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She wears her nightgown to bed one night, when he is working late. She wakes up to find him sitting next to her on the bed, running his hands all over her, staring at her with a very curious look on his face.
“I thought I said no nightgowns…” His breath is hot on her neck, his voice low and gravelly.
“Except in extenuating circumstance,” she looks at him, feeling curiously hot.
“Oh?” He arches an eyebrow at her. “And what is the extenuating circumstance, exactly?”
“I wanted to see what you’d do…” she breathes, unable to believe her own boldness. “If I broke the rule.”
He grins at her so widely, and then tries to adopt a stern expression. “I see, Marian.”
“What happens when I break your rules?” She whispers, looking into his dark eyes. “What are you going to do?”
He makes a low noise, and she feels like it sends an electric shock between her legs.
“I might have to teach you a lesson…” he says, so quietly. “Would you like that?”
“I think…I think so,” she says, not sure where this is going, but desperately wanting to know. Larry doesn’t usually say things like this, and she cannot believe how curious it is making her. “What would that involve?”
He crawls across the bed to her, the almost-predatory look on his face making her very, very wet. “I might have to punish you, Marian.”
“How?” Her voice shakes a little.
“Hmm…” he runs his hands up her thighs, under the nightgown, and she sighs in anticipation, spreading her legs for him, her head falling back on the pillow as she waits to feel his touch.
“Oh no,” he says, surprising her. “I know how much you like when I do that, my love. That’s hardly a punishment, darling.”
She moans a little, unable to believe he won’t touch her the way they both love. “Please?”
He laughs, and she cannot believe how aroused she is by the change in his demeanour. “I’ll consider it, Marian. If you’re a very good girl for me.”
“I’ll be good,” she says, shivering under his gaze.
“But you haven’t been,” he says, shaking his head — he cannot keep the grin off his face, not entirely. “You broke my only rule. I think you’ve been a very, very bad girl, actually.”
She stares up at him, feeling very, very strange. This is not her sweet, gentle husband – not entirely, at least – and she’s very curious to see what happens next.
“And I think bad girls need to be taught a lesson, don’t you?”
“Yes,” she says, nodding, feeling possessed.
“Tell me,” he whispers, exploring her bare skin. “Tell me you need me to punish you, Marian.”
His eyes are bright, aroused – almost dangerous.
“What – what are you going to do?” She whispers, her heart racing at this strange new game. “How are you going to punish me?”
“I think I should spank you…” he breathes, touching her behind lightly, rubbing circles against the skin with his bare palm. “What do you think of that?”
She lets out a shaky little sound of surprise — this should sound scary but it mostly sounds exciting. Indecent – a little scary – but very, very exciting.
“It doesn’t matter what I think,” she breathes, pretending to be docile. “It’s up to you to decide, Larry.”
This was the right decision, she thinks, for he groans appreciatively, squeezing her ass more tightly. Then, he looks a little serious, turning into himself again. “Marian – if we do this – we must agree — before, you hear me? — on a word you must say if you do not want the game anymore. And then I will stop immediately.”
“Why not simply stop ?” She says, curiously, her heart hammering in her chest.
He turns very red, suddenly looking very boyish. “Um, well – if we continue this – you may find you rather like the idea of you saying stop and me…not stopping. As part of the game. It is best to use a different word.”
“Oh,” she gasps, surprised at how this makes her feel. She stares at him, and her skin is prickling with the need for him to touch her. “Pumpkin,” she says, picking a word at random.
“No! Don’t you dare,” he laughs, his hair falling onto his forehead, his eyes crinkling with mirth. “Pick a different word, Marian.”
She sticks her tongue out at him. “You said I got to choose.”
“Oh,” he breathes, grinning at her, rubbing a hand across her thigh in a way that makes her want more very badly. “So defiant. It makes me think I’m going to enjoy punishing you, Marian, once you pick a word.”
She makes a sound despite herself, aching at his words. “Chicago.”
“Fine,” he laughs. “Fine. So, if you say the word Chicago the game is over, and I will be myself again — and I will stop everything immediately, you understand?”
She nods, unable to speak.
“You must say it immediately if you do not like anything – if you are afraid of anything, if you aren’t enjoying it – if you want a break. Promise me.”
“I promise,” she says, her throat feeling dry. “I promise, Larry.”
“And believe me – it is just a game, Marian.” His face creases with worry. “I do not — I do not want to punish you, to control you…ever. My darling wife. Please know that.”
“Oh?” she says, giving him a coy smile, trying to coax him back into this strange, thrilling game. “I thought you were going to punish me, Larry? Don’t you want to, knowing I did this on purpose?”
He laughs, and then seizes her, letting out a sound like a growl, making her giggle and shriek in excitement. “Larry!”
He pulls her across his lap, his roughness surprising and exciting her, even as she thinks to herself that this is very, very improper. “Lie down in my lap, wife,” he says, pushing her onto his thighs.
She does as he says, and he shifts her in his lap until she feels his cock pressing against her through his trousers. He hikes her nightdress up around her waist, and she feels hot with want, surprised at how hard she’s breathing.
“Place your hands and feet flat on the floor,” he says, in a firm voice that she likes very much.
She tries to do this as best she can, feeling exposed and strange and almost a little humiliated at this strange pose.
“Good girl,” he says, in a pleased voice. “You’re being so good for me, Marian. I knew you could listen if you wanted to…”
His words run through her, giving her a pleasurable thrill, and she makes a noise in the back of her throat.
“You know what I’m going to do now,” he breathes, his hands on her bare ass. “Don’t you?”
“Yes,” she stutters out, her face close to the bedspread, feeling one hand slowly, gently begin to rub one cheek. “Yes, Larry.”
“I think,” he whispers, squeezing her ass lightly, groaning with appreciation. “when you’ve been bad – when you’re bent over my knee like this, Marian, you must call me sir .”
She makes a sound at this, shifting again, her head spinning a little bit from the angle she’s at. “Yes…”
“Yes, what?” He asks, rubbing his hand slowly over her ass, making her skin prickle and her cunt ache.
“Yes, sir,” she breathes, feeling herself get wet at these words. “Yes, sir.”
“Good girl,” he says, and she could swear he presses his thigh against her cunt on purpose. “Much better, Marian. You’re going to learn a lesson tonight. I have one rule, don’t I? And you can’t even obey that.”
She whimpers a little, shifting again, trying to press herself against his thigh, searching for that spot she loves him touching.
“I know what you’re doing…” he whispers, sounding amused. “Stop that.”
“No,” she says, coming out in a whine, “No…”
“Bad girl.” He gives her a light smack – more of a tap, really, just firm enough to feel really, really good, the pressure shooting straight to her cunt, making her moan with satisfaction. “Now tell me what I’m going to do.”
“Spank me,” she gasps, surprised at how much she’s enjoyed this. “You’re going to spank me. Sir.”
“Good girl,” he tells her, and she can hear the smirk in his voice. “Why?”
“Because I’ve been bad,” she says, trying not to grind against his thigh. “Because I need you to punish me.”
His hand comes down harder this time, halfway between a tap and a spank, making her squeal a little in surprise at the impact – and how wet it makes her. “What do you call me, Marian?”
“Sir!” She gasps, her heart racing and her head spinning. “I need you to punish me, sir.”
“Good girl, Marian,” he rubs her hot skin gently, his touch so soft — she knows how much he loves her but she loves feeling it as well. “Are you going to be a good girl for me tonight?”
“Yes,” she breathes, getting wetter at the sound of his voice. “Yes, sir!” She gets the last part out before he can spank her again.
“Good save,” he touches her nose with the index finger on his other hand. “My clever little wife.”
She moans a little, wanting to feel him touch her again, shocked at how much she is enjoying this.
“So impatient,” he breathes, rubbing his hand against her ass. She whimpers, and rubs herself against his leg, wanting friction. “So desperate,” he says, his voice somehow laughing and dangerous at once. “I can feel you rubbing yourself against me, Marian. Don’t you dare. This is a punishment, you hear me?”
She rubs herself against him harder, needing to feel something. “No,” she pants. “I need you to touch me, Larry.”
He spanks her properly now, his hand stinging against her flesh, making her cry out in mingled pleasure and pain, stunned by how this feels.
“You’re such a bad girl,” he whispers, his voice lascivious, and he snakes his free hand inside her nightdress, finding a nipple. He pinches her nipple and she gasps, bucking her hips into his lap. “What do you call me?”
“Sir!” She whimpers as he tweaks and pinches the nipple. “Sir!”
“That’s right,” he says, twisting his fingers. “Do what I say, darling, and I’ll think about letting you come. Is that what you want?”
“Yes,” she groans, as he gives her another stinging slap across her ass. “Sir.”
“Not enough,” he says, sternly. “Be a good girl, Marian.”
“Please sir,” she says, her thighs slippery now. “Please let me come.”
“First, I need to spank you, Marian. Tell me how much you want it. How badly you need to be punished.”
“You are spanking me,” she whispers, confused.
“No,” he laughs. “Oh, I see.” Another light tap that makes her buck against him in search of friction. “You think this is spanking?”
She whimpers at the way he says this, feeling a little nervous. “Isn’t it?”
“You think you can disobey me and enjoy your punishment?” His voice is soft. “This was a warmup, sweetheart.”
“I’ll be good…” she breathes. “Sir. Please.”
“Yes, you will,” he laughs, darkly. “Take a deep breath, darling. I’m going to spank you now.”
He smacks her ass again, making her squeal in surprise, and then, before she’s recovered from the impact of it, he follows up with a harder one, making her yelp with the stinging pain of it.
“Larry!” She exclaims, rocking in place – she didn’t know she could feel like this – the feel of his hand is stinging but the feelings it sends to her cunt are incredible. She feels – so strange – a little humiliated, a little scared, but so, so aroused.
“Bad girl,” he breathes, spanking her hard. “Hold still, you greedy little girl. Hold still or I won’t let you come.”
“I’m sorry, sir,” she says, trying very hard to keep her hips still, trying to ignore how slippery and hot she is between the legs. “Maybe if you – if you touched me – it would be easier for me to – to be good.”
“Oh?” He laughs, and he pinches her nipple again. “Like that? Is that what you need, you little slut?”
It’s humiliating but hearing him say these things makes her even wetter, and she knows she’s soaking the trousers he’s wearing, and fuck, it turns her on.
“Yes, please,” she can barely get the words out, and she rubs herself on his thigh. He taps her, a warning. “Sir!” She squeaks. “Yes, please, sir.”
“Better,” he breathes. “Shall we say…” he is clearly thinking, his hand rubbing circles on the hot flesh of her rear.
She is aching for him, and she moans again.
“Eight spanks.”
“I d—
“I didn’t ask for your input, Marian.” He spanks her again, making her cry out. “Ten now, you little minx. Beg me for it.”
“Spank me,” she breathes. “Please sir, spank me.”
“Good girl,” he says, taking his hand away from her breasts, and pressing it against her lower back, holding her firmly in his lap. “Be good for me, Marian. Be good for me and I’ll fuck you after. Fuck you just the way you need.”
She whimpers. “Larry…” He slaps her again, and it makes her yelp — but it also sends an incredible jolt between her legs that she’s never felt before tonight. “Sir!”
“You’re going to count for me, all right?” He strokes her hot skin, his hands gentle, his voice commanding.
“Yes, sir,” she whimpers, a little afraid, because her skin is already feeling hot, and she can tell he’s so hard under her.
“Are you okay?” He whispers, his voice normal again.
“Yes,” she whispers back. “I’ll use my word, if I’m not. I promise.”
“Good girl,” he says, his voice low and dangerous again. “You’re so wet already, Marian. Soaking through my trousers. What will the maids say when they see this in the laundry?” She moans, somehow getting wetter. “They’ll know their mistress bends over for me. They’ll know you let me spank you when you’re bad. That you need this, you need to be spanked by your husband. That you like it bending over your husband’s knee very much.”
She whimpers. “Larry, please. Sir. Please.”
He gives her a stinging slap, making her cry out in combined pleasure and pain.
“One…” she exhales, trying to reconcile the fact that her husband has her bent over his knee, that he's slapping her bare ass – that it hurts – and that it arouses her terribly.
Another one, the same intensity, and she squeals, rubbing herself against his thigh, trying to relieve the ache. “Two,” she gasps out.
He spanks her very hard, then, bringing tears to her eyes. “I know what you’re doing, Marian. Tell me what you’re doing.”
“Three,” she groans. “Not — not doing anything.”
Another one. “Four!” She gasps, feeling very wet, even as the skin grows tender.
“Good girl,” he whispers, rubbing his hand over her hot, sensitive flesh. “You’re taking this so well.” She moans, rutting against him. “Bad girl,” he whispers, in response, and spanks her, the pleasure mounting.
“Five…” she moans, struggling not to move – not to kick her legs up with the sting of it, not to rub her clit against his legs, not to thrash in his lap.
“Hold still, Marian,” he tells her, in a firm voice.
“I can’t,” she says, her voice ragged, and he gives her another firm slap. Her voice shakes. “S—six!” She moans and presses her clit against his leg, needing to get herself off, rubbing herself against him.
“Such a needy little slut,” he says, knowing what she’s doing. He spanks her again, harder this time.
She cries out, her legs shaking, soaking wet. “Seven…”
“I know you’re rubbing yourself against me on purpose, Marian. I’ll overlook it, this time.” His voice is dangerous. “But you need to stop it, you little brat.”
“Larry,” she whimpers. “Please…”
He spanks her. “What do you call me?”
“Sir! Sir — that’s eight…”
“No,” he growls. “You didn’t count it fast enough…”
Another slap, and she feels tears in her eyes, but it feels so good, the friction of his thigh against her clit, the way he slaps her, his stern voice, the humiliating pose. “Eight…” she says, trying to be good.
“You love this, don’t you, Marian?”
“Yes,” she moans, “yes, sir. I love it.”
“Good girl.” he spanks her again – whap .
“Nine,” she squeals, in a strangled voice, trying not to kick her legs up, wriggling.
“If I touch you between your legs, am I going to find you soaking wet?”
“Ye–es…”
“Are you getting off while I spank you, Marian?” His voice is low, right next to her ear, making her feel almost feral with desire.
She whimpers and she gets another slap. "Ten," she gasps, relieved to have reached the end - eager for him to kiss between her legs, to touch her, to make love to her.
“Tell me. Don’t you dare lie.”
“Yes,” she pants out, “yes, sir.”
“Bad girl,” he breathes. “Such a bad girl. And all I need is for you to be good, wife. And you can’t even do that.”
“Larry — sir — I — I want you so badly.”
“I know you do, sweetheart,” he says, rubbing his hand across her hot, tender flesh. “But I think you need ten more spanks, darling, because you can’t listen.”
“What?” She wriggles, trying to shift off his lap, but he holds her firmly in place.
“Do you need to use your word?”
“No,” she says – she doesn’t want this to stop, even while she feels a little overstimulated and overwhelmed. It’s painful but it’s – it’s so good, and she doesn’t want it to stop. “I promise.”
“Be good.” He gives her a lighter slap this time, his voice soft. “I don’t think that one counts, do you?”
She moans, wriggling. “Please, sir. It should.”
“Don’t talk back to me,” he whispers, and he spanks her, hard.
“Eleven.” It comes out as a strangled cry, her hips bucking against his leg, her legs kicking up.
“Twelve.” His hand is stinging this time – she shrieks at this one, the pain and pleasure overwhelming, her cunt clenching around nothing.
He takes his hand off her lower back, and he starts teasing her soaking entrance. “You little slut,” he whispers, his fingers tracing her, as she whimpers. “I can’t believe how wet you get for this. Tell me how much you like this.”
She makes a strangled sound, trying to move closer to where his fingers are. He laughs, and he moves his hand closer to her clit, still not touching her. “So much – sir – so much.”
“Not clear enough.” Another spank, firm but not as painful. “Use your words, sweetheart. Be good for me.”
“I love it,” she cries. “I love it, sir. Thirteen.”
“Do you need me to touch you, wife? Does your hungry cunt need me?”
“Yes,” she whimpers. “God, sir, please. Please.”
He slides his hand higher, finally touching her clit, making her shriek with pleasure. He spanks her again, still circling her clit furiously, making her buck against him, making sounds she doesn’t recognize.
“You’re taking this so well, Marian. Do you like when I touch you like this? Touching you as I spank you?”
“Yes…” she gasps, jerking her hips, trying to grind into his hand. “Yes, sir.”
He spanks her very hard this time, her pleasure mounting as he keeps working her towards her orgasm, and she knows she’s not supposed to come, but she is so close, making wordless cries into the side of his thigh. “Fourteen…”
“Don’t you dare come,” He says, and he is laughing when he says this – and it’s not fair!
She makes another sound, her whole body so tight, so close. “Please…please…please…”
“Bad girl, Marian. Here I thought this was what you needed to teach you a lesson. But I think you’re just getting off.”
He’s spanking her so hard it really hurts now (“Fifteen!”), even as his fingers feel so good. He stops touching her clit, and she shrieks in protest. “No,” he says, laughing. “You’re not listening. You don’t deserve it, do you?”
“No,” she whines. “No, sir.”
“Good.” He slides two fingers inside of her as he spanks her (“Sixteen…”), and she clenches around him, hard.
“Yes – yes – Larry – sir – thank you…” She is crying out with relief, trying to fuck herself on his fingers. She's never been happier to have him inside of her, she thinks.
“If you come like this,” his voice is a growl as he drives his fingers in and out of her. “I’m going to tease you all night and I won’t let you come again.”
“Seventeen.” Another hard slap, and she’s clenching on his fingers again, feeling them stroke her in a way he knows she loves. “Not fair,” she cries out. “Sir! Not – fair!”
“I know,” he says, pumping his fingers faster. “I know it’s not fair, darling. But it’s what you need, isn’t it? Tell me.”
“I need it,” she sobs, “I need to be spanked, sir.”
Another hard slap – making her shudder and wince – as his fingers work against that spongy spot, her hips bucking against his leg. Fuck, oh fuck, oh —
“Don’t you dare,” he growls.
“Eighteen…” She is whining, drooling into his thigh, so fucking wet. It hurts so bad and it feels so, so good, and he’s fucking her with his fingers in a way he knows will make her come – she’s going to come, and he knows it – he’s doing this on purpose…
“Nineteen,” and when his hand strikes her, he pumps his fingers so fast she thinks he’s going to break his wrist, and then — oh fuck, oh fuck, she’s screaming, and her mind goes blank, her whole body shaking with her orgasm, which is blindingly intense.
He gives her the twentieth spank while she’s still shaking with pleasure, still rocking in his lap, the impact of his hand making her cunt pulse that much harder, as her orgasm courses through her body.
She goes to move off his lap once she comes back to her mind, but he’s got his hand pressed to her lower back again, holding her in place.
“Marian,” he says, his voice gravelly. “I thought I I told you not to come.”
“Larry,” she whines. “You did that on purpose.”
She gets another slap for that, and she whimpers, her skin very sensitive. “You have to have more self-control, wife. You promised to be good.”
“I am…I was being good,” she gasps out. “I —
He slaps her again. “What a little brat. You need to learn to listen.” He rubs her ass gently. “Shall I fuck you, Marian? Is that what you need, darling?”
“Yes, please,” she groans, feeling crazed, drunk on him. “Please, sir…”
“Good girl,” he rubs her back. “Do you need me to fuck your cunt? Do you need my cock inside of you, wife?”
“Yes,” she whines, aching for him – eager to be off his lap, as much as she’s enjoyed this (it’s so indecent of her, she can barely think about it…).
“Get into position like a good girl,” he says, his voice rough, giving her a gentle tap on her rear. “Go on, then.”
She does as she’s told.
“No,” he says, smirking down at her. “Not like that. On your hands and knees, wife. Put your face down and bring your pretty ass up in the air for me.”
She mewls a little as he says this, as she moves into the indicated position, desperate for him to be inside of her – what is wrong with her? What has he done to her?
“Jesus Christ…you are soaking,” he curses, touching her, his voice low and shaky. “I can’t believe how naughty you are, Marian. How much you like being spanked. God – I should’ve taken you over my knee ages ago.”
She whimpers, pushing against his hand.
“Oh,” he asks, breathing on her. “Sounds like you’d’ve liked that?”
“Yes…” She gasps. “Larry – fuck me, please. Please.”
“Are you going to be good?” She doesn’t know how he’s exerting this much self-control, because he never can usually. "Or bad?"
“Yes!” She presses back against him, moaning the words. “Yes – I promise. Good. I'll be good.” He rubs his rock-hard cock against her entrance and she jerks her hips back, desperate for it. “Please…”
“Greedy,” he laughs. “You’re so greedy, wife. I never imagined it.”
“Larry,” she whines, her voice shaking. “Please!"
Without warning, he takes her hips and thrusts into her, hard, making her emit a strangled shriek-moan in relief. Yes, God, yes, she thinks, bucking back against him as he thrusts – this feels so fucking good – she is so wet, so ready for him – she cannot believe how much this game has turned her on - the spanking, the rough words, the way he had commanded her not to come. He groans deeply, clutching her hips roughly.
"Fuck, Marian, fuck. You are - so fucking wet - Jesus - God - your cunt is perfect, fuck. Marian - I -"
He shoves her down onto the bed, flat on her belly, and keeps fucking her, making her moan indecently with pleasure at the feeling of him hitting that spot that makes her come undone. His pace is unrelenting, deeper and faster than usual, making her whimper and rock her hips up to meet him.
“No. You don’t come until I say so,” he growls, pressing a hand to her lower back. “Do you hear me?”
“I — I…” she moans into the pillow. “Yes…”
“I don’t believe you…” he growls, snapping his hips, and she lets out a string of sounds, her vision blurring with pleasure and overwhelming sensation. “Tell me!”
“I don’t get to come…” she gasps. “Until you say so.”
“Unless I say so…” he corrects, his pace bruising, the pleasure mounting, her whole body shaking. “And why is that?”
“Because – I – don’t – listen.” Each words comes out as a moaning gasp – each word is a struggle to get out. “Because you’re – teaching me – lesson…”
“That’s right,” He whispers, sliding his cock against that spot in an absolutely delicious, torturous way. “You’re taking me so well, darling. It’s deep, isn’t it?”
“Yes,” her voice cracks with the effort of not giving into the feeling. “Larry – so deep. It’s so— it’s a lot – too much – going to – come…”
“You can take it,” he whispers, kissing her neck. “Be good for me, darling girl. Don’t you dare come.”
“Larry,” she whines, scrabbling against the sheets – the angle and pace he’s using are driving her crazy . “Larry – I – I…”
“No!” He slaps her ass again, the feeling making her sob with pleasure and clench harder around his cock. “I said no.”
She groans, meeting his thrusts. “I can’t — I can’t help it…please. Please – please – please, Larry – sir, please…”
“You’re so bad…” he kisses her neck as he thrusts, trying to get deeper. “I’m not going to let you come. I’m just going to keep fucking you like this…”
“No…” she says, her voice shaking. “Please, Larry, please.”
“Bad girls don’t get to come,” he growls, pinning her down more firmly. “Bad girls get fucked hard, don’t they?”
“Yes…” she moans, her hips rocking against the mattress, desperate for friction.
“You love this, don’t you? My cock inside of you, so deep you can hardly take it?”
“Yes,” she whines, as he continues, slapping her ass rhythmically as he thrusts into her. “Larry, please, please – oh, oh! Oh, God – fuck, please –”
He is moving in a way that he knows drives her mad with pleasure, and she hates him a little bit for it – the pleasure is spreading through her whole body, her vision blurry, as he continues to thrust into her, growling at her to wait for permission.
“Don’t you dare…” he increases his pace. He’s doing this on purpose – of course he is. She hates him a little bit.
“Larry, please…!” she is so close, and she knows she isn’t supposed to. “Trying to – to – be – good…oh – ahh – Larry, fuck – please...!”
“Oh, no,” he says, laughing, pressing kisses to her neck. “You love this. My wanton little slut. Are you going to come, darling?”
Her hips are bucking erratically – the pleasure is swelling inside of her, and she can’t fight this a single second longer.
His voice is so soft as he spanks her again. “I knew you were a bad girl, Marian. I knew you needed this…I just didn’t know how bad.”
She comes, half-shrieking, half-sobbing into the pillow, the sensation overwhelming and delicious, shaking around him, feeling like she’s going deaf and blind with pleasure. This is – this is ecstasy, she thinks, riding high on the incredible, sparkling feeling of this. She is an indecent, wicked woman – but by god , she thinks – this was worth it . Fuck, she thinks, fuck. She never knew this was possible.
She is vaguely aware of Larry's climax, feeling his warm spend inside of her, hearing his moan of pleasure, feeling him collapse on top of her. “Oh, Marian,” he sighs into her skin. “What am I going to do with you?”
***
“Darling,” he murmurs to her, later, when they have dozed, spent and sweaty and so exhausted they cannot move. “Marian…”
“Hmm…” She twitches in his arms. “Yes?”
“You know…” He sounds like he is dragging himself out of sleep. “You know it was just a game…”
“Mmm…” she says, sleepily, nuzzling against his chest.
“Darling,” he shakes her a little bit. “Darling, wake up.”
She opens her eyes, blearily, blinking at him – God, she thinks, his hair is a mess. Does it always look like that?
“What?” She blinks at him.
“I just…” Larry chews his lip, looking guilty, or nervous, or something. “I just thought we should discuss – discuss things. What we did.”
“Oh,” she says, blushing. “Did you – did you not enjoy it
He laughs, turning red, hanging his head. “Darling it was – it was very unexpected and completely delicious.”
“Delicious?” She breathes, thrilled.
He traces a finger around her face. “Completely, sweetheart. I never imagined – I never imagined with you – it was a complete erotic delight, my love.”
She flushes with pleasure, smiling at him shyly. “I liked – I liked it very much too, Larry.”
“Yes,” he grins. “You did, I thought.” She giggles, burying her face in his chest. “But,” he tilts her chin up so she can look at him. “Darling, you do know I don’t – I don’t want to hurt you, ever. I don’t think you are…” He looks mortified. “A slut…” he whispers.
There is something terribly funny about the fact he is whispering this, when he’d called her it openly an hour before, and she giggles harder.
“I don’t want you to – to think I want to hurt you – to punish you – to control you, my sweet. Please, look at me. It is only a game, darling.”
She looks up at him, his eyes warm and nervous. “I believe you,” she says, shakily.
“Did it hurt?” He asks, rubbing a gentle hand across her smarting behind. “I didn’t – I didn’t want to hurt you.”
“I liked it…” she whispers, feeling mortified by her own indecency. “I would’ve told you to stop, if I didn’t.”
“You promise me?” He kisses her gently. “Please promise me.”
“Yes,” she says, snuggling closer to him, enjoying his gentle embrace after he'd been so rough earlier. “It was – it was quite thrilling. I never – never imagined I could be so aroused by – by such terribly indecent things.”
“Nothing we do is indecent,” he murmurs, nudging her nose with his. “We needn’t do it again, darling, though, if you – if you don’t want to.”
She grins at him, feeling a little wicked. “Oh, I think we will do it again. After all,” she smiles at him. “I am not always obedient, am I?”
“You are never obedient,” he says, chuckling, pulling her closer. “It’s one of my favourite things about you, darling. I love that you know your own mind.”
“But I don’t think I shall want it every time…” Marian admits. “It would be – it would be too intense, I think.”
“Of course,” he says, rubbing her back in gentle, tender circles. “Only if you want it, sweetheart. I will never assume.”
“I love you,” She kisses him softly, feeling tremendously close to her husband tonight. “That was – it was quite something, Larry. I – think I must be tremendously wanton to have enjoyed it so much.”
He returns the kiss, gently. “I think you are tremendously wanton,” he whispers against her lips. “It’s one of my favourite things about you.”
She swats him, giggling. “Larry! I meant – is it wrong? Is it indecent? To do that instead of regular love-making?”
“No,” he shakes his head, brushing the hair off her forehead. “I don’t think so, darling. Not when we are in love – when we do such things with love and respect and affection for each other.”
“Where did you learn such things?” She asks him, running a hand through his chest hair, playing with it, in lieu of looking at him.
“Must I answer that?” He sighs into her hair, sounding embarrassed. “You know I had – dalliances, before our marriage.”
“Yes,” she says, trying not to sound annoyed by this. She is not – she is not jealous – she knows this is what men are like – she knows she is the only woman who has his heart.
“Will you hate me terribly if I say I learned it from a whore?” He doesn’t look at her when he says this, in a quiet voice. “At a brothel?”
“I rather thought you might have…” she whispers into his chest.
“Do you – do you hate me?” He asks, sounding nervous. “I’m sorry, darling. You know I – you know I want no one but you. Never anyone but you.”
“I know,” she says – and she does.
“I’m sorry you have such an immoral husband, darling,” he says, playing with her hair. “I wish – I wish I didn’t have such a past, before you, before our marriage bed. I should’ve come to you a virgin.”
“I don’t mind,” she says. “For it means that you’ve shown me many, many delightful things in our marriage bed, Larry…” She presses her face into his chest, too embarrassed to look at him. “I think it would have been far less enjoyable for me had we both been virgins.”
“You don’t think I wish you were like that all of the time?” Larry asks, fingers light on her scalp, voice earnest. “I don’t want you to think – to think I desire such things constantly – that I am some – some sort of depraved rake.”
She laughs at this, in spite of the very scandalous nature of the conversation. “Darling, I know you are a depraved rake,” she tilts her head up at him, baiting him. “I’m married to you.”
He gasps in pretend shock. “I am not!” He tickles her around the waist. “Retract that this instant. I insist.”
“No!” She shrieks, giggling. “I shall say what I like.”
He tickles her again, grinning, eyes sparkling. “Will you?”
“Yes,” she gasps, defiantly, reaching out to him to tickle him in turn, which makes him gasp with laughter. “I shall.”
“Defiant little miss…may I punish you for that?” He arches an eyebrow.
“No,” she smirks at him, tugging on his hair, pulling him closer. “I might have to punish you, though…”
“Oh?” He looks intrigued. “How, exactly, will you do that?”
“Oh, I have a few ideas…” She grins, pushing him onto his back. “Just you wait.”