Rocky Mountain Romp (Rocky Mountain Bride Series Book 4) by Lee Savino Page B

almost dropped the spoon and pulled her into his arms right then and there.
    Instead, he used the spoon on her pussy again.
    After a long whimper, Esther got the words out. “Two, sir.”
    As he prepared for the third (and final) hit, Johnathan noted Esther’s legs had rocked wider and her bottom stuck out further, almost welcoming the spoon.
    “Esther,” he knelt behind her, checking, “do you like this?”
    “No, sir,” she said quickly.
    “Don’t lie to me.”
    She hesitated. “It feels like it’s almost too much. But after, it feels wonderful.”
    He fingered her folds, hearing her catch her breath.
    “Do not climax,” he ordered, and her head dropped lower on the bed.
    He could hear her chanting over and over again, “Please, sir, please.”
    Withdrawing his sopping fingers, he stood. His wife’s legs were trembling, but she held position as he considered his options.
    He really shouldn’t give in. This was punishment, and she’d more than earned it.
    But it was Christmas, and he wanted her to know how much she meant to him.
    “Stand up. Arms above your head.”
    She was on her feet almost instantly, her arms raised so he could easily whip her nightgown over her head. Once it was gone, her hands settled at the top of her head. Johnathan often ordered her into this position so he could undress and then inspect her. By the way she blushed, he could tell she found his perusal of her naked body embarrassing and arousing at the same time, but she always stayed obedient to his every demand. And his inspections were very thorough.
    His hands traced her beautiful curves now.
    “I know you did not mean for it to go this far. But you must think through your actions. You are an incredibly beautiful and intelligent woman. You hold power over people, and you must exercise responsibility.”
    “Yes, sir.” She shivered. “I’m so sorry.”
    “I know you are.” He gripped her buttocks again, one after the other, and heard her ragged gasp. His cock throbbed so hard, he felt it would rip through his pants, and he decided he had waited long enough.
    “On your back on the bed, Esther. Head towards me.”
    She lay with her hair hanging down, face up. Her bottom was raised a little to keep her scorched cheeks from touching the fabric. He allowed it, knowing soon her legs would tire and she’d be forced to lower her burning bottom to the quilt.
    Drawing out his cock, he approached her. She let her head fall back and opened her mouth wide. His wife loved taking him this way, he knew. It was the combination of submission, humiliation, pleasure and pain—a bundle of contradictions she seemed to revel in. That was his Esther. And she was all his.
    He slid his cock in to her mouth. It felt so good, he almost cursed, and his near loss of control made him laugh.
    “Esther, you could drive a godly man to sin.” He pinched her nipples, and she moaned around his member.
    “You will not come,” he told her sternly, and smacked her breast, only to watch her sigh as if he’d caressed it instead.
    Did she enjoy that too? Perhaps he could punish her breasts as well, alternately caressing and slapping them, and tormenting her nipples to gauge her response. He decided not to test it tonight. There was plenty of time, after all. It could be a gift to himself for Christmas, or their anniversary. It excited him to think that after five years of marriage, he was still discovering the delights of his wife’s body.
    “This is to please me,” he reminded her, moving in and out of her mouth. “Show me how thankful you are for your punishment.”
    Humbly, she laved her tongue over him, keeping her head and throat in line so his cock could enter her throat.
    Johnathan pushed his hips forward, feeling her almost gag over him as she took his full length. Over the years, he’d trained her gag reflex also, at her insistence and eagerness to throat him fully.
    Reaching over her, he rewarded her by playing with her clitoris, feeling the