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But that doesn’t mean I’m not going to ask him about it, just as soon as he comes home.
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He returns homesooner than I expected. It’s not until I hear the click of the door opening and his footsteps walking down the hall that I have even the slightest inkling that he might be back.
A strange mixture of fear, disappointment, and elation fills me. Fear, because I’m still not entirely sure that I got completely away with my little trek into Newport—and because of what I found today in the attic. Disappointment, because I thought I had two more days of peace before he returned—two more days to come to terms with my discovery, and how to broach the subject with him. And elation—
I don’t know why I feel that. I shouldn’t. I don’t want him here. But my heartbeat picks up in my chest as I hear him walking into the informal living room where I’m sitting.
I keep flipping through the interior decorating magazine I found. I don’t actually care about it, but I’m bored to tears here, and almost out of books to read. And I don’t want David to see the fearful expression on my face, so I don’t look up until he’s nearly standing in front of me.
“I thought you’d be more surprised to see me home.” His deep voice sends a shiver down my spine, and I hate it. I hate the way my body instantly rouses to the sound of it, my hands starting to tremble a little where I’m holding the magazine. I feel like a stringed instrument, tuned to immediately respond to him, and I wish he didn’t have that power over me. I don’t wantanyoneto have that kind of power over me.
“I’m never surprised for you to do something unexpectedly without telling me.” I keep my voice cool as I set the magazine aside, finally looking up at him as if it doesn’t matter to me what he does. “After all, you don’t exactly care about my opinion, do you?”
His jaw is already tight, his stance stiff, and I see his expression darken at that. His gaze sweeps over me, and I find myself suddenly glad that I put on nicer clothes today. A pair of slim black pants and a cream-colored sleeveless silk blouse under my cardigan. I hadn’t known he was coming home, so I’d had some idea that I might try to slip out again.
It’s a good thing I didn’t.
“Get on your knees.” The order is swift and sharp, but there’s a growling arousal in his voice that leaves absolutely no doubt as towhyhe wants me down on my knees. It sends an answering jolt of desire through me, and I sink my teeth into my lip, repressing the moan that threatens to surface. “Now, Amalie.”
Almost without meaning to, I obey. I’m reminded of that day in Ibiza, after he helped me at the restaurant, when he brought me back to his penthouse and put me on my knees there. It was the first time I’d ever had a man’s cock in my mouth.
I wanted it, then. I wantedhim. And against all my better judgment and in spite of everything that’s happened since, I still do.
As I sink to my knees, he pushes the cardigan off of my shoulders, sending it fluttering to the floor. I reach for his belt, seeing the hard ridge of his cock already straining against his fly, and I want him in my mouth. I don’t care that I know he’s doing this to demand my submission, that I’m giving him exactly what he wants, that this is meant to be some kind of punishment. I want him.
David groans as I slip his cock out, my hand wrapping around the hard, thick shaft. “Good girl,” he murmurs, threading his hand through my hair as I press my lips to his cockhead. “Except you weren’t such a good girl while I was gone, were you?”
I stiffen, and he presses my head forward a little, pushing his cock between my lips. “Don’t stop,cara mia. You can suck my cock and listen at the same time.”
A small ripple of defiance goes through me at that, and I toss my head back, glaring up at him. “I can’t answer you like that, though.”
“Ah, there’s the wife I left behind.” There’s a dark, humorous gleam in his eyes. “Open your pretty mouth then, Amalie, and tell me the truth. “Were you a good girl?”
“That depends on your—” I nearly choke as his hand fists in my hair, holding me still as he pushes himself into my mouth. His cock slides over my tongue, the salty taste of him filling my senses, and I tighten my lips around him reflexively, moaning at the feeling of my mouth wrapped around him.
“Just like that. You’re so pretty with your mouth full,bellisima.” His thumb strokes my cheekbone, and he thrusts again, slowly, his cock sliding in and out between my lips as I suck. “That feels fucking good. I missed having you there to please my cock whenever I want. My pretty bride.”
David thrusts again, deeper this time, his hand in my hair holding me down as he pushes nearly into my throat. My eyes fill with tears at the invasion, but I feel the throb of arousal between my legs, my thighs tightening as I find myself wishing he would put me over the couch and use me that way instead.
He jerks his cock free, the shaft glistening in the light. “Answer me, Amalie. Were you a good girl? No, wait. I’ll be more direct.” His hand leaves my hair, gripping my chin instead as he tilts my head up so that I can’t look away. “Did you sneak out, after I told you to stay home?”
“Why should I tell you?” I glare up at him, and he chuckles.
“Because I already have camera footage of it,cara mia. Just like I have camera footage of you fucking your tight little pussy for me. But I don’t like to be lied to, so I want to hear it from your own lips.”
I feel my face go white, and then burning red at that as I realize what he means.He saw me. He watched me.I’m horribly, completely embarrassed—and at the same time, I can feel a flood of arousal between my thighs, soaking my panties at the realization that he watched the lewd display that I hadn’t realized I was putting on for anyone else.
But you hoped you were. And now you know.
“I jerked off watching you,” he says, almost conversationally. His thumb rubs over my lower lip, pressing into the soft flesh there. “And I kept the video, of course. So you can please me whenever I want you to.”
I moan helplessly at that, my lips catching around his thumb. I feel myself rock forward, my thighs tight, wanting friction on my clit. I feel so desperately aroused, my panties clinging to my skin, and I want him to fuck me.
“Answer me, Amalie. You get one more chance before I take my belt to that perfect ass of yours. And before you think that’snota punishment, I won’t let you come afterward. I promise you that.”
I’m so aroused right now that I’m not sure he could stop me. I’m not sure that the spanking alone wouldn’t set me off. But I’m not willing to test that theory.
