I push her down onto the bed so that her breasts are pushed into the coverlet and her ass is at the perfect height for me to enter her from behind.
I am already naked—and erect again.
“Don’t move,” I say harshly.
I spread her thighs and put my fingers inside of her. She is still wet and I make her more so—she gasps as I stroke her.
When she is dripping on my fingers, I push into her warm, wet core, filling her completely. I grasp her ass as I do so, moving her in a way that suits me.
“Never speak of our marriage that way again. Never speak of yourself that way again,” I say. “Do you understand me?”
“You don’t understand,” she grinds out, her breath tight from pleasure. “I was trying to make it right.”
“I want to bear your name, Annabelle,” I say. “I want our children to bear it.”
I thrust into her roughly as I say the words.
“Truly?” she pants.
“Yes.”
“But the other provisions—they aren’t fair.”
“I don’t care. I love them. Just as I love you.”
“You don’t get to determine what is fair, Alfred. I made the provisions, and I can change them.”
“If you try and change them, then you will receive a punishment for the attempt. Don’t think you are the only one who can mete out punishments, Annabelle.”
I work her core over my cock, pumping into her in a rough rhythm that pleases me. She is so wet on my cock that there is little friction despite the violence ofmy movements.
“Do you understand, Annabelle? I amyours. I belong to you. Nothing changes that. If I stray from you, you may punish me. I welcome it. But I never will. Because I want nothing other than to belong to you. To bear your name. To get you with my children.Thatis what I want.”
I am so deep inside of her now.
“Say that I am yours.”
I thrust again.
“No.”
Fear washes over me.
“Say that I am yours.”
“Alfred, you are being—I was trying?—”
“I don’t care. Say it.”
I thrust again and she moans.
“Say it and I will let you come.”
I hold myself impaled inside of her.
For a moment, I think she won’t say it.
That her disagreement is real.
