Novel & Cerita Husband Wants To Spank Me

They didn’t have a heart or the need to even pretend that they did. Juliette gritted her teeth, swallowing the cry Isabella and Sophia were so desperate to rip from her throat. She couldn’t—she wouldn’t—give them the satisfaction. Maybe that was why, even after more than fifty lashes, they refused to stop, their cruelty relentless. It wasn’t until the door burst open and someone threw themselves between the whip and Juliette’s broken body that the torment finally paused.

She was faking her weakness, while he froze for a fraction of a moment. He quietly soothed Rochelle and hurried over to me. With a voice only he could hear, he whispered words of fake sweetness into my ears. "I’d never hurt you, Wendy, but you know my mom—stubborn as an old mule, and so impulsive. But she is my mother, at the end of the day. She was just letting her worry get the better of her. I’m truly sorry she struck you." I was still indifferent. It was a bullshit story. His mother slapped his wife for his secretary. That was way beyond being worried.

“Harder—please—” I gave it to her. Long, powerful strokes that bottomed out every time, my heavy balls slapping against her ass. Sweat dripped down my chest onto her tits. I was lost in her — the tight heat of her pussy, the way she screamed my name, the love and lust and surrender in her eyes even while cuffed and helpless. “You wanted spice, baby?” I grunted, spanking her ass lightly as I railed her. “This is it. Your husband losing control because you teased him too fucking good. I loved submitting to you… but I love claiming you more.”

The two of them continues to laugh, leaving me in to try and breathe properly even though my patience has reached its limit. ''Imagine her screaming my name as I fuck her deep and hard or how she would cry out for me to go faster and faster just so that she can feel the fucking pleasure,'' He continues as he leans closer and closer towards my face. ''Then, I'd shove her face down onto the fucking bed just to spank her hard so that she wouldn't be able to sit properly the next day. Man, your wife is giving me all these fucking urges.'' He chuckles. Just like that, my patience has somehow gone off the roof as I push myself away from the man's grasps before punching straight onto his face; cont

I could feel the bulge beneath my ribs growing with every smack he gave me. “What the hell is wrong with you?” standing up. My ass stings, and I’m sure it’s as red as a tomato. I stared at my husband. I was angry that he was spanking me. I wanted to show him I was annoyed with the spanking, but fuck, the man looks like he just stepped out of a magazine with his thick black hair that falls in his eyes, abs that make me want to run my fingers down, and those V muscles that lead to something I desperately want to feel inside me. Just looking at him makes me wet. Unknowingly, to me instead of fighting him for spanking me.

He spins me again, bends me over the toilet lid, and drives back in from behind. No mercy now. He fucks me like he’s trying to punish me for almost getting caught, hips slamming, hand fisted in my hair, the other spanking my ass raw. Every thrust forces a choked sob from my throat. “Take it,” he hisses. “Take your father-in-law’s cock while your husband walks away like a fucking idiot.” I come again, harder than before, squirting so violently it splashes the toilet tank.

His breath was low in my ear. “You see, my dear wife,” he whispered darkly, “this is what happens when you let a man think he has a chance.” And then he spanked me once. I gasped, turning slightly. “Killian, what are you doing?” “Don’t talk while I talk,” he growled, spanking me again. Once. Twice. Three times. “Killian, what the hell is wrong with you?” I managed to say, but the heat had already started pooling at the pit of my stomach.

"Yeah! And I'm damn serious right now." Oh, God! He very well knows that how to control a woman. That's why he is a Dom, Stupid! "Now you didn't tell me the rule and broke that rule also. Now I'll spank your pussy five times for not telling me the rule from your mouth and give you five extra spanks for breaking that rule. So, I'll spank you ten times." He told me and I pouted at him "But I love to do that." I said sadly.

“I’ve wanted to bend you over since my first day here. Every time you came to visit him in those tight dresses, I imagined ripping them off and filling this married pussy.” He suddenly pulled out, spun her around, and bent her over the desk again. He slammed back inside her from behind, gripping her hips as he railed her with deep, brutal strokes. “Fuck— this view is perfect,” he groaned, watching her ass jiggle with every thrust. “Your husband probably fucks you like a gentleman. I’m gonna fuck you like the slut you are.” He spanked her ass hard, leaving red handprints, then reached around to rub her clit again.

I say his name with my voice, feeling his needs; I was ready for him to claim me. “On your knees, Mrs Kline, “ he ordered, and I knelt over the couch. He got behind me, squeezing my ass before a brutal slap landed on my bare skin. “ Hmm,” I moan, pushing back into his touch, “ More!” I begged him for something I had never done before, and Thane delivered once, twice, God, who knew I could be on the verge of cumming just by getting spanked. Sneaking a finger in my wet fold, he found my clit and circled it a few times. “My wife is wet and ready for me.”