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Working to distract him from the darkness they’d been discussing, she teased, “Maybe you should do both? A spanking for punishment and then you could take my ass to show me who it really belongs to.”
He finally couldn’t hide a small smile as he lectured her. “Mrs. Lambert, I do believe this is the textbook definition of topping from the bottom.”
Bri sat up just far enough to give him a quick and playful kiss before asking, “Is it working?”
His laughter was like medicine. His kiss, her favorite remedy for anything wrong in her life. And his erection coming to life pressing against her stomach as they made out—that was going to be her reward.
Before she knew what was happening, Markus broke their kiss and rolled to the edge of the bed, pulling her along with him. She wasn’t really sure what he was up to until he pulled her to the corner of the room to a large comfortable-looking cushioned chair with an oversized ottoman. Under different circumstances, it looked like the kind of a chair Bri could lose herself in for a few hours, reading a good romance novel. Today, she suspected that wasn’t what Markus had in mind. He released her hand long enough to push the chair out into the middle of the bedroom before reaching back to grasp her hand again, pulling her forward.
“I thought about taking you down to the stage this morning to use some of Lukus’s punishment furniture, but I’d rather not wait. We can improvise.”
Only now did it really dawn on her what she’d been suggesting, and she panicked. After all she only had the painful episode with Jake as a frame of reference. “Maybe we should wait to do this when we get home, later.”
Markus framed her face in his hands, holding it, and her gaze, firmly in place. “I realize it’s gonna take us both some time to get used to the changes in the dynamics of our marriage, Brianna, but you seem to forget I’m your Dom now. Or was this all just a game to you?”
His question caught her off guard and Bri was suddenly lightheaded. “It’s no game, Markus.” She could hear the tremble in her voice as she softly answered.
“Sir.When we’re in the bedroom or talking about either sex or punishments, I’mSir… unless…”
The pause was long enough that she had to ask. “Unless what?”
“Unless you’re looking for a Master. We haven’t really talked about the nuances between M/s and D/s yet, and honestly, I’m too impatient this morning. That discussion can wait, but wearegoing to have it… and soon.”
Bri was relieved. They had already covered too many heavy topics this morning. She confirmed with a simple, “Yes, Sir.”
“Good girl. Now, do you trust me?”
That was an easy question. “Of course, I trust you.”
“Do you really? Because when you argue back, it seems to me like you don’t trust me to know what’s best for you. Whose decision is it to decide what we’re going to do this morning?”
Brianna’s breathing was getting labored. She’d waited for years for her husband to take charge of her, to dominate her and take what belonged to him, to protect her and hold her accountable, to punish her when she needed correction. As frightening as the idea was, she couldn’t deny the warm glow she felt as Markus asserted his authority.
“It’s your decision, Sir.”
“That’s right, it is. I’ve decided I’ve waited long enough to claim my wife’s ass. I need to replace any memory you have of what that fucker did to your body.”
Letting go of her face, Markus pulled Bri forward, quickly draping her body across the low-backed cushioned chair. It was the perfect height for her to lie across as it lifted her ass up high while still allowing her feet to stay on the ground. Her face was mashed into the seat cushions and she immediately felt open and vulnerable.
Bri was hit by a sudden panic. “Sir, please. At least let me go freshen up for you… I mean… what if...”
“I couldn’t care less, Brianna.”
“But, I haven’t showered since yesterday afternoon. I really think...”
With a series of quick slaps to her punished ass, Markus cut her off. “I saidenough. I’m going to take you exactly as you are.”
She heard Markus walking away and used the time alone to conjure up the submissive feelings she’d felt the night before—her desire to be dominated ran so deep she’d risked everything.
I need this. He isn’t going to hurt me. He loves me. He may push my limits, but Markus is never going to hurt me.
He was back too quickly. She was surprised when he grabbed her wrists and pulled her arms behind her back, leaving little support for her body, causing the urge to pee. Most of her weight was now pressing down on her bladder, which happened to be exactly where the chair was supporting her. She was going to have to fight to hold it because she knew better than to ask again to go to the bathroom.
She felt Markus attaching leather cuffs to each wrist and then linking them together, securing her arms immobile behind her back. She couldn’t see anything from her vantage point and only had her senses of hearing and touch to go by. He grasped her left ankle to cuff it to the base of the chair—making her open and immobile. As Markus attached her right ankle, desire coursed through Bri’s body as she mentally prepared to be claimed by her husband in the most primal way.
It was comforting when Markus began to massage her ass gently, taking time to admire some of the remaining welts from her previous punishments. Bri was hit with a confusing feeling of pride that she’d been able to take her punishment like a good girl.
His hand left her ass just long enough to gather up some lube, and the next sensation Bri felt was that of his finger pressing at the entrance of her most private hole. She could feel him sliding the slick lube around her anus before gently inserting one finger up to his first knuckle. A moan escaped her at the invasion, and she had to admit, so far it felt fantastic.
