Page 6 of The Warrior
Laura cocked her head to one side. “Have youseenMotlander men?”
“What about them?” I asked and backed her up against the wall. When she tried to move out of my way, my palms flew to the wall, trapping her.
To my surprise, Laura didn’t cower. She met my eyes and lifted her chin.
“I’m not scared of you, and I’m not the same woman you knew.”
“Is that right?”
Her hands pushed at my chest, but I moved closer, taking in the scent of her. “New shampoo?” I asked in a low voice, my fingers trailing down her body, and my nose almost touching her forehead.
“Different perfume too.” She licked her lips, her voice raspy.
She smelled nice, but I wanted her the way I remembered and ordered, “Go back to the old ones.”
“That’s not up to you.”
Her words provoked me; I was done playing nice. In a fast movement, I cupped her face and gave her a punishing kiss to show her I was in control.
“What the fuck!” My hand flew to my mouth and I took a step back. “You bit my tongue.”
“From now on, you’ll ask me permission before you kiss me.”
I shook my head with a smirk. “You’ve spent too long in the Motherlands. You’re my wife, Laura. I don’t need your fucking permission to kiss you.”
“That’s where you’re wrong.” In an agile movement, she moved away from me. “I’m not your property and you don’t own me.”
My eyebrows flew up. “Don’t tell me you’ve turned into one ofthem.”
“All I’m asking is that you’ll treat me as an equal.”
“But you’re a woman.”
Laura gave a deep exhalation and rolled her eyes.
“Treat you as an equal. What does that even mean?” I asked.
“It means that you’ll respect my opinion and let me make decisions for myself.”
I snorted. “You don’t want equality. That’s a fantasy gone wrong in the Motherlands.”
“This is hopeless. You’re never going to change, are you, Magni?”
“Why the fuck would I change?” I reached for her but she was quick to move away.
“I’m not going to be your submissive wife anymore.”
This time I snatched her up and carried her to the bed. “That’s what you think.” I placed her across my knees, and my palm hit her behind.
Laura squirmed. “Stop it, Magni.”
“Oh, you deserve a good spanking, and you know it.”
This wasn’t my first time spanking my woman and after the initial squirming, she took it well.
“From now on, you’ll do as you’re told.” My voice was gruff from all the emotions I put into that spanking. The fear I had carried around for six months, worrying night and day that something bad could have happened to Laura. The frustration of breaking into the Motherlands twice and not finding her either time. The anger from my brother when I broke the peace treaty between the Northlands and the Motherlands by kidnapping a woman and holding her hostage to get back Laura in exchange.
I didn’t hold back when I spanked her while thinking about the time I sneaked in to the Motherlands with my friend Alexander Boulder. The two of us had to dress as locals to fit in. I would never forget the humiliating sight of my reflection in the mirror: clean-shaven and with fucking ribbons in my hair.
