“Which island?”
“No more questions.”
Though she clamps her mouth shut, I don’t miss the way her eyes briefly flash at me.
“You’ve got a problem with that?”
Wide, innocent eyes meet mine. “Of course not, husband. I hear and obey, as we’ve already established. I took vows, and I meant them. Whatever gave you the impression otherwise?”
I narrow my eyes at her. “Hmm. Not sure. Could it be the attitude? I came here to fuck you, but maybe a good, hard spanking is the foreplay we need first.”
I take her by the elbow to escort her to the ferry. I expect she’ll behave herself now, at least for a little while, but I’m mistaken. Either she wants to call my bluff, or a part of her wants that spanking.
“Who knew getting fucked or spanked was part of ourarrangement,” she mutters sarcastically.
“Youknew, sweetheart,” I say pleasantly, as we take our seats on the ferry.
“So you’ll punish me like I’m a child?” she asks, her cheeks flushed but her eyes dancing. Kinky little hellion.
I cluck my tongue and shake my head. “You heard me.”
“I’m your wife,” she responds.
“Well aware.”
The same woman who nearly clapped her hands at cheesecake and had her entire staff wrapped around her finger in minutes pouts, actuallypouts,on the way home, complete with arms wrapped over her chest and her lower lip sticking out.
“Pouting won’t be allowed either.”
She only glowers at me.
Well, if this isn’t damn convenient. I knew I needed to train her, train her well, and train her fast, but she’s making it a lot easier for me than I expected.
“Really, now,” I say to her thoughtfully as the ferry begins the fairly quick jaunt to our private island. “There’s no way your brothers put up with behavior likethis.”
“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
“Well. We could ask Romeo ourselves, now, couldn’t we?” I say thoughtfully, pulling out my phone. That gets her attention.
“Salvatore,” she says, sobering. “You wouldn’t!”
I narrow my eyes at her. “Just what I thought then. You’re more afraid of a call to your brother than you are of my belt across your ass. We’ll have to fix that.”
That will change, and quickly.
I ignore her wide-eyed look of panic.
My dick lengthens. Fuck it, I need this ferry to move faster.
“Come here, Marialena.” I sit on one of the plush seats and gesture for her to come to me.
“And if I don’t, will you spank me?” she challenges.
“Yes.”
Though she rolls her eyes, her cheeks heat with a pink flush, and she flounces over to me. As soon as she’s within arm’s reach, I yank her down onto my knee.
“Now, what is it,” I say almost thoughtfully as I spin her around to look at me. “Do you want to know if I really mean it? Or is it possible you want a spanking? Maybe both.”