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He dipped his head low and kissed me softly before looking in my eyes. ‘Those sheets are going to need washing in the morning anyway. Because I am nowhere near finished with you tonight.’

I swallowed. ‘More punishment?’

He dusted his knuckles across my cheek. ‘No, Alana. There’s no punishment in my bed. Only pleasure.’

I shivered at his words and then his hand travelled to my ass. He grabbed it possessively. It was still burning from my spanking but the pain had turned into a pleasant throb now. ‘Who does this sexy ass belong to, princess?’

‘You,’ I breathed.

‘That’s right. Just like your hot pussy does. And I am going to use them both whenever and wherever I want to.’

ALANA

I woke the following morning to find Alejandro gone and the sun streaming through the windows. Last night, I’d taken a long soak in the tub after my spanking, and when my skin was as wrinkled as a prune, and I’d finally got out, Alejandro was walking into the bedroom with a bag full of food.

He’d bought us burgers from my favorite burger joint and we’d eaten them in bed watching a movie. It had almost felt like we were a normal couple, if only for a few hours.

Once the film had finished, he’d turned off the TV and then he’d fucked me over and over again for hours. I lost count of the number of times he’d made me come, but he had more than made up for leaving me hanging in the kitchen earlier that night.

After such an eventful night, I’d been completely exhausted and had slept like the dead. I hadn’t even felt Alejandro getting out of bed. He always got up early and left for work, but I couldn’t help feeling disappointed as I realized he had left without even saying goodbye. I wouldn’t have minded if he’d woken me.

I shook my head. I was being silly. That wasn’t what our relationship was about.

I stretched my arms above my head. Every part of my body was pleasantly aching. It seemed my husband was a machine when it came to sex and I was loving this new side to our relationship.

It was a beautiful sunny day and I headed outside to the patio. I usually enjoyed a coffee in the garden in the mornings. Stepping out of the huge French doors, I was surprised to see Alejandro sitting there reading a newspaper. There was a pot of fresh coffee, a jug of orange juice and some fresh pastries on the table in front of him.

‘Good morning,’ I said with a smile as I sat down opposite him. ‘It’s not like you to join me for breakfast.’

He looked up from his paper and smiled at me. ‘Buenos Dias, princesa. I’ll be joining you for more than just breakfast. I’ve taken the day off.’

‘Oh? Any particular reason?’ I flashed an eyebrow at him.

He folded his newspaper and placed it on the table before picking up the juice and pouring each of us a glass. ‘Nothing in particular. I haven’t had a day off for weeks, and I figured I deserved one.’

‘Hmm, I’m sure you do. By the way, what does quiero comerte el coño mean?’ I asked. He’d said it in the den before my spanking, and the way he’d said it made me think it was something filthy.

He laughed softly and my heart started to pound in my chest at the sound. He had an incredible laugh but I didn’t hear it very often. Then he looked into my eyes and grinned wickedly. ‘It means, I want to eat your pussy.’

‘Oh,’ I blushed, as I picked up a croissant and took a bite.

He stared at me for a few seconds as I chewed the warm, buttery pastry.

‘Ven aquí,’ he ordered, his voice both commanding and as smooth as chocolate.

‘I don’t know what that means either,’ I whispered.

‘It means, come here.’

My pussy clenched in response and without even thinking about it, I stood up and walked around the table to him. As soon as I was within touching distance, he reached for my hand and pulled me onto his lap.

‘This is a beautiful dress, princess,’ he said as he slid his hand between my thighs. I groaned at the feel of his rough fingertips on my skin and I heard him chuckle softly.

‘Open,’ he growled and my body obeyed him without hesitation. He edged his hand up further before his fingers brushed the fabric of my underwear.

‘Do we have to go over the panty rule again, Alana?’ he whispered against my ear as he pulled the fabric to one side. His fingers slid easily through my wet folds to my clit and I sucked in a deep breath.

‘In my defense, I didn’t know you were home.’

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