She could feel herself growing fainter and fainter and held on to her consciousness with all her might.
Marcus’ hands settled on the side of her hips, and Anneke tensed.
“I’m not sure if I’ll ever get to beat you...”
A gasp of fear almost escaped her, but she managed to swallow it back.
“But I’ll love trying.”
Tears pricked her eyes.
I can do this, I can do this, I can do this—-
Marcus bent over her, his chest pressing against her back. “I might fuck you while I’m beating you, but I promise you’ll like it.”
“I k-know.”Not.“I b-believe you.”Not.
“You mean that?”
More tears rushed down her cheeks. “Of course.”
“Then—-”
She squeezed her eyes shut, preparing herself for the worst.
But instead of his whip striking her bottom, she felt him thrust into her without warning.
A whimper escaped her—-
And then he was pounding into her, harder and harder, and she realized why he wanted her to keep her hands against the walls, the position causing her body to automatically respond to his thrusts.
He fucked her hard and fast, he fucked her so, so beautifully well that she forgot to be afraid.
After, he carried her back to bed, and as she snuggled to her husband, she couldn’t help whispering, “You didn’t beat me.”
He tucked her head under his chin, not wanting his wife to glimpse his grin as he murmured silkily, “I still might. You did promise I’d have the entire night to punish you so if I feel the urge all of a sudden, I suppose I could wake you up with a surprise whipping—-”
“W w-what?” she stammered.
“It should make things more exciting,” he drawled indolently, “if you don’t knowwhenI’m going to beat you.”
“No!” The word came out in a wail. Anneke sat up. “It’snotgoing to be exciting. I don’t think I’ll be able to sleep if you say it like that. C-can’t you just beat menow?”
“I’m afraid not,bambina.” Marcus managed to keep his tone solemn. “So just be on your toes—-”
Another wail, and it became harder to keep his amusement to himself.
“And prepare to be surprised.”
“Marcus!”But her tone was a mixture of dismay and sexual excitement.
Pretending to misunderstand her, he drawled, “Yes, I know. It’s going to be one hell of a night.”
“MARCUS!”
“And when I do beat you,” he lied, “I promise you,bambina—-” Marcus kissed her hard, muttering against her lips, “It will be good.”
The End