Page 82 of The Unplanned Wedding

She cries out, and the sound goes to my head. Or maybe that’s the touch of my wife’s curved arse under my palm. I fit my fingers into the perfect red print left by my hand on her butt cheek. "Fuck, you’re so bloody sexy."

She gasps in reply, then clenches her arse cheeks, no doubt, bracing for the next blow. "Relax," I rub at the reddened skin, and she groans. The needy sound turns my cock into an instrument made of stone. My thigh muscles harden. I draw in a breath to calm myself. This was inevitable, being unable to hold back. My wanting to push her to the edge. My inflicting pain on her and enjoying every moment of it. But first, I need to make sure she’s okay.

"Do you want me to stop?"

She instantly shakes her head, and the breath I wasn't aware I was holding rushes out.Thank fuck.

"I’m going to spank you for sassing me, and it’s for your own good."

"How can it be for my own good?" She pouts at me over her shoulder.So fucking cute.I’m mesmerized by her lips, still swollen from my kiss. Howher eyes widen as I raise my hand. "Face forward, baby; I don’t want you to hurt yourself."

"But it’s fine if you hurt me?"

"Only I have the right to hurt you; no one else, not even you. You’re my property. My plaything.”

She draws in a sharp breath.

“You’re my fuck-toy. My whore. My slut.”

She swallows.

“You’re mine, baby—only mine—you feel me?”

Her entire body shudders, then she nods.

“Good, now face forward.”

As soon as she does, I growl. "Count with me.” I bring my palm down on her other arse cheek, then the first, then alternate between the two in rapid succession. She huffs but counts with me until I reach ten. I stop, then massage the tops of her thighs where the skin bears my mark.

She groans again. "Knox, please."

"Tell me how you feel, baby?"

"I—" She swallows. "I feel really aroused, if you want to know the truth."

"Good." I slip my fingers under her panties and brush up against her slit. She shudders. "Fuck baby, you’re soaking." I scoop up some of the moisture and bring it to my mouth and suck on it. Sweet and tart with a taste of cherries. "Jesus, I could get used to your taste." I hear myself speak, and cold logic fills my head.

Continue along this path, and you’ll want to make her your submissive. Keep touching her, and spanking her, and turning her on while you indulge your kinks, and you’ll never be rid of her. But do I want to be?I understand this means becoming vulnerable to her. But not even that is enough to stop me from needing her. From wanting to bring her to climax over and over again. From wanting to worship every inch of her body and bury myself inside her. Maybe then, I’ll find some solace from the scenes from my past haunting me? I pull her dress down her legs, then maneuver her body back into the seat.

She winces, and I allow myself a small smile.

"It’s not funny; it hurts when I sit down."

"But it’s a good hurt, right?"

She purses her lips, then reluctantly nods.

"It’s turning you on even more, isn’t it?"

She shoots me a look from under her heavy eyelids. "Doesn’t mean I have to like it."

"Doesn’t mean you don’t need it."

Her lips twitch. "You’re a master at turning my words against me, aren’t you?"

"I’m your master, baby. Period."

She blinks slowly. "Which makes me your…"

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