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short and has spaghetti straps.”

“It covers your breasts and your pussy. It‟s far too demure for me, so drop it.”

His tone brooked no argument. “It‟s been far too long since we‟ve made love.”

“Trust me,” she said as she did as he commanded. “I know exactly how long it‟s

been. I miss making love just as much as you do.”

“I don‟t doubt that, cara, but it‟s different for men.” Dean sighed heavily.

“Different for me.”

“How?”
This would be interesting to hear.

“‟Cause I love and want you so damned much. Do you know every night I‟m at

war with myself. I feel savage. I feel as if I‟m always a hairbreadth away from

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pouncing on you and shoving my cock balls-deep inside your hot pussy. I feel crazed,

Creigh. Desperate almost.”

Creigh was taken back by the almost savage sound of his voice. But she was

more than surprised. She was aroused. Intensely so. “Then do it. Fill me. Fuck me

the way you want. The way you need.”

“You don‟t know what you‟re saying.”

“I do, because I want it too.” Creigh was desperate for Dean, desperate to

reignite their passion. “I‟ve missed you. I love you. I want you to take me.”

“I‟m feeling unrefined.”

“You never were,” she teased. “But it‟s one of the many things I like about

you.”

“I should warn you. I want to be rough.”

Instead of scaring her, his words made her pussy dampen even further. To

prove it, she climbed onto the bed on her knees. With her back facing him, she

lowered her breasts to the mattress and thrust out her bottom, offering herself to

him. “And I want you to be.”

“Be careful what you ask for, cara. You might not be able to handle it.”

“Try me.” Her voice was almost pleading, but she needed this. She needed him.

Creigh‟s words were too good to be true. Despite the calm facade he wore like a

cheap toupee, Dean had been feeling far from tranquil. Especially of late. His

unappeased desire was slowly reaching its boiling point. He felt as if he were on a

very thin string with her. He didn‟t want to hurt her. He didn‟t want to scare her.

He just wanted to possess her.

It was hard to keep his feelings at bay, especially when she was on all fours,

pussy at the ready. Doggie-style was one of his favorite positions, not only because it

allowed him to enter her very deeply, but also because it left her ass in the perfect

position for a whole host of naughty things.

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“Beautiful.” Dean stepped closer to the bed and placed one hand on her

upturned ass. “I wonder what you would do if I did. Try you, that is.”

“Take it, then say, „Please, sir, can I have another?‟” she said in a sultry voice.

“Funny you should say that. I want you to remember those exact words as I

mete out your punishment.”

“Punishment?” Creigh made to sit up, but Dean stopped her by placing his

hand on the center of her back.

“Where are you going? We‟re far from done, and I want you to stay in this

exact position.”

“To get punished?” Her voice rose several octaves, but she stayed as he

commanded.

“Yes.” Dean caressed her bottom, loving the feel of her silky smooth brown skin

against his work-roughened hand. “I warned you, didn‟t I?”

Creigh glanced over her shoulder to look at him. “When you said rough, I was

thinking a little hair pulling, nipple twisting, maybe a smack or two, but not—”

“Eight.” He remembered the number exactly. In fact, Dean was thinking it

might actually be his new favorite one.

“I didn‟t think you would do the entire eight,” she grumbled, turning her head

back to face forward. “I thought that was a joke.”

“Then you thought wrong.” Dean leaned over to whisper in her ear. “Spread

your knees a bit wider, then reach back and take hold of your delectable cheeks and

pull them apart for me.”

“Dean!”

“This is your one chance to walk out now,” he said, leaning a little closer. “You

stay, you play my way.”

“Too many quickies have turned you mad.”

She wasn‟t far off the mark. “You have no idea.”

“I‟m getting one,” she muttered as she spread her knees apart.

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But he wanted more than for her to comply. He wanted the words. “What‟s it

going to be then, cara?”

“I can‟t believe you even have to ask.”

“Say it,” he ordered.

“Your way, my way, I don‟t care.” The aggravation in her voice matched the

frustration he‟d been feeling for the last few months. “Just fuck me, Dean.”

“As you wish.” Playtime was over. “Now do as I said earlier. Reach back behind

you carefully and spread your cheeks apart. I want to see exactly what it is I‟m

playing with tonight. You‟ve been far too covered lately.” A sore point of his. “And I

miss looking at you. Looking at all of you.”

“You see me all the time,” Creigh muttered as she moved into the position he

requested. It probably wasn‟t easy, but she did it with minor grumbling. When she

was exactly as he wanted, he let out a sigh of wonder.

“Beautiful.” She looked so lewd. So fucking hot, with her pussy glistening with

the evidence of her desire and nether hole bare to his hungry gaze. Creigh was the

thing wet dreams were made from.

“Getting your fill of looking now?” He could hear a tinge of embarrassment in

her voice, but he wasn‟t ready for her to move. He was enjoying his view far too

much.

“Not enough. Not nearly enough, but you can let go.” Dean dipped his hands

between her legs and brushed his fingers over dew-coated lips, then slid two fingers

into her soaking sex. Her heat wrapped itself like a liquid cocoon around his

thrusting fingers, drawing him deeper into her with every plunge. “I‟ve missed this

pretty pussy, these luscious lips, and of course this hot, tight cunt of yours. And I

think she‟s missed me. Am I right?”

“Yes,” she moaned and flattened her bare breasts down on the mattress and

pushed her ass out farther toward him, offering herself even more so to him, and he

knew exactly why.

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With every thrust, he pushed his digits deeper within her and crooked them,

angling them just right to rub across her G-spot. It was a spot they‟d experimented

with on several occasions, so Dean knew just the right amount of pressure to

produce to bring her pleasure but not pain. The G-spot was a sensitive little knot,

but Dean was a patient man and had put in the overtime to make sure he was well

versed in Creigh‟s pussyology.

“Enjoying that, are you?” he asked, pressing even deeper. “Relax and open for

me. Let me touch you.”

Moaning, she did as he asked, spreading her thighs wider to give him better

access to what he craved. Her uninhibited responsiveness made his already erect

cock feel as if it were carved out of steel. He ached to have her, to bury himself balls-

deep inside her sweet haven. He ached for Creigh. “You‟re so fucking beautiful. I

miss seeing you nude.”

“When I lose a little bit more weight…”

That was the wrong thing to say. He was no fool. He knew exactly what these

cutesy gowns were supposed to be. An escape hatch for her body. The body he loved

more every day. Well, Dean was finished with that bullshit. He wanted his wife

back. And he wanted her back now.

“No more hiding.” Dean pulled his fingers free from her warmth and drew his

hand back, then brought it down hard against her beautiful brown flesh. “Ever

again.”

Creigh gasped as the sharp smack forced her forward. “One,” he said as he

caressed the newly heated area of her ass.

“Dean!” Creigh cried and undulated her hips forward a bit as if that might

save her from receiving her punishment.

Silly, silly girl.

Dean placed one hand on her lower back to hold her in place while he swung

down again onto the opposite cheek, giving her twin handprints.

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Smack
! “Two. Say it with me, Creigh.”
Smack
! “Same thing.”
Smack!

Frantically Creigh reached out for one of the pillows and brought it in front of

her to bury her face in it. “Two,” she cried out before burying her face back in the

pillow.

“No.”
Smack
! “Say no more hiding.”
Smack!

“No more hiding…but…”

This time he landed a softer tap between her legs, making the seventh hit a

pussy one but doing it light enough to give her a thrill and not bruise. He wanted to

warm her flesh, not damage it. To prove it, he petted her pussy while he tried to get

his point across once and for all. “I didn‟t say but, did I?”

“No.”

“I said no more hiding. I‟m not joining a program that‟s already in progress. I

know you. Every line, every mark, every ounce of your soft flesh. There isn‟t a thing

about your body I don‟t love or possess. You‟re mine, cara, and I want to see you.

Capisci
?”

“Capisci.”

“So tonight. And every night after. The gowns go.”
Smack
! He landed the last

hit on her pussy again as soft as the one before, but this time centered on her clit.

“And if you‟re a good girl, I‟ll reward you for your efforts.”

“With what?”

“My cock.”

Creigh swallowed hard. “I can be good.”

“Then maybe I‟ll give you a sample now.”

“Fuck a sample. I want the whole damn thing.”

Dean was pleased to see they were both on the same page. “Then brace

yourself, cara, because I‟m going to give you exactly what you‟ve been dying for.

Now get on your back. I like to see my meal before I eat it.”

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Chapter Four

Gingerly Creigh rolled over to her back. She winced when her ass touched the

mattress. Although she would never admit it, she was a bit sore in a delicious sort

of way. Dean hadn‟t gone overboard with the spanking—it stung more than

anything—yet there was something about it she really liked. She‟d felt so exposed,

so vulnerable but utterly loved and protected all at the same time.

Creigh loved that Dean was able to bring out her baser side. With him she

could be the lady in the parlor as well as the whore in the bedroom freely because

she knew he loved both sides of her and accepted her as she was wholeheartedly.

His love was the reason she could get on all fours and take a spanking, then roll

over at his command and await, pussy wet and at the ready, for his next order.

Easing up on her elbows, she looked at him, brow raised, lips quirked. “Now

what?”

“Now you move to the center of the bed.”

“Okay,” she said as she complied. “And then…”

“You relax and”—Dean sat down on the bed next to her—“I‟ll reintroduce you

to a former family friend: foreplay.” He brushed his fingers lightly across the top of

her thigh, causing her to tremble under his touch.

“Foreplay,” she breathed out heavily. “I do remember him well.”

Dean reached down and grabbed her legs, forcing her to bend them at the

knees before he set her feet flat on the bed. He worked his hands up from her legs to

the inside of her knees, then slowly began to push her outer thighs toward the

mattress. “He remembers you as well.”

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“You sure you wouldn‟t just rather…fuck.” She glanced down his body to his

erect cock. “Shame not to put that to good use.”

“Oh I‟m sure it‟ll be well used before this night is over, but first I want to say

something to your pussy.” Dean moved backward a bit on the bed, then lowered

himself between her partially splayed thighs so his face was inches away from the

center of her being.

He spread her legs even farther apart until her thighs were flat on the

mattress. The motion parted the bare lips of her pussy, opening her up, exposing

her wet, slippery sex to his heated gaze.

“What do you want to say?”

“It‟ll be better if I whisper directly to her, but feel free to watch. In fact, I insist

on it.”

“Well, if you insist.”

“I do,” he said as he lowered his face closer to her heated core. But instead of

moving directly to oral, Dean paused a few inches away from her pussy and brushed

his stubble-covered cheek against her tender inner thighs. Creigh hissed at the

tactile sensation, which brought a smile to his devilish lips. “Like that, did you?”

“No,” she lied, just to be contrary.

“Oh really. How about this?”

Before she could ask what this was, he showed her. Dean turned his head to

the side and did the same move, but this time he rubbed his unshaven cheek

against her overly stimulated, aroused clit.

“Ohhh.” She gasped, startled at the surprise move. The scratch felt like

nothing she‟d ever experienced before. It walked the tightrope of pleasure and pain.