Chapter 9
Francesca
“I love it when you listen so well,” Stefan said as he moved my hair over my shoulders.
“And now, I want you to go into the bedroom.” He jerked his head toward the French doors.
“Remove your clothing, pull back the covers, and spread your legs for me. All I want you to wear are those earrings. Do you understand me, Francesca?”
I nodded and said, “Yes, Sir.”
He dismissed me, and I rose to my feet. I headed to the bedroom and walked inside.
The bed was huge.
There was even a hot tub on the right-hand side of the room. I took off my clothes and laid them carefully over a chair. I left my poor panties on the floor, though. They were soaking wet. Much like I was at the moment.
I pulled the covers down and crawled onto the soft bed. Then I lay down in the middle of it with my legs—spread.
Not long after, Stefan walked in. My eyes looked up and down his naked body. He was just as hard as when I'd left him in the living room.
“Such a good girl, Francesca. I'm impressed with how well you've listened to me. And now,” he got onto the bed and moved between my legs, “I'm going to show you how happy you've made me.” He leaned on his left arm as his right hand disappeared between us.
And.
Then.
He shoved himself inside me in one smooth motion.
We both moaned while he began thrusting—hard—in and out of me.
No warm-up.
No easing in.
Stefan just—went for it.
That wonderful, horrible ache doubled—tripled—
And then—
I couldn't believe it—
I was going to come.
Stefan had hardly been inside of me, and I was already losing control.
“Fuck, I can feel you. You're ready to come. Aren't you?” Stefan asked a question he didn’t need to. Because I was coming.
“Stefan,” I whimpered, holding onto him as he continued his frenzied pace. I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him deeper with each thrust. I wanted every inch of him. Every time. He took me higher and higher—
Until I started coming all over again.
How could this be possible? How was I coming again—when my first orgasm hadn't even finished?
I yelled out my release, squeezing Stefan's cock as he kept plunging himself into me.
And then—
He thrusted one more time and rammed himself home.
As he started coming, too.
“Fuck, give me your mouth,” he ordered. And I did.
Stefan took my mouth with his, plunging his tongue deep inside, just like he was doing with his cock.
I kissed him, trying my best to keep up while he ravaged my mouth. I whimpered, feeling completely overwhelmed. Like I was about to unravel. But Stefan was there, holding me together.
I continued pulsing around him endlessly, wondering if my orgasm was ever going to stop. It felt like we were here together, locked tight, holding on for dear life.
“Holy fuck,” Stefan said, still kissing me. My arms finally loosened around him, but my legs remained steadfastly in place. He kissed me all over my face—sweet, loving kisses.
“What—” my throat was dry, so I swallowed, “What was that?” I asked, lying here completely dumbfounded.
Stefan smiled a cocky grin down at me. “That, Francesca,” he kissed my lips, “was my wife getting off from me spanking her perfect, round ass.” He chuckled. “And me getting off just as fucking hard.” He kissed me one more time before pulling out and flopping on the bed beside me.
“Christ, Francesca. You're going to kill me if you keep this up.” He turned his head to look at me.
“I'm definitely going to have to start back on my workouts. No one would fault me for shoving my schedule to the side after marrying the most beautiful woman in the world.” His eyes gazed over my face.
“But if I don't start back to the gym, I won't be able to keep up with you.”
I hadn't seen Stefan work out. Ever. Back when he was in the hospital—and then at my apartment—he could barely walk from the bed to the bathroom.
But anyone who looked at him knew that the man worked out regularly.
“Come here,” he said, and pulled me onto his chest. “I need you close after we do—” his hand waved toward the living room, “that. Are you okay? How does your ass feel?”
I raised my head and asked, “You still owe me four spankings. I only counted to three.” Then I wondered if he was going to finish the job here in bed.
The raspy laughter from him told me I was probably wrong. His hand lazily rubbed up and down my back to my behind. “Your ass is safe. For now.” He squeezed one cheek. “You redeemed yourself. So, I cut your punishment short.”
I bit my lip and looked off to the side for a moment. “So—you're not spanking me anymore?”
Another laugh burst out of him. His hand slid up over my shoulder, and his finger touched my lips.
“With that smart mouth?” He raised his eyebrows and focused on my lips.
“I can guarantee you'll be getting a fuckload of spankings from me.” His gaze shifted to my eyes.
“But not right now. You served your time.” Then his fingers tenderly pushed a few locks of hair over my ear.
“These look stunning on you.” He touched the earring.
I'd forgotten about them already. With all the sex, my mind had been elsewhere. “Thank you, Stefan. I really love them.” I moved up to kiss his lips. “And I love you,” I whispered, feeling my heart nearly burst.
Stefan took over the kiss. His hand held the back of my head, holding me to him. “Now that,” he grinned from ear to ear, “is the proper way to accept my gift.”
Message received.
Loud and clear.