When his twenty-five-year-old wife Hannah’s quest to be the perfect army spouse becomes so stressful that his needs start falling to the wayside, Major Brett Griffin decides it is time to take her in hand and remind her who is in charge. Soon enough, Hannah is blushing crimson as she is ordered to remove her panties in the middle of a restaurant during their anniversary dinner, and her protests merely earn her a thorough spanking on her bare bottom upon their return home.
Though Hannah is shocked and embarrassed by Brett’s insistence that she call him daddy as she is punished like a naughty little girl, his firm-handed correction arouses her deeply. Before she knows it, she is delighting in her husband’s stern dominance and bold mastery of her body as he teaches her how hot it can be to surrender herself completely to what daddy commands.
Author: Maggie Ryan
eBook Price: $4.95
Length: 46,000 Words
“Put your hands on the edge of the tub and keep them there,” I ordered, each word accompanied by a soft nibble. Once she had, I returned my hand to her sex, my fingers running up and down skin grown even slicker as her juices began to flow. My free hand moved to her breasts, weighing each one, squeezing softly before rolling her nipples, one, then the other, tugging, plucking, flicking as my fingers began to slide in and out of her sheath. Water sloshed and bubbles popped as her legs trembled, her gasps, moans, mewls, and pleas providing the music for the dance my hands were enjoying.
“Remember, you no longer control a thing. Not even your own pleasure. Do not come without asking permission. Understand?”
“Ye-yes, sir,” she managed, her body trembling, my ministrations causing her to breathe a little heavier, her breasts heaving.
“Good girl,” I said, sucking on the side of her neck, knowing it would leave a mark—my mark—as surely as my palm had left my mark on her buttocks with her spanking. Sliding my hand a bit further south, I nudged the entrance of her ass with my thumb.
“Please what?” I asked, rimming her pucker, teasing her with my fingers in her pussy. “Please may I come? Please slip my thumb into your pucker? Is that what you’re asking?”
“No… yes… I-I don’t know,” she said, her back arching, her nipples so tight they surely ached.
“Then I’ll decide that as well,” I said, breaching her anus for the first time as she arched, her keen so eerily soft, so primal that my cock threatened to erupt against her back. Pushing into her as fully as possible, I began to thrust my fingers in and out of her pussy, my thumb in and out of her ass until she was making incoherent sounds, her fingers moving to grip my arms.
“No,” I chastised softly. “Where are those hands supposed to be?”
A moan was her answer as she once again gripped the tub’s edge, her punishment a quick twist of each nipple and a hard thrust into her core and her ass.
“Please… please, I-I can’t… I need to come… please…”
“Then ask me correctly. Ask me to make you come.”
Her breath hitched, her body tried to make my hands move, but they remained frozen until she obeyed. “Please, sir. Please make me come.”
She’d learn that her daddy wouldn’t hesitate to set her ass on fire, but her husband would not hesitate to make her body burn in need.
“Good girl,” I praised, beginning my strokes again, adding a slide over her distended clit as I flicked her nipples and plundered her ass and pussy. “Come for me, Hannah. Come hard for me. Come now.”