Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 75793 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 379(@200wpm)___ 303(@250wpm)___ 253(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75793 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 379(@200wpm)___ 303(@250wpm)___ 253(@300wpm)
Ophelia faces me, studying me, trying to understand what is to come. She pulls off her boots, then her sweater and jeans. She folds them and sets them aside before stripping off her bra.
When she has her hands in the waistband of her panties, I tell her to stop. I look her over, my beautiful wife. My sweet wife.
My disobedient wife.
“Come here.” I motion with my finger for her to come and she does. I sit up, putting both feet on the floor. I take her hips to pull her close, standing her between my knees.
I look over her shoulder at her reflection in the mirror, at the marks Ethan left with his belt. It reinforces why I need to do this.
“Your bruises are healing,” I say, and she glances back to look at herself. “Does it still hurt?”
“Not really. Just a little tender.”
“Good. As for today, I told you to stay here, didn’t I? Told you to wait for me to take you to see your father.”
“Silas, you were—”
I give her a slight nudge. “Did I or did I not tell you I would take you?”
“You did.”
I nod. “Lay over my knee, O.”
“What?”
“Over my knee.” I point.
Her eyes search mine, her pupils dilating. She licks her lips then bites one before draping herself over my knee and setting her hands on the floor.
“Now reach back and take your panties down.”
“Silas.” She starts to shift, to sit up, but I place a hand at her lower back.
“Do it.”
“I don’t—”
“Fucking do it.”
“Fine.” Without looking at me, she does as she’s told and peels her panties down to her knees.
“Good.” I trap her legs between mine and cup one ass cheek, weighing it in the palm of my hand. When I splay her open, I see her pussy is glistening, leaking down her thigh. I’m already hard at the sight of her like this but seeing that takes it to another level.
I spank her ass. Surprised, she clenches her cheeks, relaxing only when I rub out the sting. “When I tell you to do something, I expect you to do it, especially when it comes to your safety.” I spank again.
“Silas.” She squirms.
“Am I clear?”
She nods, legs stiff as she braces herself for more.
“Good. Open your legs.”
She does, and I cup her wet pussy, then spank it. She jumps. I run two fingers over her clit, push one into her pussy and hear her moan before spanking her lightly again and repeating until she’s dripping, her pussy swollen. I pull her up to straddle my lap, keeping my knees spread, cupping her cheeks, my fingers playing over her sex. I kiss her as she closes a hand over my erection.
“I’m going to make a mental note of how wet you get when I spank you, and when you’re all healed up, we’ll revisit. Now, however, I need to be inside you.” I stand, lifting her and carrying her to the tub. I switch off the water and set her inside it. She watches me strip off my clothes and when I climb in across from her, she comes to me. I take her hips, her knees on either side of me and slide inside her. The heat of her, the tight sheath of her makes me moan as she grips my shoulders and, eyes open, kisses me.
I move slowly, holding her to me, wanting to feel her, wanting to draw this out. We never take our eyes off one another as I make slow love to my wife, opposite of how I fucked her last night. She stretches to fit me as if she were made just for me. She kisses my mouth, my face, my throat as I tease her nipples.
When we’re both close, I grip her hips and fuck her from beneath harder and deeper, water splashing over the edge of the tub as her nails dig into my shoulders. When I close my mouth over her throat and bite the tender flesh there, she throws her head back and moans, clinging to me as she comes, the throbbing walls of her pussy milking me to orgasm.
14
SILAS
Atowel wrapped low around my hips, I stand in front of the bathroom mirror and shave. Ophelia watches me, our eyes meeting in the reflection.
“Why are you staring at me?” I ask.
“Because you’re very beautiful. I always thought so from the first minute I saw you carrying those boxes into the cottage. Do you remember? When I was spying on you with my binoculars.”
“I remember,” I say, then shift my gaze back to the task at hand.
“Had you seen me?”
I smile at the memory and raise my chin to shave my throat. “The sun reflected off the glass and I saw the outline of your hair mostly. It was huge.”
“Shut up.” She throws a discarded towel at me but I dodge it.