Page 413 of The Christmas Wife

She nods.

"You like it when I touch you?"

She nods again.

"You like it when I fuck you?"

She frowns. "You know, I do."

"Good, because from now on, you need to earn all three."

"Excuse me?"

"You heard me."

I slip my booted foot up the valley of her thighs, and when I press into her core, she gasps, "Eddie."

I begin to rub on her clit, stroke up and down her slit, again and again. When I withdraw, the tip of my boot glistens.

"So wet. Can’t wait to feel my cock inside your weeping cunt, hmm?"

She swallows, then presses her lips together. My wife likes to defy me. How sweet. It gives me more to work with. It inspires me to show her how it can be when she finally surrenders to me. Oh, I don’t want to break her. I merely want her to put her trust in me. I want her to hand her body over to me willingly, secure in the knowledge that I’ll always know what she wants. I’ll always treat her like the queen she is. I’ll always ensure she’s taken care of. That she never lacks for anything. That she’s always pleasured and secure, that she has the power. One word from her, and I’d stop this.

"If you want me to stop, say so."

She blinks.

"You can always leave."

"And you’d go to the BDSM club?"

I glance away, then back at her. "You were right. I said it because I wanted to get a rise out of you. I would never touch anyone but you, Belle. You should know that. You are my wife. My. Wife."

Her lips part, and her chin trembles. "Do you mean it?"

"The only lie I’ve ever told in my life, was to you, and it didn’t feel good. I’ll never tell anything but the truth, from now on. But I also need time."

"Okay," she whispers.

"Okay." I widen my stance to accommodate my throbbing arousal. "If you want to leave, now would be a good time."

"And you won’t go to the BDSM club?"

"I won’t."

"But if I stay, you won’t let me come?"

"Not until you earn it."

"What do I have to do to earn it?"

"Stay and find out."

She nods slowly. "Okay."

Thank fuck.I release the breath I was holding. If she’d refused, would I have let her leave? Probably not. Good thing she’ll never find out.

I lower the zipper on my pants, reach inside my boxers, and take out my cock.

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