Page 56 of Obsession

“I want to be punished for being such a little brat.” I exhale the words. All thoughts are exiting my brain, too focused on the present moment, of what awaits me.

Adrian grins. “Good girl.”

Heat blossoms in my stomach at his praise. Somewhere in the last month, I’ve become an addict for it. I never thought I’d crave someone’s touch the way I do Adrian’s. And I definitely never thought I’dwantto be punished. But then again, Adrian’s punishments always come with a reward.

Adrian wastes no time as his hand comes around the back of my neck, fisting my hair and holding me in place. I suck in a breath. His face is a mere inch from mine. I can smell his cologne, a mixture of sandalwood and citrus blended with the faded scent of the cigar.

“The first time I spanked you, I took it easy on you, didn’t I?”

“Yes,” I breathe.

“I’m not going to be gentle tonight, princess.”

It’s on the tip of my tongue to tell him not to be gentle with me, but the second I open my mouth, his crashes against mine in a bruising kiss. One hand holds me in place while the other snakes around my waist to pull me into him until I can feel hiserection pressing against my stomach. My arms wrap around him, wanting this closeness.

And then he breaks the kiss, spinning me around and pushing me until I’m bent over the back of the couch. My dress makes for easy access, allowing Adrian to flip up the skirt and expose the white lace panties I’m wearing.

“Fuck,” he growls. “You’ve been teasing me all day with this dress,wife.” The way he says wife so possessively sends a tingle of excitement down my spine. Fingers grip around my panties and he tugs back. I gasp as the material tears beneath his fingertips and he tosses the scrap of lace to the side.

“Reach forward, hold on to the cushion,” Adrian orders, and my hands move, reaching to grab the edge of the cushion. “Good girl,” he purrs as he rubs a palm over my now exposed flesh. “I’m going to enjoy teaching you this lesson, princess.”

For a moment, I don’t feel him, as his hands leave my body. But then I hear the clink of his belt buckle being undone and the swish of the leather being pulled from his pants. Fuck. I know from the last time he used his belt how badly that hurt.

“Wait-” I push against the cushions to stand, but Adrian is quicker, as his palm finds my back and pushes me down.

“Stay in place,” he orders.

I gulp. I can’t see what he’s doing, but the threat of the belt terrifies me and simultaneously has my clit throbbing with need.

Slowly, he drags the leather over the curve of my ass. A shiver rolls over me at the gentle feeling, knowing in a few moments that it will be replaced with nothing but pain.

“Please,” I whimper.

“What do you think the lesson is here, Madi?” His voice is low and sensual.

“I-I- don’t know!”

“Arguing is beneath you, pretty girl.” For emphasis, he pulls his hand back, and when it comes down, the leather strikesagainst my flesh. I yelp, my reaction to jump up, but Adrian’s palm is there, pushing me back down as I shake from the feeling of that first strike.

“Next time, you wait for me. Right?”

“Right!” I nod in agreement. “Please, just fuck me!” I shout, trying to wiggle my hips away from the belt.

“Fucking is a reward, princess. You have to earn it first.”

The belt pulls back and strikes again, and then again. I scream and whine with each one, but it doesn’t stop my husband. He keeps going until there’re tears leaking from my eyes and the only word I’m saying is a desperatepleaseon repeat.

“Did you learn your lesson?” Adrian asks me, his palm soothing the reddened flesh.

“Yes!”

“Mhm.” He leans in, swiping the hair from my face and kissing me with tenderness. “Yeah, baby girl? I’m not sure I heard you say you’re sorry, though. Maybe a few more?”

“No!” I shout. “I’m so sorry. I learned my lesson. I’ll never fight again. Next time, I’ll get you.”

I can feel Adrian smile against my neck. “Good girl,” he whispers, and the praise sends a zap of pleasure between my legs. “Should I kiss it better now?”

“Please,” I mewl.

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