32. Chapter 32
Nate
Grace’s whimpers are sweet enough to eat, but I want more. I heighten the intensity, spacing the smacks closer, pushing her hard. Her pinkened bottom slowly goes red as her whines turn into little cries—then bigger ones.
Fucking beautiful.
She’s breathing hard, face hidden in the blankets, shoulders tense, her ass the deep, angry red I wanted to see. I could darken it further. I could do this all day after what she’s put me through.
“Don’t forget your safe phrase,” I tell her.
It’s a reminder for both of us. Because the lowest part of me wants to hear it.
Hearing ‘I love you’ fall from her lips would be the crowning glory of this moment, when I’m marking her with my bare hands.
Her thighs are clenched tight and trembling, but I can see the slippery wetness in between.
I want to run my fingers through it. I want to make her scream with pleasure as well as pain.
Not yet.
I trace her reddened skin with my fingertips, watching her shudder. She shifts, her face hidden beneath her hair. I need to make sure she’s still with me.
I let iron creep into my voice. “Look at me, Grace.”
It takes a moment, but she turns her head, eyes peeping from beneath her hair. She’s a perfect, tear-streaked mess.
“Are you okay, pretty girl?”
“Hurts,” she whispers.
“Are you ready for me to stop?” I tap the reddest spot and she gasps.
My cock jumps and I’m so tempted that I don’t stop myself from voicing my deepest desires.
“Because I could spank you forever, Grace. I could turn this skin pink, then red, then purple. I could spank you, then flog you, then fuck you.”
That snaps her back to the present. “Please don’t!”
I press my palm across her ass, holding her in place. Holding myself in check. Grace collapses, her eyes closing. I lean down, letting her feel my chest against her back.
“I want more than you just gave me, Grace.” I grip her reddened flesh a little harder, listening to her whimpers.
“I’m a greedy brute who wants to spank you to pieces, fuck you broken, then put you back together.
” I change my touch, cupping her gently.
“But I won’t. Because this was more than enough for an apology, and I can see that you need me to stop now. ”
Her frightened whimpers turn into sobs as she presses her face deeper into the mattress. I murmur approval, half-tempted to turn her over and lick her tears. I could drink in everything she’s feeling and make it my own.
Instead, I lean down further and kiss her heated skin. Her sobs cut off with a gasp as I begin exploring her, tracing the red outlines of my fingers with my tongue, then sliding slightly into the dip between her cheeks. Gently, I palm her, pulling her cheeks apart so that her exit puckers.
“N-no,” she whispers, understanding exactly where my mind is heading.
“No,” I confirm, “I promised I wouldn’t, and I won’t.
” My attention shifts downwards. “And just look at this piece of perfection, so wet and ready.” I let my fingertips trace over her labia, putting slight pressure on her clit from the sides.
She mewls and I see how aroused she really is—mouth open, lips wet, face pink.
“Eyes on me, Grace.”
I make an accounting of the emotions cascading over my girl: she’s aroused, yes, but she’s also experiencing shame, fear, and a hundred other things.
“I want to make you come.” I move my hand against her, my cock jumping when she gasps. “Do you want me to do that, love?”
“I don’t know,” she whispers.
I remove my hand, realising it’s too soon to push her further. Murmuring a quiet word of reassurance, I guide Grace up my lap so I can cuddle her close. She buries her face against my chest as I stroke her back.
“You trusted me a lot just now, Grace, do you know that?” I feel her shrug.
“You made a full, satisfying apology, and you even kept yourself from panicking when I threatened to take it further. You trusted me to stop when I said I would, even though we both knew I didn’t want to. You were so brave.”
I pet her slowly, stroking from the nape of her neck down to the top of her buttocks.
She settles against me, sighing. I’m still hard, still craving more, but this isn’t the time.
If this is going to work properly, I have to establish a pattern here and now: Grace takes what I give, then I show my appreciation.
Do I want to fuck her every single way she can be fucked?
Absolutely. Am I going to? Not right now.
So I hold her, murmuring how much I love her.
How good she is. Her breathing calms, her tears dry.
I pull away after a long time has passed. She sighs in protest, but I pat her cheek, looking into her eyes to check that her mind is settling down. We’re almost there.
“I’m going to get you something to drink, Grace,” I say, getting to my feet, “then I’m going to finish taking care of you.”
She sits up on one elbow, her long hair falling down her chest in a way that distracts me. Her eyes are mistrustful, despite how sweetly she let me hold her.
“What if I don’t want you to take care of me like—like that?”
I take her chin, forcing her to meet my eyes squarely. “I won’t force you into anything, love—unless you want me to.”
Her lips part, eyes sparking with defiance and lust, the combination that defines this woman of mine. I give her a gentle kiss before I leave her alone.
In the kitchen, I put together a home-made energy drink.
That spanking will have taken a lot out of Grace, and I want to make sure she’s feeling fully recovered and cared for.
I blend freshly squeezed lemon juice with water, manuka honey, and some magnesium powder.
Once it’s mixed, I pour it over ice, garnish it with a lemon wedge, then head back to the bedroom.
Grace is lying on her side, her fingers tracing over the covers.
She jumps a bit when I approach, emotions flickering in her eyes, contradictory and complex.
There’s yearning and shame, fear and defiance.
I want to quiet all those feelings, overrule each and every one with a strike of my hand, a lick of my tongue to find the sweetness beneath.
“What’s that?” she asks, sitting up and wincing in pain.
I want to examine the marks I’ve left, to check if she’ll bruise, but I restrain myself, positioning the glass under her chin and tilting the straw towards her lips.
“It’s something to restore your electrolytes.” She tries to take the glass, but I give a disapproving growl. “No, love. You just sit there and drink.”
Gratitude overwhelms her flickering emotions, and I feel an echoing satisfaction deep in my chest. This is what I want more than anything—more than spanking her or eating her or being inside her, I want to take care of Grace until she sees me for the husband I am. Until she means the safe phrase.
“It’s good,” she murmurs in between sips. “What’s in it? Lemon and… honey?”
“Manuka and magnesium. All the good stuff a perfect girl needs after an apology.”
She finishes the drink, the ice cubes clinking as I set the glass aside.
“Now,” I straighten up, noting how the blankets are tucked up under her chin, “have you decided if I get to make you feel good, Grace?”
She glances to the side and shrugs, refusing to answer. I put a knee on the bed, then a hand, giving her plenty of time to scoot away. She stays put, even when I’m almost on top of her.
“Because, to me, you look like a girl who doesn’t want to make a decision. And we both know,” I plant my knees beside her hips, straddling her, “I can decide for you. Shall I do that?”
She gazes up at me with wide eyes. “Yes, please.”
I savour the words for a moment, then continue.
“Here’s what’ll happen. I’m going to take these blankets off you, then I’m going to strip you bare.
After that, I’ll make you come—hard. Maybe until you pass out.
I’ll keep going until you’re dreaming of me touching you, forcing you to come over and over.
All because you are my perfect,” I lean in, kissing her neck, “gracious wife.”
Her chest heaves beneath the blankets and I start there, easing the covers down. I take my time, slowly revealing her fully clothed torso, her hands clasping the hem of her shirt, trying to hide her soaked slit. She’s blushing, but she’s not pulling away.
“Still so wet. Were you lying here remembering how good it felt to be spanked by your husband?” I move the blankets aside fully. “Maybe next time we’ll go even further. Maybe next time I’ll use my belt.”
“No!”
I allow myself a dark chuckle. “No spanking you with my belt, or no next time at all?”
She just shakes her head. I smile, pleased that her executive functioning isn’t online yet.
“I think I’ll have to decide for you when the time comes. For now, let’s get you out of these clothes so I can make sure you loved your apology as much as I did.”
Denial twists her features, but I ignore it, pulling her shirt off to reveal the camisole underneath. I leave it on, inspiration lighting my mind. She's not wearing a bra and her jeans and underwear are long gone. Now that she’s naked except for the camisole, I notice her shrinking in on herself.
Cute.
“Still so shy, even after all this time,” I murmur. “Let me see you, now. Come on, little heart.”
I coax her legs open. Grace covers her eyes with her hands as I examine her. Pursing my lips, I lean in to blow on her exposed flesh, on the wetness still trickling. She moans, an unhappy sound.
“Cold,” she whispers, her knees coming up.
I duck to the side to adjust the thermostat by the bed, turning it all the way up. “It’ll be warmer very soon.”
I retake my position between her legs and, meeting her eyes, run my fingers along her pussy.
When she moans, I gather the slickness onto my fingers then bring it to her breast, smearing the white camisole.
The fabric goes translucent, revealing Grace’s taut pink nipple.
Her chest rises and falls as I do the same to the other side, using her own juices to reveal the tip of her breast. Then, with a deviant glance into her eyes, I lean forward to press my tongue to the wetness I’ve transferred, sucking the fabric and her nipple into my mouth.
It tastes like her pussy, and I move to the other breast despite a whine from Grace.
“Nate, that—that’s a lot. The fabric and—and your tongue.”
“Poor little love.” I sit back, staring at how the dampened fabric reveals her breasts, how the cold is still making her shiver. Unable to help myself, I pull the camisole off, then I take one of her nipples into my mouth, sucking hard.
She writhes. “God, that’s—”
“A lot,” I growl, “I know, Grace. Lie down and let me have you.”
My cock weeps as she obeys, laying herself out for me. I slide down her body, admiring how pliant she’s become.
“Wh-what will you do next?” she whispers.
“Next, I’m going to take all this tension I’ve worked into you here,” I slide a hand underneath her to cup her sore ass cheek in one hand, “and I’m going to turn it to pure fucking pleasure—here.” I deliver a sharp tap to her cunt.
“No,” she gasps, “don’t hit me there!”
I grin, knowing I’ve found a tool to add to my growing arsenal.
“Why not?” I press my fingers flat against her, rubbing her clit obliquely, just the way she likes. “Afraid you’ll like it too much?”
Her jaw tenses as I pull back and tap her again, this time directly over her clit. Her legs fall open.
“Oh, yes,” I whisper, looking at her. Beneath the little thatch of hair, her pussy lips are reddish-purple, her clit peeking at me from beneath its hood. “This right here is what I want.”
“What?” she asks, her eyes glazed over.
“A perfect pussy just begging to be fucked.”
“No,” her hand comes down, hiding what I want to see, “you can’t—”
“I know, Grace,” I look into her eyes, prying her hand away. “I can’t have her. But I fucking want her. Now, instead of taking your pretty pussy,” I lean in, staring at her from beneath my brows as I get closer, “I’m going to kiss her until she comes.”
“Yes,” she whispers, the word barely a breath, but it’s more than enough.
I apply my mouth, tracing my tongue down her labia. She’s tangy and hot and messy. Grace lets out a high-pitched whine when I thrust my fingers into her. I lean back to watch her pussy pulse with her panting breaths and the pressure of my fingers. I add a third, stretching her.
“Fucking perfect,” I whisper just before I slurp her clit into my mouth, focusing the pressure from my lips on the surrounding flesh.
She bucks and I shift my free hand to squeeze her ass hard.
Grace comes, her hips rising to meet my lips, her breath stopping altogether.
She comes hard and quiet, writhing beneath me, eyes shut tight.
I pull back, working her sex with my hand as she breaks a second time.
I keep her warmth steady beneath my fingers, my other hand kneading her ass, prolonging her orgasm.
“Stop,” she sobs, and I’m surprised to see tears in her eyes, shame on her features. “I don’t want you to—to make the pain into something else, Nate.”
I look at her more closely, trying to see if this is sub drop, or something even more complicated. Her conflicting emotions haven’t quite resolved. I sit back on my heels, my hands poised on my own quads.
“It’s okay to use your apology to heighten your pleasure, Grace.” I feel myself getting hard again at the defiance creeping into her eyes. “You know what I think you need now, to bring all of this home?”
Her pupils are wide, her lips slightly parted. She’s defiant all right, but still intrigued.
“No,” she whispers.
I kiss her, thrusting my tongue into her mouth, making sure she gets a taste of her own tangy perfection.
“This cunt,” I press the outline of my cock against her, “needs a hot dose of this.”
A blush rises in her cheeks and I see the longing in her eyes. “That’s what you want.”
“Of course it is.” I grab her hands, pinning her wrists to the bed, beyond myself with the need to take her. “I love you and I need to make love to you properly. Come on, Grace. Let me in?”
She parts her thighs with a moan, and I can’t undo my trousers fast enough.
“Such an obedient wife,” I murmur, positioning myself at her entrance.
She’s gleaming with fertility and I know this is dangerous, and that makes me want it all the more.
I want to fuck the woman I’ve finally put into her place.
I want to rock my hips hard against her red, punished ass.
I want to make her mine more profoundly than ever before.
I push in partway—fucking bliss—then I look into her eyes.
Grace is crying, and not in surrender. I freeze, unsure of what’s wrong.
“Grace?”
Then she says the last thing I expect, her voice breaking: “I love you.”
My world shatters.