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“Nuh uh.” She shook her head, turning to the side to keep him from my grasp. “The little nugget is sleeping and letting me snuggle. You can have him when he wakes up, wails, and attempts to beat my boobs into submission.”
I held in my snort. She had no clue about Micah’s and my lifestyle. No way would she understand or approve either.
The baby had been crying right before Dad had led me onto the beach but had thankfully quieted when Liz had shoved said boob in his face—I’d found out later. I’d just been thankful for the peace as Micah and I had exchanged our vows.
To love, honor, and cherish…we’d done away with the whole obey thing. No one but the two of us needed to know about our dynamic in the bedroom—and the new playroom Micah had begun putting together in the guest room adjacent to ours. He’d had Blake’s company come in and cut a door in between the two rooms, making use of our master bathroom and bed for aftercare more convenient.
He’d also brought up the idea of visiting Chantelle’s, a club for all things kink. Since the GIFs and old porn I’d seen when studying the lifestyle had turned me on, I’d agreed. Besides, he had a membership going to waste.
I’d added a date night at the club to my bucket list in the bedside table without his knowing, and I couldn’t wait for him to see it.
“So how are we going to celebrate?” Micah whispered against my ear after finally escaping his little brother.
“Flogger,” I tossed out and sipped my wine without looking at him.
He didn’t speak, and I glanced over to find him staring at me with that heated gaze that did funny things to my insides.
“I love it when you look at me like that,” I whispered.
His eyes darkened. “How’s that?”
Our conversation sounded too familiar, and I smiled, toying with the top button of his white linen shirt. “Like you want to tie me to the four posters of our bed and lay stripes along my back.”
Micah legit growled under his breath. “You can’t say shit like that when we’re in public.”
I patted his chest and winked. “Think about whatever Sean was just filling your ears with. I’m sure it’ll help keep your dick deflated for a while longer.”
“Little lamb…” Micah warned, and I snickered, sashaying away.
He loved it when I got sassy—especially since he now could punish me in ways that brought serious pleasure that drained us both.
I expected the flogger to be similar to a spanking.
I’d never been more wrong.
Thin leather straps—lots of them—licked at my skin two hours later after Micah had stripped me of my wedding dress and tied me to our bed like I’d suggested. The flogger stung but with more heat than jolting pain.
Warmth spread over my back and thighs, and I sank into the feel, seeing each lash as an extension of my Sir’s loving hands. Arousal had already slickened between my thighs before we’d begun the scene, and my need only intensified with every strike.
My brain buzzed, my nerve endings alive and full of static. Even though haziness crept into the corners of my mind, I felt as though I walked the edge of combustion. My breaths weren’t quickened but deep and calm. Thoughts quieted into numbness.
Hands caressed over my spine…my shoulders. Back down to the tops of my heated ass cheeks.
I sighed, turning my head.
“Okay, little lamb?” Micah asked quietly, still touching me, bringing me slowly back from wherever I’d gone.
“I-I feel fuckingamazing,” I moaned, and he chuckled. “Make love to me, husband.”
“Let me untie you first.”
“No—just like this,” I muttered, my voice muffled from laziness.
Micah kissed my forehead before leaving my line of sight.
I shut my eyes again and just felt.
His hands on my splayed thighs. His fingers between them, checking how aroused I was to take his thick cock.
