“It’s discipline you want, or why would you throw a fuss? My sweet wife, that is no problem,” he informed her, his hand beginning to slap her cheeks with gusto. “In fact, I imagine I’ll enjoy it immensely. You know how I love to lick your pussy while holding your hot cheeks in my hand.”
She heard him give a quiet chuckle.
“No, that’s not what I want, Micah,” she cried out as her hands flew behind her, trying to protect her bottom.
“It’s not?” he asked, his hand still smacking her rapidly.
“Nooooo.”
“Oh sorry,” he sighed, giving her five more remarkably crisp swats. “All right. Let’s see, where was I?” he thoughtfully feigned as she panted still over his lap. “Oh, that’s right.”
Instantly, she was once again on her back. He moved between her thighs, his broad shoulders holding them apart. His hands moved under her well-spanked cheeks and squeezed them.
Looking down, she could see his eyes as he looked up the length of her body.
“I enjoyed that,” he informed her, his teeth exceptionally white as he grinned in the faint light. “Can you be good? Don’t worry darling. If you don’t think you can, I will be only too happy to continue teaching you? Lord, how I love cupping these flaming cheeks.”
“Yes, Micah,” she whispered. “I’ll be an angel.”
“You already are,” he admitted. Gently he kissed her hairless mound before his tongue darted out and slid between her lower lips. He made a beeline for her clit, flicking it with purpose.
Cara tried to wiggle back. The sensation was intense, but when he squeezed her punished cheeks, she instinctively lifted them away from his hands, inadvertently pressing her pussy closer. In an instant, he had her clit in his mouth, sucking one minute and then swirling his tongue across it. Realizing she was far beyond regaining any form of control and fighting a battle her body would not allow her to win; she finally relaxed into his hands.
Tiny whimpers of delight escaped her lips and her hands reached down to thread into his hair.
“Oh, Micah,” she sighed.
Smiling, Micah released one of her cheeks and moved his hand lower until he was positioned exactly where it would bring her the most pleasure. Sliding a long finger into her was easy. She was wet with his spit and her desire, and he knew precisely where to touch her. Feeling the spongy spot guaranteed to send her flying, he began to rub it as his mouth continued to attend to her clit. Then he waited for the keening sound.
It wasn’t long coming, and neither was she. In minutes, her body convulsed. He could feel the rhythmic contractions of her pussy around his finger and longed to experience the same on his cock, but it was too soon, much too soon. He was going to make sure his wife was far too exhausted to try anything tonight.
It had been a rough week. Her disposition left a lot to be desired, and he’d had little sleep as he tried to stay alert to any surprises she might have planned. He had no intention of suffering another minute.
He had not an ounce of desire to be cruel. She’d suffered enough, and still did each and every day with her frantic search for answers. Still, he could not continue to function properly on an hour or two of respite. She had to be refocused, her course altered, and fucking her into oblivion could not hurt, he determined.
Micah forced her to climax three more times. Inserting a second finger into her snug channel moved the second orgasm along nicely. For the third, he moved to her ass, something she verbally did not care for, but physically adored. Giving her a moment to rest, he reached for a tube of lube.
She didn’t notice. Her eyes were closed and her breathing slowing. Quietly, he opened it and resumed his position. Cara jumped when he squeezed a small amount into her bottom hole, but she was too late. With his hand at an angle, his index finger was already pressing for admission, his thumb in her pussy searching for the magical spot. When his mouth once again settled on her clit, she let out a squeal, her hips wiggling, which only helped him, not her.
Slowly, he began to press in until his strong finger was deeply impaled in her ass.
“Ah, Micah,” she breathed out.
“I know you say you hate this, my love, but your body tells me that’s not true. I can feel your sweet ass clenching right along with your pussy. You need this, my darling, and I adore having you beneath me, mine to tease and satisfy at my pleasure.”
“No.”
“Yes, can you feel my breath on your clit? My cock is so hard it’s a wonder I don’t put a hole in the mattress.” He sighed before going down for a sweet suck of her button. I want you to cum again, but I want to take you there slowly. I want to savor every sigh, each moan of pleasure, and I want to feel your body tighten on my fingers over and over again. Do you understand?” he asked as he slid ever so slowly in and out of both of her openings.
“Micah,” she gasped out. “Please…”
“Please what, my darling? Please stop? Or please don’t stop?” he quietly asked as he continued to torment her.
“Please don’t stop,” she finally cried out.
“I won’t, baby. I promise. Not until I have to. Not until your body leaves me no other choice.”
He drew it out as long as he could. Her ragged breathing, her hoarse pleas did nothing to press him to rush. When she finally came, he almost rejoiced. It was wondrous, beautiful, and he didn’t recall ever feeling quite so masculine. One day he would take her ass, and she would let him, but for now, all he wanted to do was sink his cock deep into her body and find his own release. However, he had one more detail to attend to.
