Page 59 of Unleashed

What will happen if I push him?

I’m on the cusp of begging, on the cusp of asking, when a sharp knock sounds at the door.

“Unless someone’s about to bomb our house or die, get the fuck out of here,” he bellows. Footsteps run away.

“Rafail,” I plead. “You should be nicer. Really.”

He stills beneath me. Uh-oh. Now I’ve done it. My heartbeat races, and my pussy throbs in need.

“Nicer?” he says in a dark whisper. “You want me to be nicer, do you?” Shaking his head, he reaches for my pussy and gives me one—just one—tiny, little press of his tongue. I move my hips closer to him, but he pulls his mouth away. “You’re a naughty little girl, Anissa. You think you can tell me what to do?”

Fuck.

“I’m sorry,” I begin, even as I know it’s too little too late. I can’t ever forget that while I might be Belle, trapped in a home with a monster, my husband is still the beast who willneverfully transform back into a man. And he loves it when I give him an opportunity to punish me.

“You want me to be nicer,” he says, almost thoughtfully. Warningly. He buries his face in my pussy as if savoring the musky scent of my arousal before he pushes me aside.

Nooo.

“Rafail,”I beg. “Please, please, please, don’t do it.” I hardly know what I’m begging for.

“Do what?” he asks, his eyes as dark as coal, his erection hard as steel between us. “Teach my wife to obey me?”

Without jostling my cast, he somehow miraculously manages to place me face down on the bed, not on my knees but propped up on pillows. What is hedoing?

“Come here,” he says, sliding down the edge of the bed and bringing me with him. He drags me down beneath him, his hand fisted in my hair. “You really want to push me, don’t you? You were the one who decided to tell me what to do.”

I open my mouth to beg him—to plead with him to let me come and I’ll behave—when the little vixen who loves being dominated by her growly beast of a husband comes squeaking out of my mouth. I’m shaking.

“You’re not the boss of me.”

What?

His stillness is terrifying. I went too far. I said too much. I shouldn’t push him like this, not when I know?—

His punishing palm meets my ass with a force that makes my skin ignite and my clitthrob.

Oh god.

Another sharp smack of his palm on the exact same spot makes me beg for mercy. “Ow! Oh god, please! I’ll be good!” I beg, even as my pussy clenches, half begging for more.

“You’re damn right you’ll be good,” he grates in my ear. “We have a lot of work to do today. You know that. Maybe a good reminder of who you belong to is in order.” Holding me against the bed, his flank pressed up against mine, I feel him fumbling in the drawer beside me. “You’re practically begging for me to punish you, to teach you a lesson.”

Oh no. I know the shit he keeps in that drawer, all the instruments of torture he likes to surprise me with. My mouth is open in a silent gasp when he takes something out I can’t see, but a second later, wetness trickles down my ass.

“Rafail!”

His only response is to spread lubricant down between my cheeks.

“I can’t do this.” I breathe, my heart pounding so hard I’m a little faint. “Wait! I’ve never done this before.”

“You can,” he says with certainty. “And you will. You don’t tell your husband no, little swan, not when he’s punishing you. Do you need a reminder of what happens when you misbehave?” Leaning in, he bites my shoulder. I scream and push, but I can’t get away. Heat thrums in my veins, my body taut, arousal licking at every sensitive part of me with such intensity I can’t breathe.

“Thank you.”

I gasp. “For… what?”

“I’m going to enjoy everysecondof making you behave.”

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