Can I Touch You?

“Fuck, you’re fucking sexy,” Caspian groaned as he finally released her body, the impact sending her almost crashing on the floor if she hadn’t held onto the table for her dear life as her legs trembled. She pried her eyes open after coming down from the high, her eyes hazy, her head unable to make out a single sentence.

She never imagined that a day like this would come, a day where she would let herself be at the mercy of the man who was her husband. Her upper body was sprawled on the table, her hands all over her face and back. She was standing with her heels, dressed in only her panties to the full eyes of Caspian.

Slowly, she stretched her hand backward to her ass, rubbing on the sore flesh that she was sure had become red, too red from his spanks. Every single day, she learned a new thing about Caspian and just now, she discovered that he was into stuff. Spanking and choking. Good lord, how on earth was she going to survive the sexiness of the man?

When she turned to face him