so for the new one with whom she’d fallen deeper in love—the dominant but doting husband who showered her with affection, guided her with discipline, bombarded her with incredible pleasures. It was unfathomable that that man would betray her.
* * * *
Could she have been mistaken? She pinched the bridge of her nose and swallowed. She’d seen the salesman at Motorcycle World hand Linc the keys, followed him as he rode to their house.
So where was it? She’d parked in their garage and noted Linc’s pickup, the lawn mower, his tool chest. But no motorcycle. A crease furrowed her brow. She recalled the times she had waited until Linc left to bring new articles into the house and shipped online purchases to a friend. She knew every sneaky trick in the book. Had he hidden the motorcycle?
But what if he hadn’t bought one? Her stomach knotted with anxiety. Oh God, if she’d jumped to the wrong conclusion… Regina swallowed hard. She almost hoped Linc had bought a bike. If not, she had violated their trust.
She grabbed her packages from the backseat and entered the house. Linc waited for her in the living room. She flung the bags onto the sofa as if throwing down a gauntlet. Don’t let the mistake be mine . She would rather he disappoint her than she be the one to let him down.
“Where’s the motorcycle?” she demanded with more bravado than certainty.
He rose from the chair. “Webster’s? How did you know about that?” He frowned before comprehension dawned, and he widened his eyes.
Horrified dismay had her clapping her hand over her mouth. Heartsick, she collapsed onto the sofa. “I was running errands. I saw you at the motorcycle dealer. I followed you home. I assumed—”
“You assumed I’d bought a motorcycle after insisting you curtail spending.” He finished her sentence. He flicked his gaze to the mountain of parcels.
Caustic shame seeped through her, and she stared at the floor.
He dropped to his haunches in front of her. “Tell me why what you did was wrong.”
Tears trickled down her cheeks. Shopping was the symptom, not the problem. Her hurt feelings had led her to act out of revenge and spite. “I broke our agreements. I didn’t obey you or tell you what was bothering me.”
“Because?”
“Because…” the truth choked her, “…I didn’t trust you,” she whispered. “I ruined everything.”
A smile touched his lips, and he shook his head. “You didn’t ruin everything.” He pulled her into his arms. She rested her head against his shoulder and clung to his strength. “It would be unrealistic to assume there wouldn’t be setbacks.”
“I’ll return all the stuff I bought,” she said. She inhaled his smell, the scent of strength and security. “You’re going to spank me, aren’t you?”
“Yes.”
“I’m glad,” she said. She needed the humiliation of punishment to erase her guilt, wipe her slate clean. But her knees shook with a frisson of fear. Would she ever get over the nervousness? Maybe she wasn’t supposed to. Maybe that was why discipline worked. What good would it be if she looked forward to being punished? And a sixth sense signaled this spanking would be more severe than the other one.
“I love you,” she said.
“I love you too.” He kissed her hair and released her. He sought her gaze. “And I’m pleased you understand why you made the mistake, and owned up to it.”
Chapter Seven
After Linc had her strip naked and bend over the bed, she expected the spanking to begin, but he surprised her by bringing out the toy box. She widened her eyes in alarm when he extracted a large metal anal plug. All the others had been smaller and made of flexible silicone, although they hadn’t seemed at all pliable when inserted. Every muscle tensed at the sight of the stainless monster.
God, he was going to stuff that inside her?
Linc lubed the plug and set it to rest on its flange, the part that kept it from getting lost inside her passage, and slid his
* * * *
Could she have been mistaken? She pinched the bridge of her nose and swallowed. She’d seen the salesman at Motorcycle World hand Linc the keys, followed him as he rode to their house.
So where was it? She’d parked in their garage and noted Linc’s pickup, the lawn mower, his tool chest. But no motorcycle. A crease furrowed her brow. She recalled the times she had waited until Linc left to bring new articles into the house and shipped online purchases to a friend. She knew every sneaky trick in the book. Had he hidden the motorcycle?
But what if he hadn’t bought one? Her stomach knotted with anxiety. Oh God, if she’d jumped to the wrong conclusion… Regina swallowed hard. She almost hoped Linc had bought a bike. If not, she had violated their trust.
She grabbed her packages from the backseat and entered the house. Linc waited for her in the living room. She flung the bags onto the sofa as if throwing down a gauntlet. Don’t let the mistake be mine . She would rather he disappoint her than she be the one to let him down.
“Where’s the motorcycle?” she demanded with more bravado than certainty.
He rose from the chair. “Webster’s? How did you know about that?” He frowned before comprehension dawned, and he widened his eyes.
Horrified dismay had her clapping her hand over her mouth. Heartsick, she collapsed onto the sofa. “I was running errands. I saw you at the motorcycle dealer. I followed you home. I assumed—”
“You assumed I’d bought a motorcycle after insisting you curtail spending.” He finished her sentence. He flicked his gaze to the mountain of parcels.
Caustic shame seeped through her, and she stared at the floor.
He dropped to his haunches in front of her. “Tell me why what you did was wrong.”
Tears trickled down her cheeks. Shopping was the symptom, not the problem. Her hurt feelings had led her to act out of revenge and spite. “I broke our agreements. I didn’t obey you or tell you what was bothering me.”
“Because?”
“Because…” the truth choked her, “…I didn’t trust you,” she whispered. “I ruined everything.”
A smile touched his lips, and he shook his head. “You didn’t ruin everything.” He pulled her into his arms. She rested her head against his shoulder and clung to his strength. “It would be unrealistic to assume there wouldn’t be setbacks.”
“I’ll return all the stuff I bought,” she said. She inhaled his smell, the scent of strength and security. “You’re going to spank me, aren’t you?”
“Yes.”
“I’m glad,” she said. She needed the humiliation of punishment to erase her guilt, wipe her slate clean. But her knees shook with a frisson of fear. Would she ever get over the nervousness? Maybe she wasn’t supposed to. Maybe that was why discipline worked. What good would it be if she looked forward to being punished? And a sixth sense signaled this spanking would be more severe than the other one.
“I love you,” she said.
“I love you too.” He kissed her hair and released her. He sought her gaze. “And I’m pleased you understand why you made the mistake, and owned up to it.”
Chapter Seven
After Linc had her strip naked and bend over the bed, she expected the spanking to begin, but he surprised her by bringing out the toy box. She widened her eyes in alarm when he extracted a large metal anal plug. All the others had been smaller and made of flexible silicone, although they hadn’t seemed at all pliable when inserted. Every muscle tensed at the sight of the stainless monster.
God, he was going to stuff that inside her?
Linc lubed the plug and set it to rest on its flange, the part that kept it from getting lost inside her passage, and slid his
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