Over the next few months, Wade continued to write articles weekly for the Sacramento paper, but he had bigger plans. He was going to start his own fledgling newspaper business in Lebec. After a meeting with potential investors at the bank, Wade stopped by Clyde’s grave to pay his respects.

He picked a cluster of wildflowers for Sadie and held them behind his back as he walked into the cabin. He smiled when he saw her kneading dough for bread, right on schedule. That was his wife, someone who forever could be relied on.

She turned and greeted him, her face lighting up with a smile when he showed her what he had behind his back. “Those are lovely, thank you, Wade,” she said, a light blush creeping up to her cheeks as she took the flowers from him.

“Not as lovely as you, honey.” He wrapped an arm around her and pulled her close as he captured her lips with his. He made sure to tell her she was beautiful often, and any time she demurred, he reminded her that she’d promised always to believe him.

Sadie hummed against the kiss and wrapped her arms around his neck, still holding the flowers in one hand. She smelled like sweet bread and cinnamon, and her soft body pressed up against his made his blood rush south. Wicked thoughts about rucking up her skirts and taking her right there in the kitchen gave him a heady feeling.

He released her briefly and studied her face, marveling at her appearance. He doubted she would ever understand what it was about her that drove him wild, since he didn’t fully understand it himself. She was proper, strong, and dutiful. Everything about her, from her serious eyes to her straight posture, conveyed the desire to be good.

He liked messing her up. He liked forcing the bad little girl to come out. Nothing gave him more pleasure than to shake her out of that perfect façade and make her lose control. She lost control often with him, whether it was during a spanking session where he smacked her perfect white cheeks until they were blushing crimson or during lovemaking when he would coax her pleasure to the surface.

She must have seen the gleam in his eye and guessed his intent. Her lips twitched slightly. “I’m not done with the bread,” she told him, “and I have to get these in water.” She held up the flowers.

“Hurry,” he ordered.

She let out one of her giggles that always managed to heat him up. Her naughty little laugh was a sign of more cracks to come in her resolute demeanor. “Also, Wade, there’s something very important I need to discuss with you,” she said.

“Later,” he responded. He was in no mood to talk, only to get her into his arms as quickly as possible.

He watched her knead the dough, and it seemed to him that she was teasing him by taking an especially long time. A low growl resonated in his throat, and his suspicion was confirmed when he saw the smirk on her lips.

“Oh, you’re going to get it good,” he warned.

He could almost see the shiver of apprehension trail down her back. He came up behind her and moved aside the thick braid that covered her slender neck. He kissed her nape gently and relished the sigh his kiss inspired. He continued his pecks along her neck to her shoulder, baring it by moving aside the fabric of her practical brown dress.

“Your skin is so soft,” he murmured against her shoulder. “Soft and white and perfect.” He nipped her, reddening her skin.

Her head tilted back, and her eyes fluttered shut. Reaching around, he unbuttoned the front of her dress and pushed it down to the floor. He knew what he would feel when he covered her two plump breasts with his hands—pebbled nipples that poked against his palms, already perky with arousal from his attention. He rubbed and caressed her breasts until she was panting with need, then pulled away. She let out a whimper at the loss of his touch, but he only deprived her of it for the time it took to rip his clothes off.

She gasped but made no protest when he circled his hands around her waist and lifted her around to the table. He pressed his palm against her back and pushed her down against the cool wood. Her bare breasts flattened against the surface and her hands slapped down, the heat of her touch leaving steamy handprints.

“Here in the kitchen?” she asked breathily.

“Mm hmm, here in the kitchen,” he confirmed, his cock hardening at the sound of her question, which was spoken in a scandalized voice, giving the feeling that they were engaged in something illicit. He pulled the ribbon of her drawers and parted them around her cheeks. It was like unwrapping a present. He’d unwrapped it over and over in the months since they’d been married, but he never grew tired of receiving the same gift.

He dipped his hand between her legs and coated his fingers with her honey. The scent of her arousal hit his nose and caused a tightening in his groin while he swirled his fingertips around her clit and tapped it a few times, spanking her sex until it made wet sounds with each slap of his fingers, causing her to squirm.

“Ow!” she yelped in a high-pitched voice that held no protest. If anything, she pressed her pussy more firmly against his fingers, searching for more of his touch.

He fisted his cock, feeling the tight veins that protruded from his member. Guiding the tip to her swollen pussy, he teased her opening and groaned as his sensitive head made contact with her velvety skin.

“You feel so good, baby,” he growled.

She arched her back and widened her stance into a position that made her appear deliciously wanton. He pushed into her slightly and lowered his body so that his chest pressed against her back. “Is this what you want, naughty girl?” he asked against the shell of her ear.

“Yes,” she breathed.

“You want me to fuck you hard here on your clean table?”

“Oh, God, yes!” she cried.

“Dirty girl,” he growled, pushing into her a little more, feeling the walls of her channel opening to accommodate him. He wound her braid in his hand and tugged her head up, while his other hand gripped one of her perfect firm bottom cheeks. He fondled the undercurve of her bottom, teasing the sensitive skin near her pussy.

“Please,” she begged.

He loved hearing her beg for him. “You’ll get what you need,” he assured her, shoving the rest of the way inside of her, filling her completely. Closing his eyes, he relished how her tight channel clutched his manhood. She wriggled enchantingly beneath him, her movements limited due to his grip on her bottom and his rod inside of her.

He pulled out slightly and thrust against her. She let out a cry of appreciation, which spurred him into continuing. His strokes were rough and deep, fucking her like she liked. He was close to exploding and filling her with his seed, but he wanted to hold back until she gave him an orgasm.

He palmed her bottom and gave it a sharp swat, causing her to yelp then moan, the pain of the spank igniting her pleasure, which he fed by reaching around and rubbing her clit.

Always aroused by her responses, his pleasure increased as he saw her hands clench into fists. Her breathing was as labored as his, and he knew she was right on the precipice. He continued to rub her clit as he released her hair and took hold of her breast, kneading it a few times before twisting her nipple between his thumb and forefinger.

That burst of pain was her final undoing. She screamed and shuddered as her orgasm washed over her, feminine grunts escaping her lips with every thrust that drove her pleasure higher. He came as well, and her pulsing pussy milked him of every last drop.

When they’d both recovered, he kissed the shell of her ear and pulled out of her. Locating his shirt and trousers, he clothed himself and sat at the table so he could enjoy watching his wife transform herself before his very eyes. Within minutes, her dress was donned, her hair smoothed down, and her posture straight. The only sign that she’d been fucked over the table was the slight twinkle in her eye.

“What are we having for supper, honey?” he asked.

“Potato soup,” she replied. “Unless you want to go kill a chicken for me.”

He smiled. “Good girl, delegating the work. I’ll be back in a jiffy.” He rose from the table and headed outside to find a chicken for supper.