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“Where have you been all day? Is this going to be a regular thing. You are going to leave me and Lilly alone at home all day long,” I asked, ignoring his reference to my scars. This was none of his business. It was easier and better if we didn’t discuss the past. And I wasn’t planning to cut myself again, even if the craving for it reared its head at times.
“I was taking care of the business and it took as much as it took, Marinka,” he replied slowly. Just then, I noticed the dark circles under his eyes. “Answer the question. What were you doing? We already had this conversation in the past and it didn’t go particularly well.”
“That’s too bad because I can’t remember it and I don’t need to explain myself to you. This is private and it’s my body so I can do with it whatever the hell I want,” I spat.
I was a fool for overreacting, but his probing brought out the witch in me. He was annoying, domineering, and a control freak.
He came to stand right in front of me and if looks could kill... I caught the wave of his cologne and shivered. He wasn’t playing fair, being so gorgeous and smelling amazing.
“You just earned yourself another strike. I think you’re asking me to punish you?” He asked, his voice stern with an undertone of excitement.
I frowned, because as always when he said that, I didn’t know what he meant. Yet, I sensed I just might like what he was offering.
“And how are you going to punish me, Sebastian?” I poked at him, overcompensating because he made me feel so self-conscious and a little lost. I had no idea what he was planning to do to me, yet, whatever it was, I was already turned on and ready for him.
He smirked, then leaned over so our faces were close. His eyes drew me in, so I stopped breathing altogether, just waiting for him to finally do something—fuck me or kiss me. Either would be good.
“Take off your panties and get on your knees for me, princess,” he ordered.
Oh, yes.The new me might be dripping with confidence, but one order from my hot hunk of a husband and I was mush.
“And what if I won’t?”
My voice vibrated and even though I was ready to kneel in front of him, I couldn’t show him how eager I was to please him. At this point, I was happy to act like a total brat. I wanted him to be angry and frustrated—just like I had been today. That would show him…
“Then your punishment will be more severe. Stop being silly and just fucking do what I say,” he whispered, his gaze still glued to mine.
“Give me some space,” I barked at him, annoyed with myself that I was giving in so quickly. I should have told him to get lost instead. This game was dangerous, but enticing.
“The scars … you promised me you would never hurt yourself again,” he told me then before putting distance between us. “You hear me?”
The mad gleam in his eyes was driving me insane. I pursed my lips and said nothing. Didn’t even fucking move.
“Answer me!” he bellowed, and I couldn’t help jumping at his tone. “I don’t want to see you hurt yourself.” I looked up then and what I saw in his eyes broke my heart. “Promise me you won’t.”
“I promise,” I finally relented, breaking eye contact.
I was wet and throbbing for this man, because he was freaking hot, and also because he cared.
I quickly took off my panties and went on all fours on the bed. He could see everything, my entire crotch area exposed to his viewing pleasure. My cheeks flushed.
I felt his burning gaze all over my body.
“Such a pretty pussy, Marinka. And look at that, it’s already dripping wet for me. It’s demanding to be touched,” he said, his voice smooth like velvet. I swallowed hard, waiting and wondering. What was he going to do? Spank me? Tie me up? I might be inexperienced, but I wasn’t totally clueless. “Remind me, brat, how many strikes have you earned yourself?”
“Four,” I answered quickly, surprising myself with my eagerness.
He gently and slowly caressed my ass, his fingers moving over the crack, down to my rear entrance. I shut my eyes, and concentrated on my breathing. For someone who lacked in the sex department, I was looking forward to this so much that it almost hurt. I trembled with anticipation. I felt … awakened.
“Good girl. So tell me what you want me to do to you, bad wife?” he asked.
I shook my head. He wasn’t going to make me say this. He couldn’t.
“Fuck me. I want you to fuck me like the last time,” I blurted out, instantly regretting it.
He laughed as his fingers moved farther down over my sensitive spot. That felt so good. Savage heat singed my skin with every touch and caress.
“Oh, but you have to earn it first, teacup. And you have been a fucking brat, looking at your scars like they define you. It’s pathetic and you’re going to tell me once more that you will never, ever even think about hurting yourself again,” he said moving his fingers over my clit and leisurely massaging it.
