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I really wanted to share a little snippet from book IV because I found some space for two of my characters who are mainly background players - Jonathan and Evelyn Fowler - to deal with their marriage. They're at 30 years and it's been strained for most of that time.
They needed to make up and Evelyn needed to back down, which you know if you read
They hadn’t gone to sleep until nearly 3 am, after repeatedly expressing their love and intimacy in their king-sized bed with the thick burgundy drapes pulled closed around them. Evelyn had cried. She’d waited a long time not only to hear those words, but to feel them.
“It’s bird food and you’ll not avoid osteoporosis if you keep up that diet, especially at this age.”
Evelyn had, rather shockingly, barely argued in the last twenty hours. But her food was off limits. She was also pretty worried about crossing Jonathan. She was sore, tired, a little ashamed and yet still a little turned on.
“Jon,” her voice was intimidated, as it had been since the night before when he spanked her (and shocked the hell out of her in doing so, too!)
“Darling,” he replied.
Evelyn could see that he wasn’t backing down. His tone and posture were very confident.
“I can’t eat it.”
“You don’t know exactly what will be coming, I’ve let Chef decide,” Jon replied, in a tone which continually surprised Evelyn. “I’ve not seen you eat a proper breakfast in years.”
“We both know why that is,” Evelyn replied, quietly, as she brought her teacup to her mouth.
Jonathan raised an eyebrow.
“If you think last night and until early this morning was an isolated incident, you’re mistaken,” he stared back at her.
Evelyn swallowed and replaced her teacup in the saucer.
“If you think I’m going to - ”
“Perhaps you should just bite that tongue, darling. I wouldn’t want to embarrass you in front of the staff,” he leant forward over the formal place setting toward his wife and then pulled back to sit up straight. “Unless of course you want me to,” he raised an eyebrow.
“Jon, please. Anything but meals.”
“That’s not how submission works, my love,” he picked up the china cup.
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