THE FIXER

Her chest heaves with a breath, making her gorgeous tits shift.

I step in close-seductive, not stern. I brush her hair back and kiss her in the place where shoulder meets neck. “You saved yourself for me,” I murmur, appreciatively.

She takes a half-step back. “Not for you.”

“For me,” I insist. “We both wanted each other then, and we both had to wait.”

She inches closer to me, that same wary lust flickering in her eyes. “I didn’t say I would have sex with you.” She sounds breathless.

I step so close, her nipples contact my chest. My mouth hovers over hers. “I won’t force you.”

Her gaze searches mine.

I allow my lips to tilt upward. “I will punish you, though. The fucking is the reward.” I let my hand lightly cup her ass.

She shivers and brings her hands to my chest like she’s going to push me away, only she doesn’t. “You’re crass.”

“Apologies.”

“You’re not sorry.”

“Are you?” I cock a brow.

She shakes her head slowly.

“Hmm.”

We’re at an impasse. I can’t decide if I should actually follow through with punishment-not without some clearer indication of consent. The other times she wanted to be spanked-she basically asked me for it.

“Surrender, Sasha,” I coax.

She eyes the implement in my hand. “Only three?”

“I’ll be gentle.”

Another shiver runs through her, and she promptly climbs onto the bed.

Satisfaction makes my cock punch out straight. I test the rod a few times on my thigh to get the force right, then whip her once with it.

She lets out a squeal-the cutest fucking squeal I’ve ever heard in my life. Once again, a surge of pleasure rushes through me.

This is my wife.

She’s mine.

I can elicit those squeals for the rest of my fucking life. All I have to do is convince her that marriage to me wasn’t the worst thing that happened to her.

I rub out the sting of the first stripe and give her ass a gentle slap, then deliver another with the pseudo-cane.

She squeals again, her ass tightening, her heels kicking up into the air.

I catch one ankle and stroke down her calf. “You left your heels on for me,” I murmur appreciatively. “That’s so fucking hot.”

She looks over her shoulder at me.

“New rule. This is how you will always be punished-naked except for your heels.”

“You’re crazy,” she says, but I hear the smile in her voice.

“You’re hot. My very hot wife.” I deliver the last stripe to get it over with, then knead and massage away the sting. I climb on the bed behind her to massage with both hands. “Good girl. Are you ready for your reward?”

I don’t wait for her reply, I just push her legs open wide and pull her hips back to get my tongue on her sex. She’s already dripping wet. I lick and suck at her labia, penetrate her with my tongue, then move up to rim her anus.

She lets out that squeal, and her anus flutters, but I hold her in place for the pleasure.

After a few moments, she starts moaning. A few more, and she’s chanting in Russian. “Maxim… Maxim. What are you doing? Gospodi, it’s so good.”

“You ready for my cock, beautiful?”

I’m surprised when she answers, “Yes” without hesitation.

Her surrender alone is enough to make me come. I want to slam into her bareback, but even though I know I’m clean and she’s a virgin, it wouldn’t be right. She may be my wife, but she may not want a pregnancy.

I find a condom in my wallet and roll it on. When I come back I ready her again with my tongue first. “Up on your knees, sugar. Chest on the pillows.”

I’m probably being a jackass. A woman’s first time should probably be on her back, with her lover looking into her eyes. But we aren’t that couple. Eye contact might be too much vulnerability between us. Rough and punitive is how she likes it. How I want to give it.

We don’t have a fairytale marriage.

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Maybe we’ll get there.

With a wife this hot, I should work to get us there. I’m the fixer, after all. I can fix anything.

Even a wife who doesn’t want me.

She climbs into position, proving my instincts right. I squeeze her ass as I line my cock up, stroke it over her entrance. She was tight when I drilled her with my finger last night. Even though she’s plenty wet, I spit on my hand and rub my saliva over my sheathed cock.

“Are you okay?” I ask in a low voice, even though I haven’t penetrated her yet.

“Do it.”

That’s my girl. She never was one to mince words. I apply more pressure, nudging at her entrance with more insistence.

She pushes back, arcing her pretty ass up and presenting herself for me.

“That’s it, sugar.” I decide it’s better to go in fast-rip the bandaid off, as they say. I grip her hips and push in. I sense a little resistance give away. She cries out. I reach around the front of her to stroke her clit and move inside her. Just a little-a half inch back, a half inch in. Just to bring her some of the pleasure to counteract the pain. I caress her back, squeeze her ass.

“I’m okay,” she gasps after a moment. “It’s good.”

I pump a little more, going slowly and gently, giving her time to get used to my length. I continue circling her clit lightly with the pad of my finger.

She hums her pleasure and brings her fingers between her legs, pressing over mine.

“You need it there?” I ask, rubbing more firmly. At the same time, I accidentally shove in deeper, a shot of lust rolling through me.

“Oh!” she cries out. “Yes.”

“Yes, here?” I rub her clit, “or yes, harder?” I thrust in with more force.

“Harder,” she murmurs.

Oh, damn. I don’t want to make her regret that, but my control is already slipping. She’s so damn tight. So hot.

And all mine.