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other sense was heightened. She could
hear her heart beating a sensuous rhythm and him slowly releasing breaths. The
smell of his spicy body wash enveloped her nose. The heat from his body wrapped
her in comfort. Her mouth watered, begging her to taste him. Stepping forward,
she aimed to do just that.
    “I didn’t say move. This is a warning. Disobey again and I
will punish you.”
    Tempted to see what he had in mind for a punishment, she
turned to face the bed, splaying her hands on the duvet.
    He made a tsking sound. “I should have known you’d like a
demonstration.”
    Moving behind her, he caged her within the sinewy muscles of
his arms. He rubbed the steel of his erection between the cheeks of her ass.
    “ Oh God ,” she moaned.
    One of his palms gripped her hip. He squeezed, sending
lightning to her pussy. He traced a path to the cheek of her ass. Then his
fingers left her flesh, making her almost beg him to keep touching her. Smack .
The sound echoed through the room.
    Before she could say anything, he began to rub away the
sting and his breath fanned along her ear.
    “I told you I would punish you. Now be good.”
    She pushed back against his cock, drawing a groan from him.
“What if I don’t want to be good?”
    He let his weight push her against the mattress, pinning her
in place.
    “If you don’t, I will leave you here, alone.” Nipping at the
sensitive skin of her shoulder, he reminded her of what she sought. She fisted
the covers, wrinkling the soft fabric.
    “Fine.”
    “Good, now don’t move. I want to look at you.”
    She wanted to bask in his attention like a cat in the sun.
Torturously he ran the pads of his fingers down her spine, making her skin
tighten in the wake of his touch. He continued his exploration, ending with his
hand resting on the side of her bottom.
    He sounded almost pained. “You want me to fuck you here.” It
wasn’t a question so she didn’t answer. The prison of her blindfold freed her
other senses. His breaths escaped in harsh pants. Still, she waited, but
impatience built. Arching her back, she preened for him.
    Her nipples rasped against the duvet, both frustrating her
and increasing her pleasure.
    “Please touch me.”
    Her words must have shaken him out of his thoughts because
his hands returned to her body.
    “Get on the bed with your hands above your head.”
    Following a familiar path to the head of her bed, she did as
he requested. Crawling to the top, she turned over, thrusting her eager breasts
forward, silently begging for attention. She didn’t feel the bed dip to accommodate
his weight. In her world of darkness, she was left with her thoughts. She
couldn’t believe it was happening. Love spread through her heart. He accepted
her and her lie. Thinking he would be angry or disappointed, she couldn’t bear
to tell him the truth about her inability to orgasm in the usual way. She was
lucky—no, blessed. She was blessed to have him as her husband.
    Shifting her leg, she was stunned when she found it
restrained. Her thoughts had distracted her for a moment and she was missing
everything.
    “Talk to me,” she whispered.
    “I want to but I’m afraid of what I might say. Seeing you
like this is doing—things to me. I want to keep you like this. Ready, wet and
willing. I want to bury myself in you until we are one person. Not slow and
sweet but rough and hard. I want to make you whimper in frustration as I tease
you to a fever pitch with the strumming of my cock. I want to brand you as mine .”
    “Yes.”
    “This is your last chance.” The whisper of fabric against
skin marked his disrobing and she imagined him standing erect, muscles tense
and eyes hungry.
    “Fuck me. Now.”
    Growling, he crawled up her body to restrain her hands. He
tugged on the restraints, seeming to make sure she was secure but also
signaling the beginning. Her mouth watered. The scent of their mixed desire
filled her nose, heady and intoxicating.
    “Open.”
    Licking her