Page 70 of Snapshot

He clicks his tongue. “And now you’re lying. What am I going to do with you?”

Outside of my tongue wetting my lips, I’m frozen in anticipation. The nerves dancing up and down my spine seem enough to send me straight to an orgasm. This is what I wanted. I know my sweet husband cares for me. Now, I need him to own me. I want proof that we can be everything. The passion, the pleasure, the pain. It’s all part of the package of a full life.

“Flip over. Don’t make me ask you twice.” He unbuttons his shirt while his eyes stay locked on mine.

I debate fighting him on it. I want to see what comes out if I push him even further. But I’m too excited to hold my cards close to my chest. I turn onto my stomach, elbows buried into the mattress under the thick, fluffy pillow that smells like Dex. I poke my ass up in the air expecting him to slip his fingers in again, but instead?—

Whack!There’s a sharp sting where Dex’s palm collided with my right ass cheek. The dull burn radiates across my entire ass. “That’s for closing your legs on me.”

Smack!He addresses my left cheek the same way he did the right. “And that’s for lying to me about it. Two things I won’t tolerate, wife. Denying me and lies.”

“Understood,” I murmur.

It doesn’t really hurt, it’s just deliciously igniting. I wiggle my hips, craving the sensation again, except now he’s rubbing where he swatted. His lips follow quickly, planting sweet kisses against my warm flesh. “Oh shit, baby. Your ass is already bright pink. I took that too far.” He hunches over me, his stomach pressed against my back. “I’ll stop.”

I turn my head, looking over my shoulder. When I find his cheek, I plant a firm kiss. “Don’t you dare. Just a little harder. And don’t let me come until the end. We’ll both come once.”

His cheek twitches against my lips. I can’t see his expression in this position, but I can feel his smile. “Why? If I could come multiple times in a row, I would. If you’ve got the superpower, use it.”

I chuckle. “The teasing makes me feverish, Dex. I’m telling you what I want. I like the anticipation as much as finishing. Maybe more.”

“I want that in writing so I don’t get in trouble for keeping you on the edge for hours.”

“Fine. Fuck first, sign later. Now, back in character.Chop, chop.” I peck his cheek again, then bury my head back in the pillow, hoisting my hips up as high as I can.

He jostles me as he straddles my calves. Even going as far as grinding his growing hard-on against my sex. I bet I could soak right through the fabric of his jeans just from him brushing against me. That’s how crazy Dex makes me. The fact that I can’t see what’s going on is making me nervous, but my unspoken instructions are clear.Head down, ass up. Take it like a champ. You asked for it.

“So fucking sexy,” he murmurs. “Are you getting wet for me, baby? Or are youstillwet for me? Hm? I thought I wore you out last night, but you can’t get enough, can you?” The clank of his belt unbuckling makes my stomach lurch. I freeze, now alert and tense.Oh no.How dark is his dark side? There’s awhooshas he yanks his belt free of the belt loops.

“Wait, wait. Dex, please wait. I’ve never been belted. Not too hard.”

“Are you fucking crazy?” He sounds so aghast, I can’t help but peer over my shoulder to check his reaction. Dex looks exactly like he sounds, as if I just admitted that murder turns me on. “Do you trust me?” he asks, and I nod in response. “Good. Lie on your back and hold your hands out in front of you.”

Flipping and flopping, foreplay with Dex is starting to feel like exercising. I do as he says, folding my hands together. He wraps his belt around my wrists twice, then secures the hook so my arms are inseparable.

“I appreciate your kinky spirit, Trouble, but I’m here to pleasure and protect you. Not to traumatize you, sweet wife. I can make you feel so fucking alive without the welts and bruises. My belt is to keep you still. Now hold your arms over your head. You move them and there’ll be no teasing. I’ll make you come in a heartbeat, and then we’re finished.”

“Yes…” I narrow my eyes.“Sir.”

“That’s much better, sassy.” The smile he wears is of pure satisfaction. “Such a quick learner. You’re so much more obedient tied up like this. What’s on your mind?”

“Honestly?” I ask. His response is a sultry nod. “I’m still kind of hungry.”

He laughs. “You know what? Me too. I could go for something sweet.” Stretching his long frame, he reaches for the tray at the foot of the bed. He rights himself then straddles my hips, honey in one hand, cinnamon in the other. “Remember this? You mentioned it the first night we met. I’ve been curious ever since. Stick your tongue out.”

He uncaps the lid as I poke my tongue through my lips. The honey drips in a thick flood, drenching my tongue, then overflowing down my cheek and neck. Forgetting my arms are bound, I instinctually try to catch the thick liquid slow-dripping into my hair but my movements are strained.

Dex makes a warning sound. “Stop moving, baby. You want this to be over?”

I shake my head, rubbing my lips together, tasting the sweet glaze again. “No.”

“Then be still.” He pumps his brows as he shimmies down my legs. After squeezing a thick glob of honey on each of my nipples, he pours a line down my stomach, letting it pool in my belly button. “Spread your legs.”

I do, but he’s not satisfied. I pant as he spreads my pussy wide open with two fingers. He drips the warm honey down my center, ensuring it thoroughly coats my clit before releasing me. Oh, for fuck’s sake. I’m so turned on. I want him to take good care of me, so I dare not move. Instead, I curl my toes, trying to control the urge to bridge my hips and beg him to put me in his mouth.

After replacing the cap and twisting the lid tightly shut, Dex tosses the plastic bottle over his shoulder. He grabs the cinnamon resting by my knee and sprinkles it over my chest and stomach. He seems thoroughly pleased with his sticky artwork. “Now, where should I start, wife?”

“You know where,” I reply.

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