Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 73013 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 365(@200wpm)___ 292(@250wpm)___ 243(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73013 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 365(@200wpm)___ 292(@250wpm)___ 243(@300wpm)
I looked into his eyes, wondering if my face showed him the filthy thoughts that part of me, the watching part, seemed to have in such mortifying abundance. My body bucked under his strong grip, yielding itself into his mastering hands, as I saw his eyes narrow and knew he must have seen my blush.
“Oh, God,” I moaned. “Sir… I’m… I’m not just…”
I couldn’t believe it—even the voyeur standing a few feet away, enjoying my terrible degradation couldn’t believe it. How could I tell him the wanton, dirty thought that had come into my head?
“What?” Rick asked. “What aren’t you just?”
I shook my head. My greedy pussy pressed itself into my husband’s claiming hand, though the pleasure had gained an edge of excess, even of discomfort. I wanted more of it, though, or, really, I wanted to demand more of it from Rick. I wanted to refuse to tell him the thought in my head, and I wanted to get him to give me more pleasure.
Brat, the observer said with an air of satisfaction that sent a shiver of fear through the rest of me. Not the day after tomorrow—or even tomorrow. Right now: you can’t help it, can you, you little…
Rick took his hand away, pulled it back from my hot, sopping wet pussy. I mewed in protest, like a kitten deprived of milk. The demure, ambitious, independent part of me couldn’t believe the sound had actually come from my mouth.
“Tell me, Dee,” Rick said, putting his hand lightly on my belly, maddeningly just above the place where I needed it. He toyed with the waistband of my panties, running his fingertips along the lacy little white scalloped border. He lowered his eyes as if to watch himself toy with me.
I bit my lip, suddenly realizing how very far I had descended into wickedness, thanks to my husband’s filthy training. I could feel how he had disarranged my panties, how their gusset lay to the side, exposing the private curls of my pussy and even the naughty pinkness of its tender cleft. I shook my head.
Moving his big hands carefully, to make certain I could stand on my own, Rick stepped back. I gave a little gasp as his hands went once again to his belt buckle.
He wants to leave me in no doubt as to his intentions, I thought. And I… I don’t want him to know what’s in my heart. I felt my face crumple, and tears form at the corners of my eyes.
“Take off your bra and your panties,” Rick said. “I’m going to whip it out of you if I have to.”
I realized that my arms had gone slightly numb—that I had forgotten about them entirely while my husband had mastered my body, except to know that I had them up and away, where he had told me to put them. The recollection of their position arrived just then because I needed them behind me, to keep myself from simply toppling backwards onto the bed with the shock of fear that went through me at Rick’s harsh words—at the words themselves and even more at the growling, hungry, aggressive tone he had said them in.
The numbness, though, meant that when I took them from behind my head and tried to put them behind me, I lost my balance completely and I would have fallen—probably not even onto the bed but instead onto the floor—if Rick hadn’t grabbed me once again. This time he put his left arm around my upper back while his right hand came behind and took firm hold of my bottom.
I ended up cradled in his arms that way, completely off the floor, with his dark eyes gazing straight into mine. Once again, I had the wonderful, frightening feeling that my husband knew me too well—that he knew how to take care of me even if I didn’t think I wanted to be taken care of that way.
More than any of the many other sensations that the almost childlike embrace sent rocketing through my body, his hand on the seat of my panties made me melt into his arms. It felt like a secret we shared a terribly naughty, terribly intimate marital secret. My husband had spanked me. My husband would spank me, when he decided, the time had come to teach me a lesson.
I watched his face very closely. The animal desire there, the promise that very soon he would have his way with me entirely, whether I liked it or not, made me swallow very hard. Then, to my surprise, delight, and the tiniest bit of disappointment, I saw his face soften. Rick gathered me up toward him, far enough that he could kiss me softly on the mouth.
Then he broke the kiss, and my heart jumped as I saw the softness vanish.