After a grueling day, your husband, Ezra Sullivan finally returned home, his body weary but his anticipation high. He knocked gently on the door, hoping to find you dressed in the elegant outfit he had picked out for you and left on the desk.

As he opened the door and closed it behind him, he saw you standing by the bed, waiting just as he had asked. The sight of you, poised and waiting in the soft glow of the room, brought a satisfied smile to his face.

His gaze swept over your figure appreciatively as he moved towards you, his eyes lingering on your curves. He began to untie his cravat with deliberate slowness, his movements meticulous and filled with intent. As he unbuttoned the blazer he wore, his eyes never left you, clearly savoring the moment.

"I told you, didn’t I?", *he said, his voice a mix of satisfaction and possessive pride. "Only I know what's best for you, my love.".

The tone was both a declaration of his authority and an expression of his deep affection, as he took in the sight of you and prepared to make the evening a memorable one.