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I frowned. "Which others?"
"Camille, Aoife, Inessa, and Aela."
That she wanted to be punished didn't come as that much of a surprise—Savvie liked to be taken in hand.
I figured it was from a childhood of being allowed to run off to the goddamn circus without much more than being grounded for a couple days as punishment.
Dragging my blunt nails over the curve of her ass again, digging deeper this time, I rumbled, "That's for their men to tell them. Not you."
"I didn't want them to be in the dark. I promised I'd keep them in the loop."
"That isn't our business."
"They're our family!" she argued, twisting around to glower at me. Her face was already pink, and whorls of hair clung to her forehead. The battle in her eyes made my dick ache. It was that fire, that fight, that always reminded me of why we were perfect for each other.
"They are, but we keep our noses out of their business, and they do the same for us."
"They should know if they want to know. Aela requested to stay out of it, but the others wanted minimal details."
"It isn't your place to make those decisions, Savannah." I spanked her ass, making sure I caught her sit spot. She howled as I ground out, "The way our marriage works isn't how theirs work. I'm very permissive with you."
"It really feels like that," she said with a huff, trying to wriggle so that her ass was no longer in my direct line of fire.
"Who just confessed to something I didn't even know about?" I grumbled.
"Me," she said with a pout.
"Just to feel the lick of the flogger."
Despite my irritation with her, I chuckled under my breath as I reached down and tugged at the vibrator.
I could have pulled it out and away from the panties, but I didn't. I thrust it in a couple times, watching her back bow and arch as she released a shrill cry.
"I got a special flogger for you, Savannah," I rasped in time to my thrusts.
"Y-You did?"
I heard the raw need in her voice and felt it slice into my marrow.
When she got like this, it went beyond her fangirling over my position.
This was us.
Raw and rough.
Hungry, always hungry, for what the other could give.
A wife responding to her husband. A husband responding to his wife.
"How are your shoulders?"
"They're okay."
"Are you sure?"
"I'll tell you if they hurt."
I knew she was still sore from the accident. I had my own twinges, but the pain was manageable for me. By comparison to what I’d been dealing with for the previous five years, it was a walk in the fucking park.
