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She patted for me to set it on the bed, so I laid it in the middle and sat by her. Her hand rested on it, and she swallowed. I could tell she was suddenly unsure of herself. “After we made love the first time, and I discovered your secret sexy side, I felt bad.”
“Oh, sweetart, no,” I said immediately. “You fucking blew my mind that night. I don’t know what you’d have to feel bad about.”
“My leg,” she said, sweeping her hand at it. “It will keep us from doing more adventurous things in our sex life. One of us will always have to move it around, and I can’t hold myself up on it. This was my solution.”
“It’s sex furniture,” I said, the light finally coming on. “Absolutely brilliant. Why didn’t I think of that?”
“You like it?” she asked, my approval important to her. “I was worried you wouldn’t.”
“I fucking love it,” I growled, my lips on hers, pushing her back into the bed. “I fucking love you and love fucking you.”
Her laughter rolled through me, and I loved every second of it. “You missed part of the gift. Check the box.”
I buried my nose in her neck for a moment and nipped at it before I stood, my boxers tented with desire for her. “I’ll check the box, but then we’re using that pillow.” I reached into the box and pulled out a cuff with a long strap on it. “What is this?”
“It’s um, for moving my leg out of the way. You can either hold it or fix it to the bed, so it stays where you put it.”
I gazed at the strap in my hand before I threw it back into the box, my head shaking. I dropped to my knees by the side of the bed and moved the sheet aside, stroking her tiny, abused, twisted limb. “I will never attach a device like that to this precious leg, tart. Do I like to fuck funky? Absolutely.”
“That’s why I bought it,” she said, forcing the words out. “I want you to be happy, and I’ll do whatever is necessary to assure that.”
I climbed over her and positioned the ramp to the other side of me, then sat, my hand caressing her breast over her pajama top. “Listen to me, tart. I am happy, but I won’t stay that way if you think you have to put yourself at risk to keep me that way. Your leg is far too fragile to do something that will make it worse. If we need to move your leg to accomplish something we want to do, I will cradle it with love and attention, the same way I cradle your apex. Hurting you would kill me slowly and render me impotent.”
“I love the way you love me, Mr. Halla,” she whispered. “Now, fuck me.”
I wagged my finger at her and sat her up, pulling the sleep shirt over her head. “First, you need a few spankings for this afternoon.”
She covered her breasts with fake shyness. “What did I do to deserve a spanking?”
“You dared to think I would leave you because of something beyond your control.”
“I learned my lesson,” she said right away, nodding quickly. “Love doesn’t work that way. Love doesn’t keep score.”
I moaned and leaned in, pulling her over my lap to kiss her, cradling her head in my hands while I made love to her lips. “You passed the test, beautiful. I still haven’t forgotten that you didn’t trust me, though. Now I’m going to have to punish you.”
I lifted her onto the pillow until her bottom was up in the air, and her head was down. “That okay on the leg?” I asked, holding it carefully, afraid to have her put too much pressure on it.
“I like this position,” she said, wiggling her bottom. “It doesn’t hurt my leg at all.”
“If you keep wiggling that bottom like that, you aren’t going to like that position.”
She hooked one finger in the waistband of her shorts and tugged, an evil smile on her face the entire time. “Do you talk just to hear your voice, or do you have a point?” Her words were almost a purr, and I grasped the shorts from her hands, pulling them down and away until she was gloriously naked.
“Oh, I have a point,” I said, going up on my knees to show her. “It’s going to be inside you very soon, but first, your bottom and I have to have a little chat. I’ll need you to be quiet.”
“There you go again—”
The flesh of my palm connected with her bottom, and she hushed, the slap playful and gentle. I wasn’t going to hurt her. I had no desire to do that. Playful naughtiness was okay, but pain was not part of the equation. She knew that. We’d talked about it. She was ready to explore, as evidence by the velvet pillow she’d bought.
My fingers skimmed the tender flesh of her bottom, rubbing at the slight red mark my hand had made the first time. “Someone’s been naughty,” I said, tapping her again lightly with my hand. “So naughty that I don’t think a spanking with my hand is enough,” I said, stripping off my clothes until I was hot and hard in front of her. My dick held a drop of precum, and she gazed up at me, licking her lips.
“Do I have permission?” she asked, waiting for me to nod once before she caught the glistening bead on her tongue.
I leaned down, grasping her chin and kissing her, my tongue pushed out of the way by hers while she showed me who the boss was. I might think I was, but we both knew the truth. I would fold like an accordion to keep from hurting her.
“Now, where was I?”
“Teaching my bottom a lesson,” she answered for me, spreading her legs wider, making me moan instantly.
