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I WOKE UP WITHOUT MY woman in my arms and definitely on the wrong side of the bed. It had only been a couple of weeks since we’d first had sex and I was already spoiled as hell. During the night, I'd reached out for her countless times and she’d only denied one of my wishes, and very tactfully. “I’m just not ready for that, yet,” she’d said. That was all it took to put me in a shit mood.

I’d grumbled through my usual morning routine, managing to nick my chin twice. I found Serena sipping coffee in the kitchen. She gave me a crooked smile. She had a single dimple which I was convinced she used to disarm me. It wasn’t working this morning. I knew I was being completely unreasonable, knew I was being a selfish asshole.

I was still nursing my wounded ego after a ten hour work day. I found her reading tarot cards in the dining room. She was dressed in a skimpy tank top and a pair of tiny shorts. Her shiny black hair was worn loose.

I took off my suit jacket and hung it on a chair then tugged loose my tie. “Should you be reading those?”

She seemed to have a hard time holding my gaze. “Don’t worry. I don’t have my mother's obsessive nature.”

I wouldn’t have minded a little obsession directed my way.

Her eyelashes fluttered as she pretended to be absorbed in the cards. As I continued to watch her, she started nibbling on her bottom lip. I caught a slight tremble in her fingers as she turned a card.

She tipped her head forward clearly trying to curtain her face in hair so that I couldn’t see her expression. What the hell was she so nervous about?

Out of the corner of my eye, I caught Tom hovering in the hallway. Shit, normally he would have been out the door by now. He was hanging around to tell me something. I probably had bigger problems than whether my wife would take me up the ass.

I’d thought I put any question of her complicity to rest. I’d made the judgment call to tell her about the corruption in the company, about the faulty equipment and then I’d tracked her to see if she reached out to anyone. She never did.

The hair on the back of my neck bristled as Tom followed me into my office.

“I caught her snooping in here,” Tom said. “I screwed up. There was a game on and she’d made me a plate of nachos.”

Tom pointed to the cabinet in the corner. “She was going through your files.”

“How the hell did she get in?”

Tom dug a small arsenal out of his pocket; a bent hairpin, a bent paperclip, a nail file, and a credit card.

I picked up the hairpin. “The brat’s too curious for her own good,” I said, as if it was almost amusing. But I was feeling anything but amused.

“What time was she in here?”

“Around three.”

After Tom left, I checked out the files to see if I could figure out what she’d been looking for. She’d clearly been in the folder with materials testing data. Papers were out of order. She’d also been into the folder with personnel information. The chart showing the hierarchy of the company had been jammed in upside down.

I checked the monitoring software on my computer. No calls to Jarvis. In fact, she hadn’t phoned anyone all day or interacted on social media.

I found her watching TV in the den. Curled up on the couch. She was on her third beer.

She glanced up at me and thrust her chin out defiantly. “I suppose Tom tattled on me.”

“He’s doing his job.”

“You accused my father of something unforgivable. I had the right.”

“The right to break into my office?”

“You make me sound like a common thief.”

“Babe, your father was too permissive. You don’t know boundaries.” I unbuckled my belt then pulled it out from the belt loops. Her big blue eyes widened.

“Come here,” I ordered.

“I think you are taking this controlling husband thing a little far.”

“This is who I am, darlin’. You’ll have to get used to it.”

I expected some lip, about how she didn’t need to get used to it. But she did nothing more than thrust out her bottom lip stubbornly. I was making some progress it seemed.

She set the beer bottle down and uncurled herself from the couch. She wasn’t wearing a bra and her nipples poked against the thin fabric. The thought of being disciplined aroused her.

“Take off your shorts.”

Her pupils were dilated, her breasts were rising and falling with each breath. I could see the rapid pulse beat at the base of her throat. She popped open the buttons and then began wriggling out of her shorts. They were tight and started to take the panties with them as they went. She reached inside and tried to pull the panties back up, but I swept her hand away and pushed both pieces of clothing down her legs, exposing her smooth pussy.

“Bend over the arm of the couch.”

She made a huffy sound, but complied.

She turned her face to one side and I swept her hair away to better see her, her cute little witch nose, and her pouting lips. From this angle her lashes looked impossibly long. She had a glittering clip on the edge of her ear and a diamond in her lobe. Her hands were braced on the couch cushion. I liked seeing the ring on her finger and wished that I hadn't needed to fake the damn ceremony to keep my identity a secret. A girl like this could make a man want something permanent.

I worked her tank shirt up higher, revealing her slender back. Her tiny waist emphasized her perfect, round ass. Her whole body trembled as I smoothed my hand over one of her cheeks. I applied the belt with care, leaving only a pale pink stripe. I stuck my hand beneath her, wedging my finger between her lips. She was hot and wet.

Cupping her pussy, I leveraged her, bringing her to the balls of her feet. When I had her positioned to my liking, her bewitching ass high in the air, I removed my hand.

I brought the belt down again. She gasped and clutched at the cushion as it bit into her tender flesh. I was suddenly jealous of the belt, I tossed it aside. I wanted to spank her with my own hand, feel that sweet bottom beneath my palm. The flesh of her buttocks quivered as my hand landed. She squirmed a little as I spanked her again and again.

I stroked up her hot cunt and brought some of the wetness to her tight bud and rubbed it in. I gritted my teeth. “Stay as you are,” I ordered.

I needed something to cool me down. I walked with a stiff, aching cock out of the room.