Page 41 of Unholy Union
I scowl and turn my head back around, teeth grinding together. I’m so tempted to mouth off, tell him that he doesn’t decide shit. He doesn’t get to tell me what to do. I don’t care if he is my husband, I’ll always do whatever the hell I wa?—
“AH!” I yelp suddenly.
Cato’s smacked my ass. Not with the belt but with his hand. The contact is so abrupt and forceful that I glance over my shoulder again and glare at him.
“I saw that look,” he says, smirking. “Obedient wives don’t scowl at their husbands, principessa.”
This time, I can’t help it. I blurt out the first rebuttal that comes to mind, consequences be damned.
“Then it’s a good thing I’m not, and never will be, obedient.”
“Is that so?” he asks, posing the question as if he already knows the answer. He steps closer, reaching out to trail his fingers along the curve of my bare ass.
His fingers on my skin draw an instant shudder out of me.
It’s against my will and followed by an instant knot of guilt.
But it’s far from the last time. I know this, because he only keeps going. His fingers glide over my right ass cheek in a slow agony like he’s studying every inch. He’s marveled by the soft flesh.
Really, he’s dragging it out to torture me.
Make my heart beat faster as I turn back around and press my forehead into the duvet. Goosebumps have started to spring up over my skin as I await the inevitable—the moment Cato shows me just what the consequences are for breaking his rules.
“Where were you not supposed to be tonight?” he asks.
My molars ache from my teeth grinding. “I went out to have dinner.”
“That’s not what I asked you.”
“Youweren’t coming home,” I continue, irritated. “What did you expect me to do?”
“I expect you to answer a simple fucking question. But since even that is too much to ask, my little wife reallydoeslike learning the hard way.”
“Wait… what—ASSHOLE!”
My scream rings out, but it’s not loud enough to disguise the sharp crack of leather colliding with my flesh.
Cato’s taken the belt and swatted it across the curve of my ass. I flinch with the motion, rocking forward as hot pain sears me.
“What do you think you’re going to do?” I snap at him from over my shoulder. “Spank my ass ’til you make me give the answers you want?”
“That’s exactly what I’m going to do. Let’s see how long it’ll take you to catch on. Where were younotsupposed to be tonight?”
Every stubborn bone in my body urges me to take a stand. Protest him and this stupid little game he’s playing with me. If he wants to streak my ass ’til it’s red and swollen, then that’s the price I’m willing to pay.
He wants an obedient wife, some woman who will do as he says with no questions.
But I’ll never be that woman; I’ll never let him break me.
When a few seconds go by and he’s unsatisfied with my silence, the belt kisses my flesh a second time.
I scream out despite how defiant I want to be. The pain is sharp and smarting, blooming across my ass and making other parts of me react.
My fingers dig into my palms. My hips rock from the force of the blow. Inside my pulse is racing so fast I’m almost dizzy.
But there’s another part of me that’s reacting—as Cato’s belt connects with my ass, my pussy clenches on air.
Almost as if waiting its turn; aroused by the fact it’s Cato doing this and I still remember what he felt like on our wedding night.
