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To her surprise, he tilted his chin up, looking down his nose at her in a stiff manner.
“You do not have to say it because I did.”
“I said it because I love you,” she retorted. Her chin lifted as well, eyes flashing dangerously if he dared question her feelings again. “I love you, Michael.”
Using his given name seemed to do the trick. The defensiveness dropped from his posture as he stepped forward, sweeping her up into his arms and pulling her to his lips for a kiss. Mary went eagerly, joy filling her heart. Flinging her arms around his neck, she kissed him back for all she was worth.
Rex
I love you, Michael.
Words he had never realized he wanted to hear so badly, but he had.
Their confessions notwithstanding, he still owed his wife a punishment. Jubilation had filled him, but it had not eradicated the memory of his fear or his indignation that she had put herself in such danger. That she had done so thinking it wasforhim, that he would have wanted her to risk herself in favor of Lucas, made it all the worse. Rex was determined to make her understand she came first—always—and she had better not forget it.
Moving her toward the bed, he began to pull at her clothing. His cock was already hard as steel, eager to sink into her, claim her.
Rex knew exactly how he was going to demonstrate exactly who was in charge. It was finally time to claim her fully, leaving no part of her untouched by him. That such an act often put the receiver in a very submissive frame of mind was an added benefit.
She unwound his cravat from around his neck while he undid the final buttons on her dress. Each piece of clothing that fell to the floor added to the urgency he felt pounding in his chest, throbbing through his heated blood. Once he was in nothing but his pants and boots and she in nothing at all, Rex spun her around, facing away from him.
Panting for breath, Mary leaned back against him while his hands roamed over her, caressing, squeezing, and when he reached her nipples, pinching. She shivered and moaned, shifting her weight and rubbing her thighs together to put pressure on her needy pussy. Unfortunately for her, that need was going to have to go unmet for a while.
“Up on the bed, petal, on your knees with your arms out in front of you. I want your sweet little bottom high in the air.” Giving said bottom a little slap, Rex enjoyed her tiny jump and the way she hurried to do his bidding, casting a nervous but eager glance over her shoulder. She likely thought she knew what was coming—a simple spanking followed by indulging their passion.
In general terms, she was correct, but Rex did not think she anticipated the specifics.
Naked, bowed down in supplication on his bed, with her arms stretched out before her, head against the sheets, bottom high in the air, with her thighs slightly spread to give him access to all of her most sensitive parts, Mary was in a completely submissive, completely vulnerable position. Stepping up to the side of the bed, Rex ran his hand down her supple spine to curve over her bottom. The moment he cupped her soft curves, he felt her muscles tense, though the position did not allow her to do so for long.
“Do you understand why I am going to punish you, Mary?” he asked, still caressing her beautiful bottom, then squeezing it. Not harshly but firmly, his fingers digging into her soft flesh before releasing to move on to the next spot.
“Because I knowingly made a choice that put me in danger.” Her tone was more rueful than apologetic, with a bit of an edge as if she was not entirely sure she had been in the wrong. Still, it was a start. And Rex was going to finish it.
“Correct.” Lifting his hand, Rex brought it down on her bottom with a loud slap. Gasping, Mary rocked forward, then immediately settled back into position, her bottom even higher in the air. What she did not know was this was a mere warm-up.
Considering she had put her own life at risk, more than a mere hand spanking was called for. Still, warming her bottom to a nice, even pink would help her better endure the harsher discipline. It would still hurt, as it was meant to, but it would be less arduous on prepared skin.
Mary
The spanking was not nearly as harrowing as Mary had expected, which made her nervous. Maybe he was holding back because of their exchanged declarations, but some part of her doubted the conclusion. Her skin heated under his hand, as did her passion, her body now primed to expect pleasure after the pain and often conflating the two.
When Rex stepped back, she lifted her head to see him smiling down at her bottom, pleased with his work.
“Stay in position, petal.”
A whimper escaped her lips when he brought out the supple leather strap, well-oiled and quite flexible. Catching her eye, Rex raised his eyebrow, silently asking if she was going to claim she did not deserve a more severe punishment. Pressing her lips together, Mary held back her urge to protest.
Today, she had made a stupid decision, and looking back, she knew it. Rather than thinking logically, she had been too eager to impress Rex, hoping to earn his admiration and love, not realizing she already had both. While she could not regret theimpulse, she knew her judgment had been suspect at best. It was only luck that had saved her. If Evie had not been there, Rex and the othersmighthave shown up in time… but they might not have.
She could be dead right now.
Instead, she was wonderfully, gloriously alive and ready to make amends with her husband. If he had put himself in such a position, risking his life in such a manner, she would have been furious with him.
“Three with the strap, then I’m going to claim your arse.”
Mary did not have time to absorb the meaning of his words before the strap fell. She screamed, burying her face against the soft sheets as the line of fire across her bottom burned hot and painful. Tears flooded her eyes, and a little sob rose in her throat, coming out when the strap fell for a second time, adding a second line of fire just below the first.
Wagging her bottom up and down in the air did nothing, but somehow, Mary maintained her position, clenching her fists in the sheets to keep from reaching back. Such a maneuver would only risk her hands being caught by the strap. One more, just one more…
