<em>"When did you plan of telling be about this toy?"</em><br/><br/>The misstep was written all over her face. Jacinda was caught in the act. Her husband's voice stopping her mid whip. The sound and adrenaline from the<em>lashing</em>must have averted her senses from hearing the bedroom door rumbling opened. Her lips pursed as she turned her head to catch a glimpse of her husband. Her eyes aflame as her greed gripped her. These were<em>her</em>playthings. No one could have them unless<em>she</em>released them. Yet, Drey was not just anyone. He was a compliment to her. She knew that there were no other forces of nature that compared. The demon gave her almost everything she asked for. Perhaps she was too spoiled now. Because she didn't want to share.<br/><br/>She only had to narrow her eye at Oseron, to make him stay put. Briar had no choice in the matter, being bound face down on the bed. And although they had their own separate indulgences, as Jacinda actually beheld her husband with her full attention, she became angered. She took her time walking toward him. The end of the spiked whip firmly in hand. Bloodied and dragging on the floor near her feet.<em>'Naked...already?'</em>She didn't have to say it. The look on her face expressed it quite clear. Her jealousy really did peak. But not so much as she made it seem. It was more so a defense and deflect maneuver, so the issue of Briar would take a backseat. "It doesn't matter. It looks like you had plenty of fun<em>yourself</em>. But by the smell of it... the water nymph was not present. So who<em>was</em>she?!" She stood there with a hand on her protruded hip. Her scrutiny falling on Drey's bloodied cock.