Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 75209 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 376(@200wpm)___ 301(@250wpm)___ 251(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75209 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 376(@200wpm)___ 301(@250wpm)___ 251(@300wpm)
“Teaching my wife to obey her husband.”
She stares at me, her eyes wide. “And if I don’t. . . do that?” she whispers.
“Then I will forcibly put you over my lap, pin you down, and you will not like the kind of spanking I will deliver. Now, which will it be?”
She’s bright pink when she asks in a choked voice, “What if someone hears us?”
“Then they’ll learn what happens to disobedient wives, won’t they?”
She crosses her arms and shakes her head, a last-ditch effort. “I do not think this is part of our arrangement.”
“You’re a smart girl, Vera. Brilliant, really. Didn’t you think about what would happen if you disobeyed your husband?”
“You’re not—” She clamps her mouth shut. She can’t say it out loud; if anybody hears her tonight, they’ll know she’s lying. “This is the modern day.”
“You have three more seconds before I come and fetch you.” I frown at her. “One.”
Her gaze flickers.
“Two.” I’m prepared to go get her and do exactly what I promised.
“Fine,” she says, jutting her chin out as if she’s just made a decision. “I’ll give you this, but on my terms.”
With one quick motion, she removes her top, revealing nothing but a tiny, barely-there cami. She steps out of her sweats, wearing adorable little white, almost transparent undies. Her small breasts push against the cami, and the chaste undies barely cover her ass.
Damn.
And with that, she flounces over to the bed and bends over. Now, I’m hard as a rock.
She gives me a mocking look over her shoulder. “Does this please you, husband?”
My steps are slow and deliberate as I approach her.
When I reach her, I place my hand on her lower back and can feel her tension. I bend down to her ear and whisper, “Very much. Yes, this pleases me, wife, even if you did so from a place of defiance. I’m only going to give you the smallest chastisement, wife. After all, we’re new to this. But I want you to remember what it feels like to have my belt across your ass. I want you to remember what it feels like to be humiliated and punished by your husband. Do you understand me? I want you to remember this the next time you think of disobeying me.”
“Oh my God,” she chokes out in a rush of words. “Of—of course, husband,” she says mockingly. “I hear you.”
I slap her panty-clad backside with my hand, and she squeals. A red mark instantly blooms across her butt. Christ, it’s beautiful. I lift my belt this time and slap her ass again, not too hard but not lightly. She shoots up onto her toes, clenching the duvet in her fists. Her entire face is red, the heat creeping down her neck, yet she doesn’t move. I take a moment to caress her heated ass with my palm. My dick twitches. Fuck.
“Good girl. You took that so well, wife. I’m so proud of you. Look what a strong, good woman you are.” I bend down and place the gentlest of kisses on one cheek, then the other, before I stand. “One more, and then you get to go to bed with a sore ass. A reminder of what I expect from you in the morning.”
I give her another light lick of my belt, just enough to make my point, and drop the belt. I’d bet good money she could take way, way more than what I gave her, likely even craves it, but I want to leave her wanting.
I stare at her and can’t help but imagine what it would be like to take her. To be inside her. To feel her hot, tight body around me.
I want to see her back arch when she comes. . .
I rub her sore ass with my palm.
“Good girl. You took that so well. Have you learned your lesson, Vera?”
She nods her head. “I have.”
Fuck. My dick presses against my pants so tightly it’s painful.
“Good girl. Now tell me. How do you feel after your spanking?”
She pauses, inhaling sharply, her breath ragged. Hiding her face in the covers, she doesn’t look at me but mumbles her words through the fabric. “That was the hottest thing I’ve ever experienced.”
Jesus.
Even though I expected this, hearing her actually admit it confirms everything I suspected. It’s killing me not to pin her hands to this headboard and show her exactly how a dominant male claims a woman.
Gently, I gather her hair and expose the curve of her neck. I brush it over to one shoulder and press a kiss against her bare skin, whispering into her ear. “If I were to touch you right now, would I find you wet, Vera?” My need to possess her intensifies with every breath she takes.
“Is there a submissive lurking within you, Vera? Do you ever dream of being one of the heroines from those novels you devour? To be completely overtaken?” I draw out each word, my voice a husky whisper. “Imagine surrendering control to a dominant. It’s a choice, Vera. Embrace it. Many crave this surrender.”