Page 25 of Taken By the Soldier
I’m fucking furious.
My grip on Judith tightens to the point that she winces. I take a deep breath and force myself to release her. I don’t want to cause her any lasting harm.
But she does have a punishment coming and that can’t be helped.
I don’t mind her sharing her opinions with me in a respectful manner—even if I do happen to disagree with her—but as I’ve told her time and time again, I won’t tolerate foul language.
Her gaze heats with anger. “I will never think of this place as home,” she says. “And I will never come to see you as my husband. You might as well let me the fuck go, because I will spend every day for the rest of our lives fighting you. And mark my words—Iwillescape. One day I will manage it, and there won’t be a fucking thing you can do about it.” Her voice shakes and tears glimmer in her eyes.
I pull her to her feet and guide her upstairs. Once we’re in our bedroom, I turn her to face me and I and lean down, putting my face level with hers.
“I think you’re angrier with yourself right now than you are with me, princess,” I say. “I think you’re having difficulty reconciling how safe you feel here. I think you know deep down thatthis—living in this settlement as my wife—is the better option. But you’re a natural fighter and you won’t give up so easily. I respect the fire in you, I even respect your stubbornness. But it’s just us right now. There is no one here from your old life. No one here who would judge you for surrendering to me. No one who would begrudge you finding some measure of happiness in a world that’s gone to hell.”
I grasp her upper arms again, but only because she’s gone pale as a sheet, and I fear she might become unsteady.
She’s mourning the loss of her old life and I know it’s not easy.
I’m currently doing the same.
Gradually, the anger fades from her eyes. She gulps hard and stares at my chest, looking as though she’s miles away from here. She’s remembering the past, I know it. She’s thinking of all she’s lost. The life she’ll never get back.
“Are you going to punish me for cursing again?” she asks, raising her eyes to mine. Her blue gaze brims with worry and she blinks fast, as though she’s trying to keep herself from crying.
“Yes, princess, I am going to punish you.”
Her breath hitches. “With a belt? Are-are you going to whip me?” Her entire body shakes, and I steel myself to remain firm with her. I cannot allow her to keep testing me, and if she ever wants to be permitted outside this house, she’ll have to learn to behave as a model wife.
I reach up to cup her breast, then draw a finger over the outline of her nipple. My touch is possessive, and it’s intentional. It’s meant to make her shudder, meant to make her quiver with anticipation. Part of her fears the punishment she has coming, but another part of her, a part she is trying desperately to tamp down, is excited by the prospect of being taken in hand by her husband.
“Do you want the belt?” I ask, still tracing her nipple through the fabric of her shirt. “Do you want me to give you a sound whipping?”
She whimpers, and the sound is indicative of more than fear. I can hear a definite note of desire in that whimper that makes my cock go rock-hard in an instant.
“No-no,” she says in a breathless tone. “Please. I’m sorry. I was angry and that’s why I cursed—I wanted to make you angry too. Which I’ll admit was a really stupid thing to do. You don’t have to punish me. Maybe we can just forget about this? Please?”
I lean close and take a huge inhale of her hair, and she shivers as she stands in place. I let my hand fall from her breast and unfasten her jeans. “I cannot allow your defiance to go unpunished, young lady. But if you’re a very, very good little girl and obey all my instructions, I will only use my hand to spank you.”
“Instructions?” A wary look enters her eyes.
I step back, no longer touching her. “Yes, my instructions.” I clear my throat and nod at her jeans. “Pull your pants down to your knees.”
Her eyes widen, but she’s quick to obey. With trembling hands, she pushes the jeans down to her knees, then she stands awkwardly before me, fidgeting in place as she awaits my next command.
I circle her a few times and can feel the nervousness radiating off her. It makes my cock fucking hard. For a moment, I consider ordering her to her knees so she might take me in her mouth. But I draw in a deep breath and refocus on the punishment she’s earned.
“Good girl,” I say as I come to stand in front of her. “Now, pull your panties down to your knees as well.”
Her lower lip quivers, but she does as I ask. Once she finishes pulling her panties down as commanded, she straightens and meets my gaze with an expectant look. My eyes drop to her center, to the sweetness between her thighs.
“Part your legs as wide as you can,” I say, still staring at her pussy. Her nether lips are bare and so smooth that I suspect she’s had permanent hair removal. But I can’t complain. I like the look of her completely bare. It means she can’t hide anything from me. As soon as she’s even slightly wet, I’ll see the glimmer of her arousal.
She moves her thighs apart, and I resume walking around her in circles. I know it makes her nervous, and maybe it makes me a bastard, but I want her to feel nervous now. I want her to anticipate and dread her impending spanking, and I plan to draw this punishment out and make it a lesson she won’t soon forget.
Finally, I stop in front of her and reach between her thighs. Her knees shake and for a moment, I think she might collapse, but she soon straightens and holds still as I explore the growing wetness in her core. I drag a finger along the seam of her pussy lips, feeling her moisture and spreading it over her clit. A whimper leaves her, and I suspect it’s a struggle for her to remain upright.
“Such a naughty little wife you are,” I say, “for using such foul language, and while you were speaking to your husband, no less.” I swirl my finger over her clit, circling the engorged nub, enjoying the sounds of her distress. Her whimpers and moans are an aphrodisiac like no other.
“Please,” she whispers. “Please have mercy.” She gives up trying to stand on her own and places her hands on my shoulders to steady herself. “I-I am sorry I was naughty.” Her center juts forward and she presses her sex harder against my hand.
