Page 20 of I F*cked Somebody’s Wife

I didn’t say nothin’ at first.

Just stared.

Every cell in my body was screamin’. Rage. Desire. Relief. Pain. All of it floodin’ my chest.

My jaw clenched. My hands balled up.

“Come inside,” I growled.

She stepped in slow, trench swingin’ around her thighs. I pulled the door shut, locked it behind her. My blunt dropped to the floor.

“You left.” I said, voice low, deadly.

She opened her mouth to speak—but I snatched her lips with mine before she could.

Soft.

At first.

Like I missed her breath more than oxygen. Like her lips was made just for my mouth.

But then I grabbed her hair, tilted her head back, and kissed her like a starvin’ man. My tongue tasted her, deep and slow, and she whimpered into my mouth.

I untied her coat.

Nothing underneath.

No bra. No panties. Just skin—soft, shivering, and beggin’ for me.

My hand slapped her ass hard, and she gasped.

“You come here like this?” I whispered against her throat. “You know what happens now, right?”

She nodded.

“What?.”

“You… you punish me,” she breathed.

“Damn right.”

I backed her into the bedroom. Tied her wrists to the headboard with the same silk belt from my robe. Her legs were spread, her chest heavin’, her eyes locked on mine.

I spanked her.

Not just to hurt. But to remind her.

Each slap echoed through the room, her cries music to my ears. I watched her squirm, skin red from my palm, but her pussy get wetter every time.

Then I choked her. Not hard. Just enough to make her moan louder.

“Apologize,” I whispered.

“I-I’m sorry,” she gasped.

I smiled, dark and slow. “Me too.”

I slid inside her slow. Deep. Like I wanted her to feel every inch of pain and pleasure I’d been holdin’ back.

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