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Chapter 29

Would you punish me, Dane?

My tongue turned into a blob of gelatin at those words, and it was a long moment before I could speak. “You want me to… punish you? Like a spanking?”

She lowered her chin. “You don’t have to.”

With two fingers, I lifted her chin right the fuck back up. “You look me in the eyes, Eden. Never be ashamed to ask your husband for any goddamn thing you need because I’ll give it to you.” I kissed her on the nose. “Do you need a spanking to feel better about wanting me?”

Her lips barely quirked up at the corners, and I could feel the tension leave her body. “Yes, I want you to spank me and then fuck me.”

Seriously, I almost came like a thirteen-year-old with a bottle of lotion and a nudie mag. I somehow managed to hold onto my control and pulled Eden tightly against me, tucking her head beneath my chin.

“Good girl, baby,” I murmured, burying my face in her hair. “Tonight, okay?”

“Okay,” she agreed, though my dick thought the delay was wholly unnecessary.

We both had a glass of white wine with our pasta dinner. An anticipatory tension congealed in my gut, and Eden’s fidgeting fingers told me she felt it too. I had hoped the wine would relax us both.

“We don’t have to do this,” I assured her, reaching out and tucking the lilac strand of hair behind one of her ears.

She looked surprised, her eyes widening. “You don’t want to?”

“Eden,” I said sternly, “I’m struggling not to pop a boner every time I think about painting your gorgeous little ass red. Of course I want to. I’ve been sitting here trying to picture the most unsexy thing I could think of to control things down south.”

Amused, she propped an elbow on the table and rested her chin in her palm. “And what did you come up with?”

“Will Ferrell in his Elf costume,” I replied flatly, earning me a laugh. Her posture relaxed, and she stopped fidgeting with the napkin on her lap.

“I want to. I read that spanking can relieve negative emotions, stress, and responsibility. I think I need to release whatever is holding me back from being normal.”

I quirked an eyebrow, my voice stern when I asked, “What is it Lilibet says about being normal?” Eden still talked to the psychiatrist once a week.

She sighed. “That normalcy is a spectrum, not a pinpoint.”

“Exactly. You’ve been through different shit than others, so your normal will look different from theirs.”

“The Dark Lord is always so wise,” she teased.

I rose and kissed the top of her head. “And don’t you forget it. I’ll do the dishes. You go take a shower. Wear the white lace panties and nothing else.”

Then I picked up our plates and left her sitting at the ash-gray wooden dining table.

After taking a quick shower in one of the other bathrooms, I walked into our bedroom with a white towel around my waist, my eyes roving over the bed to find that Eden wasn’t there yet. I smiled, hearing her moving around in the bathroom. She always took longer than me, mostly because I washed and got the fuck out while she pampered her skin with lotions and potions.

Not that I was complaining. Her skin was always like silk, and she smelled like a snack. I’d gotten her some honey-vanilla lotion from the same company that made her body wash, and I secretly used it on my face and beard so her scent was with me while I was at work.

My hand brushed over the white padded headboard, my fingers falling into the dimples made by the tiny white buttons that pressed in and formed a pretty pillowy surface. It was almost exactly the same as the one in Jamie and Robert’s house. I’d talked to Lilibet about the move, and when she suggested that it might be a good idea for Eden to have a familiar bed, I ordered it immediately.

My wife wanted new covers though, and when she’d chosen a dark-teal duvet and cream sheets, I agreed. The color palette was soothing, with small lilac accents around the room… a lamp… a glass vase… a couple abstract pictures we’d found at a local gallery.

Walking around the large space, I flicked on each of the turtle nightlights and turned the overhead light down low just in time for Eden to emerge from the bathroom. She was goddamn stunning in her simple white lace panties and nothing else. Steam from her shower spilled out from behind her, making her look like the most alluring angel ever created.

Crossing her arms over her bare breasts, she stopped in her tracks and blushed. I strode slowly to her, gently pulling her arms away before sliding my hands down her arms and gripping her hands.

“Don’t cover yourself in front of me,” I ordered, softening the command with my lips on hers. Her fingers twisted between mine, and she opened for me, accepting my tongue into her mouth. Releasing one of her hands, I swept my fingers around her side and up and down her spine.

Goosebumps peppered her dewy skin at my touch, and she whimpered into my mouth. “Dane.”

“I’m here, baby,” I assured her, pressing my palm into the small of her back, needing that soft, beautiful body snug against mine. The hardening of her nipples inspired some hardening of my anatomy as well, just a bit lower. “Are you sure this is what you want?” I asked against her lips.

Eden pulled back and tilted her face up to mine. “Yes.” It was a simple, brief reply, but it was filled with determination, delivered with her gaze confidently meeting mine.

I trailed my hand up her back and cradled the side of her neck. “We’re going to use the traffic light system. If you’re okay, your color is green. If I need to slow down, yellow, and if you need me to stop, say red. Do you understand?”

“I understand,” she replied, her tone resolute.

Taking her hand, I led her across the wood plank floor and sat on the edge of the bed with her standing between my spread thighs. I took a moment to worship her, take in her scent, taste her skin. My mouth roamed over her abdomen, kissing her stomach and nibbling lightly at her breasts while my hands traced each supple curve.

“You’re so warm. So sweet,” I murmured, circling her belly button with my tongue before placing a kiss on that adorable divot. “I want you to bend over my lap, one hand on the floor and one on my leg for support.”

She did, her right hand clutching my calf while her other one rested palm down on the floor. Beginning at the top of her spine, I dragged a single finger down it, counting each bump until I reached the top of her white panties. The lace had an iridescent sheen and practically glowed like my own personal beacon in the dim light of our bedroom.

Hooking my fingers in the waistband, I worked them down over her hips until they rested around her thighs. I could have taken them all the way off, but there was something so motherfucking sexy about seeing her with those sweet panties halfway down, the globes of her ass round and exposed for my hand.

“Beautiful,” I whispered, stroking a palm over each one. She wiggled, and I placed my forearm protectively over her mid-back. “I’m not doing this to hold you down, just to keep you from sliding off. I’ll move it immediately if you need me to.”

“Okay,” she breathed, and I could sense her anticipation was as thick as mine, like an autumn fog that coated everything in its path.

Holding my breath, I spanked her right butt cheek, not hard enough to hurt, and she gasped. “Color?” I asked, soothing the area with my palm.

Eden replied without pause. “Green.”

Nodding to myself, I delivered a matching spank to the left side and watched the softest of pinks appear on her skin. It was so pretty, but I wanted to turn it a few shades darker.

“I’m going to tell you what to say, and you say it,” I commanded. “Understood?”

“Yes,” she breathed.

Drawing back my hand, I spanked her right side again—a little harder this time—and watched the outline of my handprint bloom. My dick ached at the sight. “It’s okay to want to fuck my husband.”

I could hear the smile in her voice when she said, “It’s okay to want to fuck my husband.”

Jesus, my cock almost spontaneously combusted at those words. I delivered a matching blow to her other cheek. “I can trust my husband,” I said, my voice gritty. She repeated my words as I rubbed the redness on her pretty ass before slapping her right side again, this time a little harder. “I’m a good girl.”

My eyes were laser focused on her exposed pussy, and I almost groaned when her desire dripped from her. She was as turned on as I was. “I’m a good girl,” she said on a shaky breath.

“Last one,” I informed her. My hand came down on her left cheek, leaving my mark on her. “I’m perfect.”

She didn’t repeat the words, instead gripping my leg even tighter. “No one is perfect, Dane.”

Leaning down to kiss the middle of her spine, I reworded. “Okay, let’s try this. I’m perfect for my husband.”

Her voice was so quiet, I almost didn’t hear it. “I’m perfect for my husband.” The last word cracked on a sob, and I flipped her over, cradling her in my arms and holding her against my chest. I rocked her for a long time as she cried, wetting my chest with her tears.

Finally, I asked, “Are you okay?”

She nodded, nuzzling her face into my neck. “I feel better.” Her butt was between my legs, and the grind of her hips shifted my towel until it loosened. With her pussy warm against my inner thigh I felt the spread of her wetness on my flesh. When she lifted her head, I swiped the tears away from her face with tender strokes.

“What do you need now?”

“You,” she replied, and I wasted no time, immediately shifting until my back was against the padded headboard, completely shedding my towel until I was naked. The panties were still down around her thighs, impeding her from spreading her legs, so I ripped them off and tossed them on the floor. She gasped but her eyes met mine with a fierce blue blaze.

“Then take me, wife. I’m all yours.”

Eden rose on her knees and straddled me, taking my length in her hand and using the tip of me against her clit. “Goddddd,” she moaned, tilting her head back as she worked me against her hot button. “I could come just like this.”

I clutched the hair at her nape and pulled her head forward until we were nose to nose. “No, you come with your cunt wrapped around my cock or not at all,” I growled, lifting my hips in invitation.

She gasped, eyes widening for a split second before they hooded with desire. Then she notched herself on the head of my erection and rotated her hips in tiny circles, coating me with her slickness. On a sigh, she slid down my dick a couple inches, and her pretty lips parted.

I was fucking hooked even though I was barely inside her. My eyes fell to her mouth and watched her tongue toying with that tiny scar on her bottom lip. With a mind of its own, my ass lifted off the mattress and took her fully, pulling a grated sound from the back of my throat.

“Goddamn, you’re tight.”

The most beautiful flush of pink rushed up Eden’s chest and neck until her cheeks were rosy. “Penis,” she breathed as she stretched around me. “So. Much. Penis.”

Chuckling, I lapped at her lips with my tongue. “You can take me, Wildcat.” Then I breached her mouth, taking it in a long, hot kiss where our tongues tangled around each other. My wife’s hands trailed over my shoulders and into my shoulder-length hair, twisting around the strands until she had a firm grip.

Then, with our mouths sealed together, she began to ride me. Our sounds melded together, both of us lost in the pleasure of raw, carnal fucking as Eden set a seductive rhythm. I gripped her with both hands, my thumbs resting on the front of her hips.

When she pulled her lips from mine, her eyes were glazed in arousal. “Yes, Dane. I like when you touch me right there.”

Our lips were separated by only an inch, and we shared each other’s air as our bodies moved together in an age old cadence of lust and need, each of us giving and taking.

I angled my head, kissing her bottom lip before sucking that little scar into my mouth for a second. “Fuck me like you hate me, Wildcat.” Making my way across her cheek, I bit her earlobe and whispered, “But I think we both know you don’t.”

Her hips jerked, and her fingers tightened in my hair to the point of pain, but I reveled in it because she began moving with a furious pace, taking my length like she was made for me. She whimpered and panted as I feasted on the side of her neck, my teeth sinking into the soft flesh and leaving my mark over and over. All the while, my thumbs stroked the tender spots on the front of her hips because she said she liked it. And if my wife liked something, I was goddamn well going to give it to her.

She was so wet, her juices dripping down my balls, and I felt her tightening around me. I knew she was about to explode even before she cried, “I’m… coming.”

“Yessss,” I hissed, fucking up into her without an ounce of finesse, but Eden was taking every thick inch of me without complaint. We were nothing more than animals as we both neared our climaxes, needy beasts who were sating their most primal desires. “Squeeze my cock in that tiny pussy of yours, baby girl. Give me everything you got.”

Eden threw her head back, arching until her perfect tits were right in my face. I took full advantage, wrapping my lips around one nipple and sucking in hard, quick pulls. Her body shuddered into an orgasm that threatened to break my dick in two.

While my mouth moved to her other breast, I kept my eyes cast upward, watching her, and I swear on everything holy, I’ve never seen a more breathtaking sight than Eden in the throes of her release.

Skin flushed and slightly mottled. Full lips parted. Eyes closed. Neck taut and bearing bruises from my mouth. She looked wild and free and goddamn gorgeous.

I was fucking barely hanging onto my own control, my body trembling with the effort to wait until she was done. When her trembling subsided, she tilted her head down and met my eyes with soft blue ones. Her pussy was still fluttering around my length when she gave me a deep grind.

“Your turn,” she announced, swirling those sexy hips again, letting me feel every tight inch of her.

My gaze flicked down to the small implant in her upper arm, the one she’d gotten a month ago to help with her periods. “Can I come inside you?”

The lines of her face were soft and content, and she kissed the corner of my mouth. “Yes. I trust my husband.”

That statement undid me, and I lost my shit, holding her hips with bruising force as I pistoned up into her. My voice held every ounce of strain my body was feeling.

“Fuck, Eden. You have the most perfect pussy. Made for me.” On a groan, I spilled into her, bare inside a woman for the first time ever. Nothing had ever felt more right.

After a few minutes of cuddling, I carried her into the bathroom so she could take a post-coital pee while I cleaned up and picked up a small bottle. Back in our bedroom, I turned her onto her stomach and smoothed lotion all over her backside.

She smelled so fucking good, like sex and honey, and I ran my nose all over her ass before spreading her cheeks and slipping my face between her legs. She gasped when I flicked my tongue over her back entrance.

“What are you doing, Dane?”

“Cleaning my wife.” I lowered my focus. “One more,” I begged, softly licking her clit.

This orgasm took a little longer, but I was patient, reveling in the taste of our combined releases and the rocking of her body against my mouth as she relaxed and sought more.

I devoured every drop of her before leaving wet kisses up her spine. Eden collapsed into a lump of sexy sweetness on the mattress, and I stretched out beside her, rubbing her back as she laid her cheek on the sheet so I could see her satiated smile.

“Will you hold me?” she asked.

My hand swept her sweat-damp hair from her forehead. “Of course.”

Then, to my surprise, she turned her back to me and pulled my arm around her waist. One of my hands went automatically to her breast as she did a cute backward butt-snuggle against my groin, settling her small, warm body against my big one.

And for the first time, my wife was the little spoon. All night long.

With no nightmares.