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“No. You didn’t.”
“And if I had?”
She glances out the window. “Where was it?”
“Midtown.”
She gathers her dress in her hands. “I might have asked you if you could take me to the club for a little while after. I just wanted to see my friends, Kieran. I wasn’t trying to run away from you.” She squirms against my hard-on, her head dipping back like a cat in heat, like riding my cock could be her weakness.
“Clearly, we have to communicate better. Both. Of. Us.” I move her off my lap to think straight. “You’ll feel me again like that after you and I get home and come to an understanding.”
We get to the house, which is completely empty since Patricia left shortly after I tore out of there. I’m reminded this was a miscommunication. I wanted Isabella with me tonight and didn’t tell her properly. Part of this is my fault, and that includes Christian being put into a no-win situation. Still, Isabella asked me to go to this party, and I told her no.
I’m new at this marriage thing, and so is she. We have to figure each other out.
Inside, I take her by the arm and bring her to my bedroom. The sexual energy I’ve built up in the last few weeks can no longer be denied, and I’m ready to explode.
I close the bedroom door and lock it with a code I don’t give her. Not yet anyway. “You sleep in here every night from now on. In my bed. You were told not to go to that party, and you did anyway.”
She glances at the bed. “Some punishment, sleeping with my husband.” Her snarky tone tells me she can’t help the back talk, and, fuck, I love it. But she needs to be reminded, I’m in charge.
She needs a lesson if she’s going to survive. Both this marriage and us.
I sit on the bench at the foot of the bed and crook a finger. “Come here.”
Smirking like she’s won here, or that I’m still not furious, she saunters over. As she swings her leg to sit on me like she’s getting more of my hard cock rubbing against her pussy, I flip the script and drag her across my lap face down.
“Wait,” she cries out.
I grip the back of her neck securely, cautious not to hurt her because she’s struggling already. She’s petite but feisty and strong. Only, she won’t escape my hold.
I yank up her dress and staring down at plain cotton panties, my breath stills. “No fancy thong for your fancy night out?”
Struggling, she mumbles, “Those thongs you bought me are for my husband.”
“Aye.” I grip the end of the cotton panty and drag it down just below her sweet ass cheeks. Without warning, I land a sharp slap.
She yelps and her body goes rigid. “What the heck?” You’re hitting me?”
“I’mspankingyou, wife. A much different thing,” I say gruffly. “And you need more for how you made me feel tonight. How you scared me.” I spank her bare bottom again and again, right in the fleshy part to turn her ass bright pink.
Isabella’s thighs part slightly and if I’m not mistaken, her hips rock like she’s enjoying this. With the gap she made, I slip my finger inside and find her soaking wet.
Fuck…
I keep going in the same rhythm with stinging slaps that catch the most fleshy part of her ass. Watching it jiggle so deliciously, my mind goes hazy, thinking of how they’ll shake as I fuck her from behind.
Isabella lets out a moan and I finger her again. She’s even more soaked, coating my slacks. She’s sucking in ragged breaths, and I’m struggling too, I’m so turned on. She’s trembling, but not from fear, not the way she’s squirming.
My dick throbs in my briefs and I need relief.
“Isabella,” I say through clenched teeth. “Do I need to keep going?”
I’m daring her to be defiant.
“Maybe,” she groans face down on the bench.
I lose my breath, she should be screaming and kicking.
