Page 33 of Boss Me Around

I lift my hand to knock on the gate, but it opens before my knuckles make contact, revealing Starling in her princess dress.

Instantly, I’m hard, the memories of all the things we did the last time she wore that dress rushing back.

Not that they had far to go to be at the front of my mind…

I’ve been replaying every moment of our time in bed together all day, fighting the urge to jerk off in the name of saving myself for my naughty little wife.

“Hello, good husband,” she says, sounding breathless and looking so convincingly guilty that I know tonight is going to be another damned good time. Maybe even better than last night since we won’t have the added weight and gravity of it being her first time. “I’m so glad you’re home. I’ve missed you.”

“And I’ve missed you, wife.” I try to move into the yard only for her to press a hand to my chest.

“Wait, I…” She swallows and casts a quick glance over her shoulder before running a hand over her mussed hair. “There was a bad smell in the house. I burnt the bread. We should give it a moment to air out before we go in for supper.”

I narrow my gaze on hers. “You burnt the bread? Or have you had a visitor while I was away? A visitor you don’t want me to see as he runs out our window?”

She gulps and flutters her lashes. “No, husband. Of course, not!”

I intensify my glare. “That’s not what the rest of the village said on my way here. They said you’d taken a lover behind my back.”

She shakes her head harder. “No! I would never betray you. Never.”

I loop my arm around her waist, pulling her slowly against me as I ask, “So if I were to strip you naked right now, wife, and smell your sweet flesh, I wouldn’t catch the scent of another man on your skin?” I dip my head, dragging my lips over her cheek, down her jaw to her neck. “Do you think I’m a fool, woman?” I whisper by her ear. “I can smell him on you now. You’re a liar and you’re about to be taught a lesson about what happens to filthy little whores.”

She pulls back, her hands braced on my chest and her breath coming faster as she whispers, “I’m not a whore. I didn’t take anything from the man. I did it for pleasure, not money.”

“So, you’re a slut then?” I ask, backing her across the grass and shutting the gate behind us.

She nods slowly, a grin twitching at her lips. “I am, husband. I’m a filthy little slut. I know I am because I already want more cock.” Her lashes drop seductively. “But this time, I want yours.”

“I won’t be gentle with you, wife,” I warn, gripping her ass hard through her skirts. I drag her against where I’m about to rip a hole in the khaki pants I wore with the Ren Faire costume this time. “I intend to remind you who you belong to.”

She nods, her breasts rising and falling above her corset, making me understand the phrase “heaving bosoms” for the first time. “Yes, husband. It’s the only way I’ll learn to be faithful. You must punish me with pleasure and make me come on your fat cock again and again.”

Before I make a conscious decision to grab her, I’ve tossed my naughty little wife over my shoulder and am moving quickly toward the shed. I’m not sure what I expect to find there, but it isn’t an inviting space with a pillow-covered bed, a wingback chair and footstool, and a table set with snacks and a bottle of champagne. There’s also what looks like a yoga and exercise area near the washer and utility sink in the far corner, but it’s mostly hidden behind an old fireplace screen, and the setting is still way more authentic than I imagined it would be.

And that footstool is exactly what I need.

I set Starling back on her feet just long enough to perch on the stool, then drag her across my thighs. She lets out a surprised bleat, followed by a gasp as I begin to lift her skirts. “Husband, no, don’t spank me. I’m not a child.”

“No, you’re my wife, my property, and I’ll do as I see fit with your sweet ass,” I say, brows shooting up as I uncover her bottom to find it bare. “Where are your underthings, wife?”

“I gave them to my lover,” she whispers, a tremble in her voice, I hope is due to excitement not any worry that I’ll actually hurt her. “I wanted him to have something to remember me by.”

“I’ll give you something to remember me by, slut,” I counter, adding beneath my breath. “If you want to stop at any time just stay Kyle is a dumb turkey, okay?”

“I don’t ever want to stop, and I have no idea who Kyle is,” she responds without missing a beat. “My lover’s name was James, and he was lovely. His cock filled me so perfectly, I’ll never forget it.”

“Vicious woman,” I say, smoothing my hand over her bare ass, sending another shiver through her body. “You rip my heart out with your words. Punishing you will truly be a pleasure.”

I bring my hand down on her right butt cheek and then the left in quick succession, summoning a sharp cry from her lips. “That’s right, woman. Take your punishment. It’s what you deserve, to have your little ass reddened by your husband.”

I spank her several more times—not enough to cause any real pain, just enough to draw the blood to the surface—then slide my fingers between her thighs, unable to fight back a smile when I feel how wet she already is.

“Dirty little girl,” I say, stroking two fingers into her pussy, making her moan. “You like being turned over my knee.”

“I do, husband,” she says, squirming against my hand. “I like it when you tell me what a dirty girl I am and spank my bottom.”

“Then let’s see how you like this,” I say, withdrawing my fingers as I order her to, “Spread your legs. Wide. Wider, wife, I want to see your shameless cunt.” She obeys, a turned-on sound escaping her lips as I use that “c” word she likes so much. Then I deliver a single sharp smack to her pussy, being sure to strike her clit while I’m at it, and her moan becomes a cry of raw desire so intense I lose time for a moment.

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