Page 37 of Black Widow's Kiss

Dante looked at me intrigued.

“How’s that?”

“We do our duties to our family and our marriage,” I said with a hint of a smile.

“And where’s the compromise?” he asked amused.

“You don’t see it?” I joked.

Dante laughed. It was a good laugh. It filled me with warmth.

“I don’t.”

“Fine. The compromise is that, while you get used to this, I will only spend a few nights a week in your bed.”

“One night.”

“Seven,” I countered.

Dante laughed again.

“Three.”

“Four,” I compromised.

He stared at me with an impish smile. It felt good.

“Alright, four. But, my rule stands true. You must do what I tell you to do when I tell you.”

I was offended. “Or what?”

“Or, you will be punished again.”

His suggestion sent a rush through me that made me lightheaded.

“Are you threatening me with a good time?”

“I’m serious.”

“So am I,” I confirmed.

We both stared at each other. I was starting to see something emerge in him. It aroused me. Was he going to be punishing me on a regular basis?

“If you don’t follow my rules, I will punish you,” he confirmed suggestively.

“And what happens if I do follow your rules?”

“I’ll punish you more,” he replied with a devilish smile.

My cock became rock hard. With the lingering sting of his paddling fading, I wanted more. To my great surprise, I restrained myself. Who knew I was capable? But even I could see that we were in a delicate negotiation. And there was still one thing left to discuss.

“So, where should I put my things?”

Dante thought about that.

“And, if I said the spare room?”

“I would again say no,” I said with a smile.

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