that.
“Good thing you have me to take care of that problem.” He grinned and I blushed as he patted my bottom through my dress. “Do I need to help with that right now?”
I bit my lip and looked around. “Perhaps,” I admitted.
“Mrs. Matthews, such a dirty girl wanting to be spanked in Dr. Bower’s office.”
I shook my head. “I was thinking…”
“Yes?”
“Not here. My bedroom,” I mumbled.
Jack tipped my chin up and I met his heated stare. “Your bedroom? You want me to spank your bare ass in your bedroom?”
I nodded.
“You know what spanking leads to?” he asked.
I licked my lips. “Fucking.”
“That’s right, sweetness.”
Taking my hand, he led me down the hall, then up the stairs to my bedroom. While he’d never been in the house before, he seemed to know exactly where to go.
“I’m going to fuck you in a way that makes you truly naughty.”
As he kicked the door shut with his foot, I wondered just what he had in mind.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
JACK
Lily’s bed was so small, I woke up with her sprawled on top of me. I slept sideways so my feet could hang off the side. This was all fine and good for one night, especially since the things I did to my bride in Dr. Bower’s house only brought to light that she was a very dirty girl.
“Morning, sweetness,” I murmured, when she stirred in my hold.
“Mmm, morning.”
She was warm and naked in my arms, my cock hard against her belly. Once she was awake enough to realize it, I’d take her again, although I had to remember she was carrying our child.
“How are you feeling? No sickness?”
She shook her head. “None. Just tired often, and I can’t stand the smell of cooked meat.”
“I thought it was all my attentions that wore you out last night.”
She groaned. “You did, and so did the baby.” She was quiet for a minute. “I like waking up with you,” she added, rubbing her cheek against my bare chest.
I stroked her back with my hand, pushing the sheet from her as I did so.
“We’ve been married six weeks and this is the first time we’ve been able to do this,” I commented.
She stiffened. “Did Dr. Bower come in last night?”
“We’re married, sweetness. What difference does it make that I’m sharing your bedroom?”
She turned her head, rested her chin on me so she could look me in the eyes. “It’s not that.” She bit her lip.
“What is it then, that you’re a screamer?”
She flushed prettily and I picked up one of her bright red curls, playing with the silky strands. I enjoyed seeing her all flustered.
“Jack,” she groaned.
I nudged her up so we were both sitting. “What are you embarrassed about? Trust me, there’s nothing you want, no matter how naughty it is, that I won’t like.”
“Really?” she asked.
“Really,” I repeated. I tugged her from the bed and scooped up one of her stockings. “Give me your wrists.”
She arched a brow and I loved the way she flushed even more, down over the pale curves of her breasts. Without hesitating, she did so. I walked her backwards toward the open window, then lifted her arms overhead and tied the tail end of the stocking to the center of the wood curtain rod. The window was open to the summer breeze, the town coming to life, even though it was still early. While the house was in town, it was on a quieter street.
Testing her bonds, she wriggled her wrists, but the stocking held. She was comfortably standing flat on the floor and could pull her arms down by her face, but no lower. “Jack, someone might see me!”
I took in her naked body, not yet having much opportunity to do so in the daylight. “Christ, you’re beautiful.” Reverently, I ran my hands down her arms, to her sides, then back up to cup her breasts, which thrust up with her arms pinned overhead. “I love your tits like this. They’re so sensitive now, aren’t they?”
Brushing my thumbs over her nipples, she moaned.
“I bet I can make you come
“Good thing you have me to take care of that problem.” He grinned and I blushed as he patted my bottom through my dress. “Do I need to help with that right now?”
I bit my lip and looked around. “Perhaps,” I admitted.
“Mrs. Matthews, such a dirty girl wanting to be spanked in Dr. Bower’s office.”
I shook my head. “I was thinking…”
“Yes?”
“Not here. My bedroom,” I mumbled.
Jack tipped my chin up and I met his heated stare. “Your bedroom? You want me to spank your bare ass in your bedroom?”
I nodded.
“You know what spanking leads to?” he asked.
I licked my lips. “Fucking.”
“That’s right, sweetness.”
Taking my hand, he led me down the hall, then up the stairs to my bedroom. While he’d never been in the house before, he seemed to know exactly where to go.
“I’m going to fuck you in a way that makes you truly naughty.”
As he kicked the door shut with his foot, I wondered just what he had in mind.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
JACK
Lily’s bed was so small, I woke up with her sprawled on top of me. I slept sideways so my feet could hang off the side. This was all fine and good for one night, especially since the things I did to my bride in Dr. Bower’s house only brought to light that she was a very dirty girl.
“Morning, sweetness,” I murmured, when she stirred in my hold.
“Mmm, morning.”
She was warm and naked in my arms, my cock hard against her belly. Once she was awake enough to realize it, I’d take her again, although I had to remember she was carrying our child.
“How are you feeling? No sickness?”
She shook her head. “None. Just tired often, and I can’t stand the smell of cooked meat.”
“I thought it was all my attentions that wore you out last night.”
She groaned. “You did, and so did the baby.” She was quiet for a minute. “I like waking up with you,” she added, rubbing her cheek against my bare chest.
I stroked her back with my hand, pushing the sheet from her as I did so.
“We’ve been married six weeks and this is the first time we’ve been able to do this,” I commented.
She stiffened. “Did Dr. Bower come in last night?”
“We’re married, sweetness. What difference does it make that I’m sharing your bedroom?”
She turned her head, rested her chin on me so she could look me in the eyes. “It’s not that.” She bit her lip.
“What is it then, that you’re a screamer?”
She flushed prettily and I picked up one of her bright red curls, playing with the silky strands. I enjoyed seeing her all flustered.
“Jack,” she groaned.
I nudged her up so we were both sitting. “What are you embarrassed about? Trust me, there’s nothing you want, no matter how naughty it is, that I won’t like.”
“Really?” she asked.
“Really,” I repeated. I tugged her from the bed and scooped up one of her stockings. “Give me your wrists.”
She arched a brow and I loved the way she flushed even more, down over the pale curves of her breasts. Without hesitating, she did so. I walked her backwards toward the open window, then lifted her arms overhead and tied the tail end of the stocking to the center of the wood curtain rod. The window was open to the summer breeze, the town coming to life, even though it was still early. While the house was in town, it was on a quieter street.
Testing her bonds, she wriggled her wrists, but the stocking held. She was comfortably standing flat on the floor and could pull her arms down by her face, but no lower. “Jack, someone might see me!”
I took in her naked body, not yet having much opportunity to do so in the daylight. “Christ, you’re beautiful.” Reverently, I ran my hands down her arms, to her sides, then back up to cup her breasts, which thrust up with her arms pinned overhead. “I love your tits like this. They’re so sensitive now, aren’t they?”
Brushing my thumbs over her nipples, she moaned.
“I bet I can make you come
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