Chapter Three
His words of ownership became branded in her conscience. Gina lifted her bottom higher, inviting his entrance. Her breasts felt heavy beneath her, her nipples tingling as they brushed across the bedsheets. Need consumed her, and she was about to start begging Ben to stop teasing her when he finally surged forward.
Oh God. He filled her up, driving all the way into her channel in one swift thrust. Gripping her hips, he commenced taking her harder than ever before.
By claiming her from behind, asserting his dominance as she remained on her hands and knees, she was his for the taking. With each quick thrust, the emotional rift between them was sealed. She clutched the sheets and reveled in the erotic sensations wrought from his deliberate roughness.
Not slowing in his drives, he pressed a finger to her bottom hole. She squealed and tried to escape his attentions to her most secret passage. Utterly shocked, she could only whimper as he pushed into her anus. He’d never touched her there before, and while surprised by his action, she couldn’t deny the ecstasy racing through her at being filled in both her holes at the same time, by her husband.
“Don’t you dare fight me, young lady, or I’ll put my cock in your ass instead.”
His sternly spoken threat left her shaking with fear tinged with desire. She stilled and took a deep breath as he pushed deeper into her asshole. A spasm rocked through her core, the feeling overwhelming. Delirious with pleasure, she blinked hard against the dark spots clouding her vision.
“All your holes belong to me, Gina. Don’t you ever forget that.”
His firm proclamation came as the first wave of an intense release swept over her. She cried out and undulated her center into him, and he responded by shoving the finger in her ass deeper and fucking her harder. The vibration from his balls slapping steadily against her pussy left her quaking and moaning as the longest, hardest orgasm she’d ever had pummeled through her.
In the aftermath of her fierce release, she could barely remain on her hands and knees. Ben withdrew his finger from her ass and held her in place while he pumped his length into her, groaning as he filled her with his seed. Panting from his exertions, he gradually pulled out of her pussy and then reached for her. He shifted to the center of the bed and drew her into his lap, cradling her in his arms.
“I love you, sweetheart.”
“I love you too, Ben.”
He stroked her hair and peered into her eyes. Her breath caught at the loving gleam in his gaze. She’d been so busy pushing him away lately that she’d forgotten how wondrous it was to stare into his dark depths, not to mention how cherished she felt when he held her.
“Are you all right?”
“Never been better.” She giggled at her unsuccessful attempt to stifle a sudden yawn, and he grinned down at her, tucking her hair behind her ears and then resting his forehead against hers.
“How’s your naughty bottom?” he asked, giving her backside a squeeze.
Shame heated her face and she looked down, unable to hold his gaze. “It still hurts, but I understand why you did it, and…I’m glad you did it. I’ll admit my behavior has been outrageous lately.”
“I should have put a stop to your nighttime adventures with Chelsea sooner. In the future, know that you won’t get as many chances to rectify your behavior as you did this time. I’m going to be much, much firmer with you.”
“Yes, sir,” she said as another flush stole over her. “I’ll talk to Chelsea first thing tomorrow and tell her I won’t be staying out late and visiting every bar in town anymore.”
“You have lots of other friends too, Gina. Don’t forget that. Friends from church, work, and school. You’re well-liked in this town. If Chelsea gets mad because you won’t bar hop with her anymore, it’s not as if she’s your only friend.”
“You’re right. How about we have a barbeque soon and invite a bunch of people over, including Chelsea? Maybe if she makes more friends in Dalestown, she’ll settle down a bit and stop acting so crazy. I really think she’s lonely and I’d like to help her.”
“That’s an excellent idea.” He placed another kiss to her forehead. “How about Saturday?”
“Sounds perfect. Thanks for helping me, Ben.”
“Of course.” He inhaled a deep breath and gave her behind another squeeze. When she lowered her gaze, he put a finger beneath her chin, forcing her to stare into his eyes. “You’re a sweet girl, Gina, and I’m very proud of you for taking your punishment so well.”
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The barbeque was a success. All their friends had a wonderful time, including Chelsea. Gina had confided to Ben that she’d had a private heart to heart with Chelsea on the patio before their other guests arrived. Chelsea had confessed she’d been arrested a few times for public intoxication, but insisted she had never actually served time in jail. At least the worst rumors about her weren’t true, and she’d surprised both Gina and Ben by announcing she had several job interviews lined up for next week.
After everyone left, Ben watched Gina as she finished loading the plates into the dishwasher, thankful that he’d been blessed with such a caring wife. He was also thankful that she’d been receptive to receiving physical discipline. Also, in the two days since he’d spanked her, she couldn’t seem to keep her hands off him. Putting his foot down and spanking her, making her realize he wouldn’t allow her to harm herself or their marriage, had deepened their intimacy.
A radiant smile spread over her features when she turned and met his gaze. She strode to him and grabbed his hand with a naughty gleam in her eye, then led him upstairs. He swatted her ass as they entered their bedroom, and she squealed and covered her bottom. She gave him the cutest mock pout, and he crossed his arms and glared down at her as if she’d just broken an important rule.
He lifted an eyebrow at her. “Your ass belongs to me, Gina. Now pull your skirt up and show me what’s mine.”
Her face reddened and her breath caught, but she did as he asked, drawing her skirt up and turning to show him her backside, which was covered in a pair of lacy, white panties.