by Stella Moore
He slipped the ring on her finger and stood, sweeping her into his arms and crushing his lips to hers. Grinning, Elisa broke the kiss and looked up at him. “Does this mean I get a second wedding?”
“How about a second honeymoon instead?” he replied, slipping his arm under her knees to carry her across the threshold.
“I suppose that works. What about the rest of my punishment?”
“Tomorrow’s soon enough. I need you.”
Love for him swept over her, and for a moment she was certain she might cry. In the bedroom, he set her on her feet, and this time it was her kneeling in front of him. Ravenous for him, she reached for his belt buckle. The memory of the whipping he’d given her with that very belt made her insides quiver as she undid the buckle and then the snap on his jeans. As much as she truly despised the belt, the memory of his complete and merciless control over her now had her soaking wet.
When he was naked, she wrapped her hand around him, stroking him. She loved the feel of him, that velvety softness over the hard length. The taste she could take or leave, but the power of knowing that she had him under her spell? That she craved like a drowning man craved air. Looking up at him, their eyes locked, she slowly took him in her mouth. She used her mouth and her tongue to give him pleasure the way he’d taught her. Swirling her tongue around the tip of his cock as it danced under her torture, then carefully taking him in until he bumped the back of her throat.
After a dozen years together, she knew when he was on the brink. She used that knowledge to her advantage, bringing him to the edge before backing off again. He allowed her to play for a long while, until her jaw ached, before fisting his hand in her hair and pulling her off of him.
“Enough,” he growled, hauling her to her feet and pushing her down onto the bed. In a blink, he’d ripped her leggings from her and buried himself in her wet heat.
Elisa gasped and arched under him, her hands digging into his arms. The raging pleasure took her by surprise, and she came with a loud cry as he took her, ravaging her body for his own pleasure.
When he’d followed, emptying himself into her with a hoarse cry of his own, they stared at each other for a moment before bursting into laughter.
“Jesus, that was like being in college again,” Paul said, lowering himself to the bed next to her, curling his body around hers.
“Yeah, except you lasted a lot longer back then. Ow!” Elisa laughed at the swat to her backside and snuggled into his embrace.
“There’s more where that came from, brat.”
“Promises, promises,” Elisa said with a giggle, earning herself another swat. “Hey! That really does hurt!”
“If you’re nice to me the rest of the night, I’ll kiss it and make it all better.”
Elisa wiggled around so she could face him. “I’ve missed you. Even before the trial, things were… different. With us.”
“I know.” Paul brushed a lock of hair away from her face, and she saw the flash of grief in his eyes. “Work was just starting to get crazy, and then Penny went and got herself kidnapped. I wanted to give you some time to deal with that, and I was distracted. I won’t let it happen again.”
“I’m just happy to have you back. Can we eat now? I’m starving.”
The next morning Elisa found herself kneeling on the large ottoman in the living room, her bottom high in the air as she awaited the first stroke of the cane. She’d tried to weasel her way out of it, had even stooped to trying to seduce her way out of it, but her husband was back to his old self, which meant he would not be swayed.
“Three sets of two for three separate transgressions. Ready, little bird?”
Ready or not, he was going to start. “Yes, sir,” she replied quietly.
The first stroke bit into her skin, a straight line of agony that burned and ached at the same time. Elisa inhaled sharply, then let the breath out again slowly. The second stroke fell just below the first, and a familiar pressure began to build in her chest.
“When you are being punished, you will obey every order I give you without arguing. Do you understand, Elisa?”
“Yes, sir,” she said with a whimper. The third stroke landed above the first, and she moaned at the fresh, biting pain. The fourth was higher yet, and she heard a high, keening wail. It took her a moment to realize the sound had come from her.
“You will not roll your eyes, backtalk or otherwise act disrespectfully towards me. Especially when you are being disciplined. Understood?”
“Y-yes, sir,” Elisa replied, her voice trembling with the effort to hold back the tears.
At the fifth stroke, she lost the battle and began weeping, burying her face in the ottoman. She barely noticed the sixth, or that Paul had spoken, until he repeated himself.
“What were the last two for, Elisa?”
“Sw-swearing,” she sobbed.
“I know I’ve let you get away with a lot recently, but that ends now. Understood?”
“Yes, s-sir.”
“Good girl. You’re done, baby. You can get up now.”
She stood and threw herself into his arms, sobbing against his chest as he stroked her back and murmured soothingly. Her bottom felt like one gigantic bruise and she doubted she’d sit comfortably for the next few days. But the ache in her heart was gone, and she wouldn’t trade that for anything.
Epilogue
Elisa’s eyes popped open and she grinned when she remembered what day it was. Rolling over, she was surprised to see that Paul’s eyes were wide open and a small smile tilted the corner of his lips. “Merry Christmas, little bird,” he said, pulling her close.
Elisa pouted playfully. “No fair. I wanted to say it first.”
Paul chuckled and nuzzled her neck. “What happens to little girls who pout?”
Her pout transformed into a mischievous grin. “You can spank me later. Presents now.” Rolling out of bed, she raced for the living room and knelt by the tree, waiting impatiently for Paul to join her.
In her lap, she clutched the present she’d been waiting three weeks to give him. It had nearly killed her not to spill the beans. She couldn’t wait to see the look on his face when he opened it.
After what seemed like forever, he finally made his way into the living room and stood by the entryway to the kitchen, grinning at her. “I’m going to make some coffee. Want some?”
“Paul!”
Laughing, he knelt by the tree with her. “All right, Ms. Impatient. Here.” He pulled a large box out from under the tree and held it out to her.
They traded packages and she watched anxiously as he carefully unwrapped the package. It always drove her crazy the way he slowly and methodically unwrapped presents. She was fairly certain he did it on purpose because he knew she couldn’t stand it. Halfway through, he looked up and raised an eyebrow. “Open your present, little bird.”
Rolling her eyes, Elisa tore into the wrapper and opened the plain white box to find an adorable little bikini. Little was the key word, as the scraps of fabric didn’t leave much to the imagination. Confused, she lifted the material out of the box and held it up. “This is the most random thing you’ve ever gotten me.”
“There’s more.”
Setting the bikini aside, she moved the tissue paper out of the way. Her jaw dropped when she saw what the tissue had concealed. “Fiji?” she squeaked, looking up.
But Paul wasn’t listening to her. He’d finally gotten to his own present, and he was staring down at the contents with a look of pure shock on his face. When he finally looked up, the storm of emotions on his face made her heart swell.
“Are you serious?” he asked, his voice barely a whisper.
Elisa nodded, suddenly unable to speak.
“How,” he paused, and she watched muscles in his throat flex before he continued. “How far along are you?”
“Eight weeks. I found out right after we got home from the cabin. It’s why I’ve been sleeping so much.”
Shoving the box aside, he pulled her into his lap. Sh
e felt him shudder as his arms tightened around her. Tears streamed down her cheeks as he rocked her. “I hope you like it. There’s a strict no return policy,” she said teasingly.
“I couldn’t have asked for anything better.” When he pulled away, he was grinning like a fool. “You’re going to be the best mommy ever.”
“And you’re going to be the best daddy. Hey, what are you doing?” she asked, laughing as he gently lay her down on her back under the tree.
“Opening the rest of my presents,” he said with a grin as he pulled her pajama bottoms down her legs.
Her laughter turned to gasps of pleasure, and she found herself agreeing with his earlier words. She couldn’t have asked for anything better.
The End
Stella Moore
Nestled somewhere in the Southeastern United States you can usually find Stella curled up on her couch with her tablet, a blanket (because even during a southern summer, she's freezing) and a glass of wine. If she isn't writing or tweaking her newest work, she's glued to a book. Romance, suspense, thrillers, Stella loves a little bit of everything.
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