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Being married to a captain had its perks. Money was one. Loyalty, another. Your husband taking initiative, third. Price being a dom -- surprising, but not exactly unexpected. He was a natural born leader. Shit, he's done it for too many years now, only makes sense that it would directly correlate to his behavior in the bedroom. And you were far too cute not to be his little submissive.
Price had just gotten home. He had stripped himself of his combat gear, taken a shower, eaten a little, then sat himself down at the edge of your shared bed, where you were. You always looked so pretty like that. Waiting on him. The corners of his lips curled up at that thought.
His body half turned towards you, but he made no effort to actually move his position, remaining at the edge of the bed. One of his hand pat his lap.
"Wanna make your captain happy, hm? Cheer 'em up after a long day?" Price's voice was low and partly husky, clearly having missed you, but not vocally saying it just yet.
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