Please enjoy this bonus scene from The Fixer to find out what happened the night they got back together!
Maxim
It’s ten o’clock by the time we get Galina settled at a Hyatt nearby and go out for dinner. I should be exhausted after the emotional tumult of the past several days, but it’s the opposite.
I’m wide awake, ready to ravish my bride again.
“I do think punishment is in order, caxapok.”
Sasha whirls and tosses her thick hair over her shoulder, instantly falling into the sex kitten role. She bites a finger and makes her eyes impossibly wide with feigned innocence. “What for?”
I shake my head with mock sternness. “Leaving me is not allowed.”
She suppresses a smile. “Not even if I’m dead?”
I step closer. “Especially not that way.” My hands settle on her waist.
Her smile slips. “I’m so sorry you were hurt by that.”
I put a finger to her lips to silence her. “Hush. I don’t need your apology. I need you naked. Except in heels.”
Her lips curve in a sultry smirk as she undresses for me. I fold my arms across my chest to watch my beautiful wife. She strips out of everything but her heels.
“I’m going to turn your ass red, princess. And then I’m going to fuck it.”
I note the shiver that runs through her. Judging by the way her nipples pucker and stand out, it wasn’t caused by fear. “Up on your hands and knees.” I lift my chin in the direction of the bed.
She crawls up and looks over her shoulder at me, with heat in her gaze.
I tug her waist to slide her knees back toward the edge of the bed, so her ass is presented to me. And then, I have fun. Because spanking my wife really is a pleasure I intend to enjoy fully. And often.
I start lightly, then work my way up to sharper slaps, delivered without stop. She starts to gasp and pant, but doesn’t move from her position, arching her gorgeous back and offering herself up to me. It doesn’t take long to turn her ass red—she is a redhead, after all.
I can tell it’s getting stingy for her by the way she starts gasping and squeezing her cheeks, but I keep going for another dozen before I stop.
“Gospodi,” she gasps.
I squeeze and rub her chastened buttocks. “Good girl.”
She moans softly.
I strip out of my clothes and find a tube of lubricant. “Scoot forward a bit now,” I instruct, and she obeys. I drop a dollop of lube between her reddened cheeks and work it around her anus with my thumb. Then I use a generous amount on my cock.
“Take your punishment, sugar,” I murmur as I press the head of my dick against her back entrance.
She flinches, trying to squeeze me out, but I cluck my tongue, and she relaxes.
“That’s it, beautiful. Take it like a good girl.”
She relaxes a little more, and I’m able to press in. I go slowly, and the lube helps me glide in.
“Maxim.” She sounds slightly alarmed, so I stop once I’m fully seated and let her get used to the sensation. She brings her fingers between her legs, and to my shocked delight, starts slapping her own clit.
“You needed your pussy spanked, too, sugar?”
She moans her assent.
“Next time, I’ll be sure to spank you there until you’re nice and swollen and wet,” I promise.
“Oh,” she moans. I’m not sure if she’s turned on by my words or her own fingers, but either way, I take advantage of her pleasure and start to find my own, pumping in and out of her, slowly at first, then with more momentum.
Her cries grow more high-pitched the faster I go, and a stream of murmured encouragement comes out of my mouth, praising her, soothing her, telling her what a good girl she is.
“Please,” she begs. “Please, Maxim.”
“You need to come, sugar?”
“Da, da, da, da, da, da, da.” She reverts to Russian like I’ve scrambled her brain.
“I love fucking your ass,” I tell her. I’m harder than marble. I want to go all night, but I know she’s already reaching her limit.
“Slap that pussy, Sasha,” I order as heat surges down my thighs. “Harder.”
She lets out a needy cry as she obeys me. I reach around and pinch one of her nipples as I pound in and out and she slap-slap-slaps.
“Fuck!” I shout.
“Yes!” she screams.
I slam home, pushing Sasha all the way to her belly and covering her body with mine. When I come, stars dance in front of my eyes.
Sasha squeezes tight around my cock, her thighs jerking and shaking.
When my vision clears, I drop down on top of her and bite her neck, trying to catch my breath. “Did you come, caxapok?”
“Yes,” she pants.
“Good.” I nibble around her ear, drop kisses along her hairline, waiting for my heart to stop slamming against my ribs.
“Never leave me again,” I tell her sternly when I ease out.
“I won’t,” she gasps, reaching back to cup her heated ass as she rolls over. She looks so beautiful in total surrender—heart, body and soul. I lean down and kiss her lips.
“You wouldn’t be able to even if you tried,” I tell her. “You’re mine, and I’m never letting you go.”
Her eyes half-close, and she smiles. “Promise?”
“I promise.”
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