He didn’t wish to hear an answer because he kissed her when she tried to speak. The warmth of his mouth sent a current through her, and she reached up to wrap her arms around his neck. He grabbed each of her wrists and pinned them high above her head on the bed.
His lips unlocked from hers. “My wife must learn how I feel about a few things.” Max lifted himself off of her and sat on the edge of the bed again. “And she must learn them over my lap. This instant.”
Charlotte sighed and crawled to the position he wished her to take. She felt his cock pressing into her stomach and she squirmed a little over it, knowing it would drive him crazy.
“That’s dangerous, my love,” he rumbled.
His hand settled on her bottom and slowly stroked around the curve to the apex of her legs. He felt the slick proof of her desire. “Mm, naughty girl.” He planted a swat on her left cheek. It wasn’t a gentle swat, but it wasn’t hard either.
“That’s for disobeying me when I told you to come to me for punishment.” He rubbed the place where he’d swatted before bringing his hand down on her other cheek. “And that’s for calling me intolerable. I prefer darling.”
Charlotte moaned. The two swats had sent jolts of pleasure to the lowest part of her tummy.
Spank. “That’s for saving my life.” His hand ran down one of her long legs and back up, then smacked her again. “That’s for being brave in the face of danger on more than one occasion.”
“Oh, Max,” Charlotte sighed.
She understood finally. This was her husband’s way of thanking her for rescuing him despite his displeasure over how it happened. Her eyes filled with tears. Max spanked her mildly for many things, including how smart she was, how fetching she looked in her impractical dresses, and how cute she was when she stormed about sassing him. She laughed and cried over each ridiculous reason for being punished.
He landed one final hard swat and said sternly, “That’s for being so damn loveable, Charlotte. It’s hard on a man’s heart, you know.”
She choked out a laugh through her emotional tears. He lifted her, then pushed her to the middle of the bed, shucked off his clothes, and lay down with her. He pulled her into his arms and kissed her soundly. Charlotte wrapped her arms around his neck and met his passionate kiss with one of her own. When their lips unlocked, he moved his kisses south, starting from between her breasts down to her bellybutton.
“You didn’t have to spank me,” she said. “You could have just said thank you.”
He moved his kisses to between her legs and licked along her slit up to her engorged bundle of nerves. “That wouldn’t have made you this wet, naughty girl.”
He teased her clit with his tongue until her desire grew to massive heights. “Come for me, darlin’,” he said. She shattered, arching her back and grasping the quilt with both hands as she did.
Breathing hard after her moans of release, she threaded her fingers through his hair. “I came for you,” she said breathlessly.
“I know you did, darlin’.” He moved his body over hers and looked deeply into her eyes. “Thanks for coming for me, my love.”
Charlotte smiled, understanding the double meaning of his words. Her hips thrust forward as he invaded her core. He took her hard and fast, with both love and fury, grasping her hips to drive himself into her. Just as she was about to come again, he pulled out and flipped her around to take her pussy from behind. He landed hard swats on her sore cheeks as he ravished her, and she moaned at the pain and pleasure his body brought hers. She understood that this was both reward and punishment that he was inflicting, his feelings of love and consternation clear in every movement.
“You’re mine,” he growled in her ear. “And you will obey me and keep yourself safe from now on. Yeah?”
“Mm hmm,” she moaned in the affirmative. He cracked his palm against her right cheek to drive the message home. She came again in that moment. He held fast to her shoulder and rode her fast and hard until his desire built and he erupted. Groaning, he came deep inside of her.
After, Charlotte lay in Max’s arms in a state of perfect happiness. She fell asleep thinking about the day that they met, the day he’d first come for her, and how lucky she was that he had.
Epilogue
Simon died in prison during the time that Tim attended college in New York. Following his graduation, Tim became a lawyer and one of the founders of the New York Society for the Prevention of Cruelty to Children (NYSPCC), the first-ever agency devoted entirely to child protection. News of the NYSPCC spread, and soon some three hundred child protection associations were scattered across America. Tim left New York and founded one of the societies in Tucson in 1904.