Obsession (Sinners of New Orleans #3)

Chapter 28

TWENTY-EIGHT

Madi

“ Y ou promised me a reward if I was good.” I try to make my voice sound sultry as Adrian closes the front door behind us. Truthfully, I’ve been turned on since the moment he told my mother to shut the fuck up . No one has ever stood up for me against her. Even Sam and John would have found a more subtle way to handle the situation. But there was something wildly attractive to me about my husband shutting down the situation with words as sharp as hers.

Husband.

That title is starting to grow on me.

“I did.” Adrian takes off his suit jacket, tossing it over the back of the couch. “Do you think you behaved well tonight, princess?” he asks me as his fingers reach for the cuffs of his white shirt, slowly rolling the material to expose his forearms.

I lick my lips. “Yes.”

“You did get into a bit of a fight, though, no?” His head tilts, one eyebrow lifting with the question we both know the answer to.

I pout. “It wasn’t my fault.”

That makes Adrian chuckle as he switches to cuffing the other sleeve. “Not your fault.” he repeats with a sly smile. “But still, bratty girls need to be punished, don’t you think? That’s only fair.”

The idea of a punishment has me flushing, my stomach swirling with excitement.

I nod.

“Words, princess. Tell me you want to be punished for being such a little brat.” His sleeves are now both cuffed and he’s standing in front of me, his breath skating over my face as he makes the demand.

“I want to be punished for being such a little brat.” I exhale the words. All thoughts are exiting my brain, too focused on the present moment, of what awaits me.

Adrian grins. “Good girl.”

Heat blossoms in my stomach at his praise. Somewhere in the last month, I’ve become an addict for it. I never thought I’d crave someone’s touch the way I do Adrian’s. And I definitely never thought I’d want to be punished. But then again, Adrian’s punishments always come with a reward.

Adrian wastes no time as his hand comes around the back of my neck, fisting my hair and holding me in place. I suck in a breath. His face is a mere inch from mine. I can smell his cologne, a mixture of sandalwood and citrus blended with the faded scent of the cigar.

“The first time I spanked you, I took it easy on you, didn’t I?”

“Yes,” I breathe.

“I’m not going to be gentle tonight, princess.”

It’s on the tip of my tongue to tell him not to be gentle with me, but the second I open my mouth, his crashes against mine in a bruising kiss. One hand holds me in place while the other snakes around my waist to pull me into him until I can feel his erection pressing against my stomach. My arms wrap around him, wanting this closeness.

And then he breaks the kiss, spinning me around and pushing me until I’m bent over the back of the couch. My dress makes for easy access, allowing Adrian to flip up the skirt and expose the white lace panties I’m wearing.

“Fuck,” he growls. “You’ve been teasing me all day with this dress, wife. ” The way he says wife so possessively sends a tingle of excitement down my spine. Fingers grip around my panties and he tugs back. I gasp as the material tears beneath his fingertips and he tosses the scrap of lace to the side.

“Reach forward, hold on to the cushion,” Adrian orders, and my hands move, reaching to grab the edge of the cushion. “Good girl,” he purrs as he rubs a palm over my now exposed flesh. “I’m going to enjoy teaching you this lesson, princess.”

For a moment, I don’t feel him, as his hands leave my body. But then I hear the clink of his belt buckle being undone and the swish of the leather being pulled from his pants. Fuck. I know from the last time he used his belt how badly that hurt.

“Wait-” I push against the cushions to stand, but Adrian is quicker, as his palm finds my back and pushes me down.

“Stay in place,” he orders.

I gulp. I can’t see what he’s doing, but the threat of the belt terrifies me and simultaneously has my clit throbbing with need.

Slowly, he drags the leather over the curve of my ass. A shiver rolls over me at the gentle feeling, knowing in a few moments that it will be replaced with nothing but pain.

“Please,” I whimper.

“What do you think the lesson is here, Madi?” His voice is low and sensual.

“I-I- don’t know!”

“Arguing is beneath you, pretty girl.” For emphasis, he pulls his hand back, and when it comes down, the leather strikes against my flesh. I yelp, my reaction to jump up, but Adrian’s palm is there, pushing me back down as I shake from the feeling of that first strike.

“Next time, you wait for me. Right?”

“Right!” I nod in agreement. “Please, just fuck me!” I shout, trying to wiggle my hips away from the belt.

“Fucking is a reward, princess. You have to earn it first.”

The belt pulls back and strikes again, and then again. I scream and whine with each one, but it doesn’t stop my husband. He keeps going until there’re tears leaking from my eyes and the only word I’m saying is a desperate please on repeat.

“Did you learn your lesson?” Adrian asks me, his palm soothing the reddened flesh.

“Yes!”

“Mhm.” He leans in, swiping the hair from my face and kissing me with tenderness. “Yeah, baby girl? I’m not sure I heard you say you’re sorry, though. Maybe a few more?”

“No!” I shout. “I’m so sorry. I learned my lesson. I’ll never fight again. Next time, I’ll get you.”

I can feel Adrian smile against my neck. “Good girl,” he whispers, and the praise sends a zap of pleasure between my legs. “Should I kiss it better now?”

“Please,” I mewl.

Adrian drops to his knees, spreading my legs farther apart. I can feel how wet I am, the arousal dripping down my thigh.

“Oh, princess.” Adrian swipes a finger through my slit, gathering my arousal. “You love being punished, don’t you?”

I can’t answer. Can’t breathe as he uses his finger to drag my wetness to my clit, teasing me softly. I need more.

“Answer me.” His free hand smacks down on my already abused ass.

“Yes!” I yelp.

“What a good little slut,” he murmurs before his head dips between my thighs and his tongue drags along my slit.

I should hate being called a slut, but it only seems to make me wetter. Adrian continues to play with me, alternating between lapping at my clit and thrusting his fingers inside me. I’m panting, shaking as I grip the cushions and beg him to make me come.

“Fine,” he says finally. “Since you’ve been such a good little slut, come on my tongue and then I’ll fuck you until I fill you up. Is that what you want?”

“Yes! Please!” I feel desperate in my need for him.

He delivers on his promise, sucking on my clit until I see stars in the back of my eyes. I’m still panting when he thrusts inside of me, his finger finding my sensitive bud and pinching.

“I want you to come again, wife . I want you to come on my cock while I fuck you silly. Can you do that for me?”

“Y-yes!”

Adrian thrusts inside me mercilessly, his finger stroking my clit until I’m screaming his name again.

“That’s it, baby. Come again for me like a good little slut.”

Fireworks replace my nerve endings as I come again, and this time I can feel Adrian grunt as he releases inside me. And when I finally open my eyes, his release drips down my thighs.