It was what needed to happen.
I was as much at blame as the woman before me, the woman I’d married.
From the first night, I’d been too soft on Emma, too lenient. I should have punished her after she put herself in danger. I should have quelled her show of power last night.
I didn’t.
I’d allowed her to do to me what Leon described. I was bewitched by Emma’s beauty, taken with her company, enthralled with her conversation, and completely spellbound by her body.
The power she had over me was my doing.
It was time for that to end.
This afternoon would remind Emma of her boundaries.
Her toes strained as she slowly obeyed, one hand and then the other. Her weight was balanced on the hard table, her breasts flattened, as her fingers grasped her own flesh, revealing both of her holes.
I refused to acknowledge the tears pooling on the table’s surface or the way she gasped for breath. This wasn’t a time to concede. Instead of recognizing her discomfort, using my fingers, I swiped Emma’s essence up and around her tight ring.
She flinched, but with no place for her to go, she was a captive to my ministrations.
A grin came to my lips as I repeated the exercise one more time, applying a bit more pressure. Hell, her pussy was tight, but her ass would be like a vise to my cock. Her breathing shuddered and more tears fell. Using my thumb, I pressed a little harder.
Emma’s fingers blanched as she maintained her position.
As much as I would enjoy pushing myself through that tight barrier, today wouldn’t be the first time I took her ass. Today’s lesson was in hierarchy, not as a cause to justify my wife’s hatred. She’d have enough reasons for that as the years passed.
“Where should I fuck you?” I dipped my fingers into her pussy and then ran them around the ring again. “Last night you were ready to exercise your newfound power as Mrs. Ramses. Tell me now, who decides where my cock goes?”
“Why are you doing this?”
Releasing her hair, I pressed upon her lower back and brought my cock to her ass.
Emma gasped as I applied pressure.
“Answer me,” I growled.
From Emma’s position, I was able to see only one side of her face. Her blue eye peered back as best it could. Instead of fear or submission, the blue swirled with determination and anger. “Do it, Rett.” Her tone grew stronger with each word. “If this is some macho display because I threatened your manhood last night, fine, fuck me. Take my ass. Show me what a big man you are. Congratulations, you can overpower a woman, one you vowed to marry. Do it.” More tears fell as her eye closed.
Fuck.
“Move your hands back to the table, Emma.”
“You’re a dick.”
I had the urge to laugh at her assessment. The impulse was totally out of place, but it was there. I whispered close to her ear. “Yes, sweetheart, it’s my dick you’re going to get.” I moved each of her hands to the table’s edge. “Now, hold on.”
If Emma didn’t do as I instructed and grip the table, her hips would bruise on the table’s edge. Marking her in that way wasn’t my goal. I enjoyed the perfection of her skin. My objective was to mark her in places unseen, deep in her psyche so she obeyed without hesitation and submitted when it went against her every instinct.
As soon as Emma gripped the edge of the table, I slid inside her—her pussy. It was fucking heaven. The friction grew as I lifted her hips and continued my surge.
With each thrust, I concentrated on the way her core tightened around me.
I’d fucked up, but I wasn’t going to stop until she came apart. Emma needed to learn that I was in control of all things, including her orgasms. She’d learn to obey and in return, I would lead her to pleasure like she’d never known. And when she didn’t do as I said, she’d be punished.
Her eyes closed as she lay unmoving, taking everything I gave.
Even with our short history, we’d been together too many times for me not to recognize her current ploy.