Page 114 of It Must Be Fate

“We have time for this. Bend over the table,” he orders. “Now, Nera.”

I stand on shaky legs and do as he says, as powerless to resist him when he uses that deeply authoritative tone of voice as I’ve ever been. There’s no view of the dining room table from the front door so if Suki does come home, I’ll have time to move before she ever sees what her father is about to do to her mother.

A strangled noise of arousal leaves Tristan’s throat as I lay on our table and arch my ass up. He closes the distance between us slowly, his eyes pinned on me.

“This isn’t doing anything to help calm my throbbing cock,” he murmurs.

His fingers graze the skin at the back of my thigh, making me jump at the contact. They trail up my leg, lifting the hem of my dress with them until my ass is bared in my undies. There’s nothing particularly sexy about them and yet Tristan reacts like he just uncovered incredibly provocative lingerie.

His touch raises goosebumps on my flesh, causing an electrifying shiver to rack through my body.

These half touches are driving me insane. He’s wasting time. “Get on wit—”

Slap.

I keen loudly.

“What was that, baby?” he coos, rubbing a possessive palm over the heated skin he just spanked.

I shake my head and he smacks my ass again. My hips jerk into the edge of the table, adding a new dimension to the pain rippling through me.

“Cat got your tongue?”

I blow out a throttled exhale just in time for him to bring his palm down on me again. And again. The whimper that rips from my throat is soaked with lust.

“Not so mouthy when you’re submitting your ass to my hand, are you, wifey?” Pride and satisfaction drip from every word, especially the last one. He leans over me until his chest is pressed against my back. “I hope you know a spanking isn’t what I was talking about when I said your ass would suffer later.” His fingers dig beneath my undies and dip between the valley of my cheeks, dancing down to find my tight hole. He rims me skillfully with his index until a powerful ache pulses between my legs and my shoulder blades bunch together in the middle of my back. “No, baby, that would be too easy.”

I should tell him no, not now, not when our kids could walk in at any point, but it’s beyond my abilities when he’s touching me like this. Thankfully, he straightens and pulls his fingers away himself, making me sag against the table in something that’s more disappointment than relief.

I have only seconds to gather myself before his hand comes down on my ass once more.

He smacks my cheeks with an assuredness that speaks to the eighteen years he’s spent exacting this particular punishment out of my flesh anytime he’s deemed it necessary.

He loves playing with my ass, in any and every way that he can, whether it’s touching it, groping it, smacking it, or simply fucking it.

And, I… Well, I never say no.

I bend over like a good girl and let my husband do whatever he wants to me, coming with explosive screams every single time.

My ass is burning, my skin red and throbbing from his blows, but my pussy is wet and my blood is thrumming throughmy veins and demanding that I undress and claim my husband right this minute.

He spanks me again, this one the hardest yet, and I cry out. My scream is cut off by the sound of a key turning in a lock.

Tristan immediately rights my dress with one hand and grabs my arm with the other, guiding me up from the table and back down into my seat in the next breath.

I wince when my ass makes contact with the velvet of the chair and he smiles a sinfully dark smile.

As sensitive as the flesh of my ass is, the unmet, unsatisfied arousal in my pussy is worse. I rub my thighs together in search of a release, knowing I’m unlikely to get one for several hours yet.

His smile broadens when he sees my legs move and hears the tormented whimper that falls from my lips.

This was his plan, I realize. To make me as aroused and desperate for him as he was for me so we both suffer equally.

He’s diabolical, my husband.

I moan and peer up at him. He thumbs my chin, tipping my face up towards his. “Are you horny for me, baby?”

I nod and he brushes his thumb across my lower lip.

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