Sadie hummed against the kiss and wrapped her arms around his neck, still holding the flowers in one hand. She smelled like sweet bread and cinnamon, and her soft body pressed up against his made his blood rush south. Wicked thoughts about rucking up her skirts and taking her right there in the kitchen gave him a heady feeling.
He released her briefly and studied her face, marveling at her appearance. He doubted she would ever understand what it was about her that drove him wild, since he didn’t fully understand it himself. She was proper, strong, and dutiful. Everything about her, from her serious eyes to her straight posture, conveyed the desire to be good.
He liked messing her up. He liked forcing the bad little girl to come out. Nothing gave him more pleasure than to shake her out of that perfect façade and make her lose control. She lost control often with him, whether it was during a spanking session where he smacked her perfect white cheeks until they were blushing crimson or during lovemaking when he would coax her pleasure to the surface.
She must have seen the gleam in his eye and guessed his intent. Her lips twitched slightly. “I’m not done with the bread,” she told him, “and I have to get these in water.” She held up the flowers.
“Hurry,” he ordered.
She let out one of her giggles that always managed to heat him up. Her naughty little laugh was a sign of more cracks to come in her resolute demeanor. “Also, Wade, there’s something very important I need to discuss with you,” she said.
“Later,” he responded. He was in no mood to talk, only to get her into his arms as quickly as possible.
He watched her knead the dough, and it seemed to him that she was teasing him by taking an especially long time. A low growl resonated in his throat, and his suspicion was confirmed when he saw the smirk on her lips.
“Oh, you’re going to get it good,” he warned.
He could almost see the shiver of apprehension trail down her back. He came up behind her and moved aside the thick braid that covered her slender neck. He kissed her nape gently and relished the sigh his kiss inspired. He continued his pecks along her neck to her shoulder, baring it by moving aside the fabric of her practical brown dress.
“Your skin is so soft,” he murmured against her shoulder. “Soft and white and perfect.” He nipped her, reddening her skin.
Her head tilted back, and her eyes fluttered shut. Reaching around, he unbuttoned the front of her dress and pushed it down to the floor. He knew what he would feel when he covered her two plump breasts with his hands—pebbled nipples that poked against his palms, already perky with arousal from his attention. He rubbed and caressed her breasts until she was panting with need, then pulled away. She let out a whimper at the loss of his touch, but he only deprived her of it for the time it took to rip his clothes off.
She gasped but made no protest when he circled his hands around her waist and lifted her around to the table. He pressed his palm against her back and pushed her down against the cool wood. Her bare breasts flattened against the surface and her hands slapped down, the heat of her touch leaving steamy handprints.
“Here in the kitchen?” she asked breathily.
“Mm hmm, here in the kitchen,” he confirmed, his cock hardening at the sound of her question, which was spoken in a scandalized voice, giving the feeling that they were engaged in something illicit. He pulled the ribbon of her drawers and parted them around her cheeks. It was like unwrapping a present. He’d unwrapped it over and over in the months since they’d been married, but he never grew tired of receiving the same gift.
He dipped his hand between her legs and coated his fingers with her honey. The scent of her arousal hit his nose and caused a tightening in his groin while he swirled his fingertips around her clit and tapped it a few times, spanking her sex until it made wet sounds with each slap of his fingers, causing her to squirm.
“Ow!” she yelped in a high-pitched voice that held no protest. If anything, she pressed her pussy more firmly against his fingers, searching for more of his touch.
He fisted his cock, feeling the tight veins that protruded from his member. Guiding the tip to her swollen pussy, he teased her opening and groaned as his sensitive head made contact with her velvety skin.
“You feel so good, baby,” he growled.
She arched her back and widened her stance into a position that made her appear deliciously wanton. He pushed into her slightly and lowered his body so that his chest pressed against her back. “Is this what you want, naughty girl?” he asked against the shell of her ear.
“Yes,” she breathed.
“You want me to fuck you hard here on your clean table?”
“Oh, God, yes!” she cried.
“Dirty girl,” he growled, pushing into her a little more, feeling the walls of her channel opening to accommodate him. He wound her braid in his hand and tugged her head up, while his other hand gripped one of her perfect firm bottom cheeks. He fondled the undercurve of her bottom, teasing the sensitive skin near her pussy.
“Please,” she begged.
He loved hearing her beg for him. “You’ll get what you need,” he assured her, shoving the rest of the way inside of her, filling her completely. Closing his eyes, he relished how her tight channel clutched his manhood. She wriggled enchantingly beneath him, her movements limited due to his grip on her bottom and his rod inside of her.
He pulled out slightly and thrust against her. She let out a cry of appreciation, which spurred him into continuing. His strokes were rough and deep, fucking her like she liked. He was close to exploding and filling her with his seed, but he wanted to hold back until she gave him an orgasm.
He palmed her bottom and gave it a sharp swat, causing her to yelp then moan, the pain of the spank igniting her pleasure, which he fed by reaching around and rubbing her clit.
Always aroused by her responses, his pleasure increased as he saw her hands clench into fists. Her breathing was as labored as his, and he knew she was right on the precipice. He continued to rub her clit as he released her hair and took hold of her breast, kneading it a few times before twisting her nipple between his thumb and forefinger.
That burst of pain was her final undoing. She screamed and shuddered as her orgasm washed over her, feminine grunts escaping her lips with every thrust that drove her pleasure higher. He came as well, and her pulsing pussy milked him of every last drop.
When they’d both recovered, he kissed the shell of her ear and pulled out of her. Locating his shirt and trousers, he clothed himself and sat at the table so he could enjoy watching his wife transform herself before his very eyes. Within minutes, her dress was donned, her hair smoothed down, and her posture straight. The only sign that she’d been fucked over the table was the slight twinkle in her eye.
“What are we having for supper, honey?” he asked.
“Potato soup,” she replied. “Unless you want to go kill a chicken for me.”
He smiled. “Good girl, delegating the work. I’ll be back in a jiffy.” He rose from the table and headed outside to find a chicken for supper.
Chapter Fifteen
Wade sat in Clyde’s old armchair, where he smoked a pipe and tried to read. He looked up from his book several times, since the story wasn’t grabbing his attention, and regarded the space around him. The house, which had always seemed so small and loud to Wade, now seemed big and quiet. Ada had moved to Haverton some time ago. Grace was now married to Thomas and living on a farm several miles away, and the twins had each married their sweethearts and were staying near the sawmill in Lebec.
Life passed too quickly, he thought, with some regret. He hadn’t appreciated the fullness of the house back when he should have, instead constantly craving peace and quiet. He and Sadie had been alike in that way. They’d both wished for more solitude back when they were younger, and he suspected that she too missed the activity now that it was gone, though she’d never expressed that to him.
The next morning, Wade stood in front of the mirror and wr
apped his tie around his neck, dressing up for his second meeting with investors. During the last meeting, they had seemed eager to fund his newspaper venture. Wade had provided proof of his contribution to the Themis’s success, and he suspected that today would be the day he’d be given the go-ahead to start his business.
“Are you happy about Ada coming to visit?” Wade asked Sadie, while straightening his tie.
“Oh, yes,” Sadie said, running a brush through her hair. “I wish she didn’t live so far away so I could see her more often.”
“It’s only a half-day journey, darlin’, but I understand. When will she be here, you reckon’?”
“Any time today. She had some interesting news in her telegram.”
Wade was about to ask her what news Ada had shared, but Sadie spoke first, changing the subject. She set her brush on the dresser. “Wade, do you ever feel like the house is too empty now that everyone’s moved out?”
Wade caught her eye in the mirror before turning to face her. “Sometimes, yes.”
“So you wouldn’t mind if we, I dunno, added a child to the family?”
He didn’t answer right away, while he imagined the sound of children’s footsteps across the floor once again. It was a happy thought. “I’m not opposed.”
“I’m glad,” she gushed, beaming. She walked to him and wrapped her arms around his waist. “I want to talk to you about that some more.”
He returned the hug, pulling her to his chest and kissing the top of her head before releasing her. “I have to go. I can’t be late,” he said. “We’ll talk about children later, all right?”
Disappointment flashed in her eyes, but she nodded her understanding. “Good luck with your meeting, darling.”
Several hours later, Wade could have kicked himself. He realized what Sadie must have been trying to tell him. She wasn’t talking about children in the future. She was pregnant now! He could hardly concentrate when the investors gave him approval for the loan, and he couldn’t shake their hands and take his leave fast enough.
He cantered home, urging the horse to cover ground quickly. When he arrived, he spotted Ada’s buggy out front. That’s fine, he thought. She could be there to learn the news of Sadie’s pregnancy when he did, if she didn’t know already.
When he burst into the cabin, Sadie and Ada looked up with matching surprised expressions. “Wade!” Sadie exclaimed. “Is everything all right?”
“Yes,” he assured her. “I hurried home because you wanted to discuss something, and I left before you could.” He flashed Ada a smile. “Hello, sweetheart. How was your journey?”
Ada grinned and stood. “My journey was fine, thank you.” She glanced at Sadie. “I know you two have something to talk about. I’ll be outside.”
“You don’t have to leave,” Wade protested, but Ada was already halfway out the door.
Sadie walked to him and wrapped her arms around his neck. “How did the meeting go?”
He gave her a kiss. “Splendidly. Business is funded.”
She gasped. “That’s wonderful, Wade!”
“It is wonderful,” he agreed. “Do you have some good news to share as well? Are you with child, honey?”
Surprise flashed through her eyes before she laughed and dropped her hands from around his neck. “No.”
He was shocked to have been wrong, and more than a little disappointed, but he didn’t have time to dwell on it.
“Wait right here,” she said.
He watched with curiosity as she disappeared into the boys’ old bedroom and closed the door behind her. A moment later she reappeared, and she wasn’t alone. She walked toward Wade holding a boy’s hand. “This here is Zeke,” she said. “He needs a place to hang his hat, and I reckon we have room.”
Wade observed the child, who looked shy and uncomfortable, struggling to assimilate what Sadie was saying.
“His parents died at the hands of criminals,” Sadie continued. “And he kept running away from the orphan’s home. Ada caught him stealing a pie from her window and told him he either had to come here or she’d take him back to the home.”
Wade returned his attention to Zeke, who was scowling down at the floor. “How old are you, son?”
Zeke looked up and focused an expression of reluctant cooperation at Wade. “I’m almost fourteen. My birthday is next month.”
Wade swallowed. He could hardly believe the boy was the same age as he had been when Clyde had welcomed him into the family. Zeke looked so young, so very much like a child. It struck Wade, not for the first time, how kind and wise it had been of Clyde to insist on taking care of him.
His heart swelled with compassion for the boy who needed a family and also for his wife who wanted to give him one. “Fourteen, eh? That’s a big year,” he told Zeke with a wink. “I betcha Sadie will bake you a cake.”
“I will,” Sadie confirmed. She smiled at Wade and then at Zeke. “I’ll bake you the best birthday cake that ever was baked, and then we’ll invite the rest of the family to celebrate.”
Zeke frowned as though worried they might be pulling his leg. “Can I invite my friend Joe? He lives in Haverton.”
“Of course you can,” Wade said. “You can invite whoever you like. In fact, we’ll fill up this whole house with people to celebrate your birthday. How about that?”
A smile formed across his face. “Sounds grand.”
Wade tousled Zeke’s hair and then grabbed Sadie into a hug. He landed a kiss on her lips. “He’s right. As a matter of fact, I can’t think of anything grander.”
The End
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Amelia writes kinky romance novels containing domestic discipline, spanking, and Dominance/submission. Usually her stories involve a cowboy, and they always involve a man’s firm hand connecting with a woman’s naughty backside. She believes it’s important to tell a good story in addition to portraying hot sex and discipline scenes. For each book, she endeavors to write complex, flawed heroes and heroines who struggle, but eventually succeed, in their journey to love and happiness. A longtime lover of the written word, Amelia holds graduate and undergraduate degrees in creative writing and English. She loves to read, which allows her writing to be influenced by many different genres in addition to romance, including mystery, adventure, history, and suspense.
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