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"You are intentionally swaying the conversation from the reason for this spanking. You will not put yourself in danger."

Each word of the sentence was punctuated by a hard spank.

I gripped the quilt tightly as the sting settled in and turned to heat. After one last spank, Wiley smoothed his hand over my sore bottom. "There. Have you learned your lesson?"

I wasn't contrite, not in the least. While I found his point valid, his punishment did not make me reasonable. "Will you stop meeting women in brothels?"

"This brothel? Once word spreads that my wife came and shared her ire, I won't be able to show my face here again."

I narrowed my eyes at him. The nerve of the man! "You spanked me for following you to a brothel so no other woman could have you and that's your response?" I started to move off the bed but he stopped me.

"No, my response is this." He slipped his fingers past my sore bottom and between my thighs to slip inside of me. When I groaned, he continued. "I love that you're possessive and so my fierce bride shall have a reward. For while this pussy belongs to me, my cock is yours, sweetheart."

I arched my back like a cat, pushing my hips back into the movements of his hand, making his fingers plunge deeper. "Wiley!" I cried, knowing now how the pleasure filled me and filled me until I overflowed.

"My cock is yours," he repeated. "Of that you should have no doubt."

I glanced at him over my shoulder. He grinned, showing off straight white teeth. He was so handsome and when he smiled, it was almost breathtaking. His hair was tousled and he appeared quite pleased with himself. His was quite adept and both of us most definitely reaped the benefits. "From the look on your face, you don't believe me, but I think we'll both enjoy proving those words."

It didn't take me long to come again, this time I screamed and the ladies in the kitchen must have heard. While his cock had been so big and thick and filled me so deeply, Wiley's fingers moved at a gentle, leisurely pace and were able to curl and rub over hidden, secret places inside of me.

"Yes, it feels so good," I moaned, collapsing down onto the bed and catching my breath.

Wiley stood, naked and incredible looking, to grab his clothes.

"That scream certainly redeemed my manhood," he told me and I tossed a pillow at him. He ducked and grinned again. "Now we may leave the room."

"Oh?" I asked. I was content to remain abed, although my bottom stung.

"You wish to spend the night in a brothel, sweetheart?"

I shook my head from the languorous feelings that made me so relaxed and sated. I did not wish to remain in a brothel, especially when I knew Ethel would most likely be returning. While I might be wanton and brazen, I did not need another confrontation with the woman; Wiley had fucked any reasoning out of my head.

"I believe your dress is still worthy for wear." His voice was scratchy and rough, yet deep and surprisingly soothing.

"Why would it not be wearable?" I asked.

"You had your hand on my cock, Piper. I could not be held accountable for my actions in my haste to strip you bare and make you mine."

I climbed into the garment and began doing up the buttons, which seemed to be all intact, Wiley watching me the entire time. "One of these days I will not show as much restraint at the start," he growled.

His words had my inner walls clenching. "Promise?"

He came over to me and stroked the back of his knuckles down my cheek. "Oh, I promise, sweetheart."

"What did the ladies at the brothel tell you?" Wiley asked, taking over doing up the buttons on my dress. The feel of his knuckles brushing over my breasts had me losing focus.

"They told me how to rub your...cock so you liked it." My cheeks were on fire and I looked at the buttons of his shirt.

His hands paused which had me glancing up at him. "You will have to show me later. My question was about Miss Carter. What did they tell you about her?"

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y cheeks reddened even further at the misunderstanding. "Oh, um...she used to work there with them, but left about six months ago. They couldn't say exactly, but it was winter. They believe she headed to Carey."

Once all the buttons were done up, he tapped the tip of my nose. "Then we're off to Carey."


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