Page 42 of Silent Ties

The sound of his slap reverberates across the kitchen.

“Count,” he demands.

I’m too choked up, snot and tears running down my face. He slaps my ass again and my pussy clenches.

“Now.”

“O-one.”

A land blows on my other cheek, the force pushing my body across the floor.

“T-two.”Slap. “Three.” I’m on fire. “Four.”

My forehead touches the ground. I don’t care if he’ll punish me for collapsing, I can’t keep myself up by the time the spanking ends. He tugs my waist and I gasp, my mouth hanging open when he thrusts to the hilt.

“Wait!” I try to crane my neck. He’s drawn back so only his crown is inserted before ramming inside me again. “No.”

I rock forward, willing myself away from him. He grabs my waist, bringing me back to him, but doesn’t move again.

“I am not just your fuck toy. I’m your wife.”

Tears pool on the floor and maybe that’s the reason he rubs circles along my hip. My shoulders sag as I slump on the kitchen floor, the Tupperware full of cupcakes sitting on the counter.

He remains inside me, drawing circles on my back. A few seconds later, he gently moves hair off my sticky neck, his chest pressing against me, the weight a surprising comfort. My lungsclear enough that my pants become deep breaths, regulating my body.

Then, and only then, does he move. Tears leak from my eyes, but this time while my skin is warm, it’s not on fire.

I want relief.

He starts with shallow thrusts. A whimper catches in my throat causing him to thrust faster, harder, deeper. He hits a spot, over and over again. Reaching under my shirt, he moves my bra, toying with a nipple.

I cry out, throwing my head back, and his pace increases.

The heat of his hands all over me turns to pain and then I’m seizing around him.

“That’s right,” he breathes, burying himself. “Milk my cock, sweetheart.”

“Oh, God.” I try to sag to the floor again, but he won’t let me. Fingers dig into my waist, moving my body at a pace I can’t match. I am his toy I realize as he moves me however he wants. “Please,” I beg, needing it to end.

His hand slides to my clit and stars dance behind my closed eyes. He continues to jerk my hips, releasing inside me for what feels like forever.

I sag forward, his breath just as ragged in my ear. I keep my eyes closed, my teeth biting down on my lip when he moves. Cum drips down my thighs and bent over with my ass on display, he sees everything.

Except he walks away, leaving me on the kitchen floor. I think I might doze that’s how drained I am when I’m scooped up. My remaining clothes are removed and warm water settles around me, my spine relaxing against the bathtub.

He sits on the edge, tucking a brown strand of hair behind an ear. A tissue is placed on my nose. “Blow.” Demand punctuates the word, but his inflection is softer. Tears fill my eyes again because why does he have to help me blow my nose?

Taking a washcloth, he gently rubs my face, my cheeksoverly sensitive. When his hand plunges under the water, I whimper and grab his wrist.

“Let go,” he orders in a quiet voice. I close my eyes, avoiding his dark ones and he rubs my pussy, before cleaning my thighs.

When he drains the tub, I stand up. He wraps a fluffy towel around me but I can’t move. He scoops me up again and takes me to the bed. I sleep on the left side of the mattress next to the wall of windows, and he takes the side closest to the bedroom and bathroom doors.

The duvet is pushed back, the purple satin sheets smooth against my skin once he unwraps the towel. I roll on my side, facing the windows and he tucks me in. He smooths my wet hair back, but that’s it.

He doesn’t get into bed. He turns the lights off, putting me to bed like a little kid, and closing the door behind him.

I try to listen, to make sense of what he’s doing. If he’s going to come back. A keyboard sounds in the distance and I instinctively know he’s studying.