“Yeah. Lollipops.”
“Say it if you want this to end.” He ran his hand over my ass in a gentle caress before another hard slap came down on my left cheek.
I hissed and struggled, but he kept me firmly in place. With one arm over my lower back to keep me still, he smacked me with the other hand, and each time his palm came down, the noise echoed through the room. The force of his hits grew and pain mixed in with the pleasure. My dick couldn’t decide whether it wanted to be excited or not, but it pressed insistently against Alton’s thigh.
“Please. I’m sorry.” I shivered when he stopped to slide his finger up my crack and over my abused hole.
“Are youreallysorry? Because I don’t think you are.” Alton’s voice rose in excitement, and I glanced over my shoulder at him and the serene smile he was giving me. He was enjoying every second of this.
“Yes?” I smiled at him. “Maybe do it a little more.”
Alton brought his hand down on my ass again. I wriggled with the impact, sizzles of pleasure and pain spiking through me. “You are one naughty husband.”
I shrugged and blew him a kiss. “Try a bit harder.”
He blinked at me with wide eyes and his laughter filled the room. “What have I done in marrying you?”
“You found someone fun?” I spread my legs. “Come on, tell me what a bad husband I am.” When his palm came down this time, his fingers slapped against my balls between my legs, and the pain amped up more than I expected. I gasped, and to my surprise, my dick got harder.
“Well, well, well, this isn’t going to work as punishment.” Alton slid his hand between my legs and touched my balls. His fingers were rough, with the right amount of pressure that had me moaning. “But I have another idea.”
One second I was on his lap, then I wasn’t. He dumped me on the bed, and I grunted in shock as he rose, his dick bouncing as he stood. Grinning, he stroked himself.
“You don’t get to come.”
“What?” I gaped at him and straightened. “That’s not fair.”
“Yes, yes it is.” He ran his hand over his pale, freckled chest and my eyes followed, unable to stop watching as he tickled his fingers over his abs. He was so fucking perfect.
“Please?” I blinked up at him. “IpromiseI won’t go through your things again. I fucking promise. I’ll do anything for you.”
“Anything?” He raised his red eyebrows and my heart hammered. I shuffled closer to the edge of the bed, my dick sore and my ass stinging from his spanking. “Fine. Come shower with me and use your mouth.” His gaze twinkled. “I’m getting too soft with you, little mouse, but I’ll let you off this time. Next time, I won’t be so nice.”
I bounced off the bed and rushed at him, and he caught me in his arms, laughing, and together we stumbled to the shower. I liked Texas, and I was definitely coming here again.
* * *
Like Alton had promised,by the time we made it back to New Gothenburg he’d invited Athena and the kids for lunch. Not only that, but he’d also given Athena an after-school job at the Divine Conglomerate, and my parents couldn’t say a thing, not when Alton was controlling their finances. I’d never seen Athena so excited.
As March came we built ourselves a routine. Alton would go to work like normal, but he had set more reasonable hours and was home by six so we could spend the night together. When he got home we would eat dinner, watch a movie, and have sex. Sometimes he would take me out on the town, but never back to that casino. I absolutely refused to go anywhere near it; he must have realized because he never asked to take me. He even apologized for it.
The days were beginning to warm up slightly and this morning was no different, although I still wore my favorite dark gray wool suit, which he’d bought me back in January.
“You’re up early,” Alton said in greeting as he came down the left side of the split staircase, dressed in a fancy black suit with a blue tie. He made his way over to me and we kissed gently.
“I have to visit the school today, remember?” I slid my hand down his face, and he grabbed my wrist, pressing his mouth to my pulse point, right above the diamond tennis bracelet I refused to take off.
“Right. I’ll be there later in the day. I already warned them it would only be you in the morning.”
I pouted. “Can’t you take off and come with me for the entire day?” I leaned up, and he gave me another kiss. It was hard not to relish the taste of his lips. It was crazy hownormalour marriage was right now.
“No.” His laughter was deep and filled the entranceway. “But I will be there later. I promise.”
“Fine.” I glanced through the archway that led into the living room off to our right at the painting on an easel I had covered with a sheet. I considered giving my gift to him now but decided to tug him into the kitchen instead. He came like a good husband, and I grabbed the paper bag I’d left on the island counter, passing it to him. “I made you lunch.”
“You made me....” He stared at the bag.
Behind me, Tucker laughed from where he stood chopping carrots. His curls were a mess, spilling out of the short ponytail he’d forced them into, and he peeked out from under them.
