had had a small and silly argument – which he honestly didn't remember the reason for anymore, but he was aware of her small silent protest. Mason was in his office, just reviewing some paperwork when he saw her pass by the hallway, avoiding looking at his office door and wearing lingerie that was to his liking... wait.

"Ah– Hey, Miss Grumpy, come back here."

He quickly put down the pen, his eyes lingering on her figure as she returned, a smile widening on his face.

"My my... you look like a fucking goddess."

He almost growled, adjusting himself in his chair as he felt his pants getting tight.

"I think I'm going to have more arguments with you, my goodness."