Chapter Thirteen #3
That was not what they expected to hear based upon the looks on their faces, but the entire place went dead silent at Charlie’s outburst.
“Um, you know I’ve never seen you jealous before.
I’m not sure what I think of it. But screaming at the whole bar while holding up my ring finger was probably a bit much.
Don’t ya think?” I cocked a brow, waiting to hear what those lips would spew next, hoping and praying it didn’t escalate past us.
“Hmph, think what you want, but you’re mine.” He grabbed the back of my neck and crashed our lips and teeth together in a kiss that was full of nothing but possession and potential veneers to replace the broken ones.
When he’d finished staking his claim, I massaged my lips, trying to get the feeling back in them. “I think you need a nap. Or a spanking?”
“I’ll take option B, Daddy.” He signed the slip for our meals, grabbed his stuff and my hand, and nearly dragged me out of the cantina.
Not a word was said on the way back to our room, Charlie was clearly livid over something he shouldn’t be bothered by. “Slow down, you’re being ridiculous,” I said as we reached our cabana.
He slammed the door shut, pushed me against it and cupped my balls with such ferocity it took my breath away. “This is mine, don’t ever forget it.”
I nodded, stunned by his possessive display, but was oddly turned on by it at the same time. My fucking dick sprung to life, betraying my need to tell him how childish he was being by getting turned on.
“Hmm, somebody has a bit of submissive in them.” He stroked me through my swim shorts. “I want you out of these trunks and in our bed. Now.” With one final stroke, he turned, stripped out of his suit and wandered into the bedroom.
He need not tell me twice. I slid them down, damn near tripping over them in my haste to chase his naked ass.
An ass that was about to get my handprints on it as a punishment.
Hell, who am I kidding, spanking him turns us both on so there’s no suffering in that.
And he needed to be disciplined for his outburst. How about a good edging, that should do the trick?
When I walked in, he was lying in bed, stroking himself. I slapped his hand away. “Don’t touch. Don’t speak unless I tell you to, and above all, do not come until I say so.”
His eyes widened, and he stilled.
“Good boy.” I stood there, stroking myself, and he whimpered.
“Mine,” he said, trying to replace my hand with his.
“That’s strike four. I said not to move or speak. Your first strike was the outburst at the bar. Your second was dragging me back to the room. Your third was moving and your fourth was speaking. For each strike, you get five swats,” I warned.
His cheeks reddened, his lips parted, and his eyes darkened, but he laid back down.
I sat at the edge of the bed, “Lay across my lap.” I waited until he was situated to continue.
“Now, I’m going to spank this naughty ass twenty times.
If you come before being told, that number will increase.
More swats equal more time until you’re allowed to come.
Count each one out loud for me, Charlie. ”
The first one hit with a resounding slap. He flinched but counted, “One.”
I applied four more swats to his right cheek and massaged it then switched to the left. “Your ass looks fantastic with my handprints on it.” Then I let loose with the sixth.
He jumped but kept track. “Six.”
Whack. “Seven.”
By the time seventeen came, my hand stung so badly it throbbed, and my cock was dripping. Charlie was in tears, but his erection told me he enjoyed this.
“Twenty,” he whimpered the last number.
“Ass up.”
He lifted up, that beautifully reddened ass all mine. I peppered the handprints with kisses and slid my tongue down his crack and over his entry, tracing circles around his rim, getting him nice and wet. I knew he wouldn’t last much longer.
I leaned back, spread his legs and placed his face over my groin.
“Suck.” The second my cock was in his mouth, my tongue speared him.
When full body shivers hit, I stroked his cock and he cried out.
“Finish me.” I wasn’t dominant in the bedroom often, but when I was he knew why.
“That’s it, take it all.” I unloaded down his throat and like a good boy, he swallowed it all.
Charlie dropped on the bed beside me, and I took a moment to get the feeling back in my limbs then started the shower. He was nearly asleep as I carried him into the bathroom.
He leaned back against me as I washed him. “If that’s the punishment my jealousy gets me, then I can promise you it will rear its ugly head again.”
“You know you have nothing to worry about. Ever. I’ve been yours since the day we met.”
“I know, but sometimes blatant eye-fucking gets to me.”
“I get that, but I’m not the only one who’s been eye fucked, Charlie. You get it all the time, and I take it as a compliment. They want what I have but they can’t have it.”
“I guess,” he whined.
“Babe, it’s like you said, you have the ownership papers.” That got a laugh. “Let’s take a nap before our dinner reservations at eight.”
“Dinner reservations?” he asked, “When did you have time to make those?”
“Earlier today. I’d like to take my husband out for a nice dinner date.”
We had a private dining room to ourselves that overlooked the ocean. We shared a bottle of wine and just enjoyed each other’s company. Charlie had the lobster tail while I enjoyed some of the sweetest king crab I’d had in a long while though the ones from Pike Market were damn good too.
The remainder of our honeymoon was spent rotating between relaxing and partaking in some of the events offered by the hotel.
We snorkeled and afterwards we went back to our room to go through the pictures Charlie took with the waterproof camera he’d purchased at the hotel gift shop.
We were able to identify many of the fish we had in the pictures with the help of the internet.
Moray eels, blue spotted stingrays, angel fish, clown fish, puffer fish, cuttle fish and cow fish, to name a few.
My favorite were the sea turtles that we spotted.
I was surprised at how great the pictures turned out after uploading them to our laptop.
By the end of the week, we dreaded going back to reality, but at the same time, we missed our family.