Answering to Him (Old-Fashioned Husband) Read Free Page B

off me, like this,” he replied before biting down on my neck and making me gasp.
    As soon as I slid his jeans off, pulling the boxers down along with them, his cock sprang forward, long and hard. Just the sight of it made me melt. I reached out a finger to stroke his hardened manhood, and the minute I touched the swollen head, the feel of his silky skin made my panties dampen with desire.
    “God, Alicia,” he groaned, sounding almost fierce. Before I could take him in my hand, he reached over and pushed me down on the bed.
    I felt my heart leap into my throat. I’d never seen him like this; my husband was always so steady and mild-mannered, and while I loved him for it, seeing this man that was practically wild for me was thrilling beyond words. We came together as though we were the cats in heat my husband had teasingly accused me of being. I clawed my fingernails down his back and saw him grit his teeth as he groaned.
    He pounded into me, hard, each thrust desperate to find release. I could hardly catch my breath as I lay underneath him; desire had turned my insides to mush, and with each thrust I felt myself flying higher, and higher, exhilarated at the pleasure and terrified of following all at once.
    “I can’t take any more,” I gasped. “Please, Oliver.”
    Normally the perfect gentleman, my husband would have stilled and rolled over at once. The man who had replaced him, who had delivered more pleasure to me in one night than I’d ever had before, shook his head. “Come with me.”
    “Oh, please,” I groaned again. “Please.” Even I didn’t know what I was begging him for—I could hardly speak with the heat in my body that was willing to tear me apart to find release. Maybe he knew I was saying, Stop, you have to stop before I come apart . Maybe he knew, but he didn’t heed my pleas.
    The thrusts came closer together, even harder than before, and I rode each wave out, clutching h is sweaty arm. I closed my eyes and saw colors dance before them. This must be what it feels like—my body was racked with orgasms. This must be what it feels like to die from pleasure.
    * * * * *
    My head swam and everything around me felt strangely fuzzy. Where was I? The fog in my mind seemed to lift for a moment, and I felt myself over Oliver’s lap, my robe flipped up, my bottom bared with my panties around my thighs. This had happened before…hadn’t it?
    “I told you I would talk to Jonah,” Oliver was saying, his voice unusually stern.
    “I know, but—”
    Smack . Whatever I might have said was cut off by a resounding smack to my bottom. “What are you doing?” I squealed.
    “Giving you a spanking,” he replied mildly. “I thought you liked it.”
    I detected the wry edge to his voice, and I kicked my legs, fuming. “Not like this, and you know it!” I hollered at him. I felt Oliver shifting his weight, and before I could pull free, he’d trapped my legs under one of his, making it almost impossible to move.
    “I’d watch that tone of yours, dear.” With that, he proceeded to pepper my botto m with fast, hard spanks. The burn of each one just increased my anger.
    “What is wrong with you?” I spa t out at him.
    “Nothing is wrong with me, Alicia. I am trying to teach you a lesson. You don’t need to nag me, honey. When I say I will do something, I will do it. And I said I was going to give you a spanking, so you better settle in. You won’t be leaving for a while.”
    The slaps continued to rain down, one after the other, until my bottom warmed beneath his palm. I could feel how much it hurt, so I could only imagine how red it looked. When the tears came, spilling hotly onto my cheeks, I felt my anger melt away. I had nagged him about talking to Jonah, and I had been surly with him.
    I didn’t even realize he’d stopped until I felt his hand resting on my sore fanny. I’d been crying too hard to take notice of anything other than how miserable I felt. When Oliver helped me off his lap, I