Kaden

Kayla led a quiet life. She didn't work outside the home, didn't have to chase bills or worry about money. Kaden wouldn't let her. He insisted on providing for everything: the house, the food, the water, the electricity. From the beginning of their relationship, he had made it clear that he wanted to be the responsible one, the provider, the man of the house.

And Kayla accepted. Not out of laziness, but because she knew it was his way of loving: caring, protecting, making sure nothing was missing.

That afternoon, as Kaden wrapped up another exhausting day at work, she was at home, as usual. Now she was washing the rest of the dishes left over from lunch. Absently, she felt the warm water between her fingers.

The clock was almost ticking for Kaden to arrive. Kayla liked to be ready for him. But before she could finish, she suddenly felt two strong arms wrap around her waist.

“You smell good…” he murmured, his voice husky in her ear.

One of his hands slid down to squeeze her butt, affectionately.