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Re: F!DB! Bosmer/Vilkas "So I married a thief"

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She was still bent over the bed, her eyes intently following his every move. When he strode back to her, she couldn't help a little involuntary shiver that started at her neck and traveled down her back. Vilkas' hands slid up her hips, bunched the fabric in his fist, wanting to tear it from her body. He restrained himself, letting drop with a hiss of linen on skin.

“What am I going to do with you love? I thought we discussed your extracurricular activities, and how you might keep me satisfied you're not bringing shame to the Companions. What have you been up to?” his fingers clenched tight on her hips. He didn't really expect an answer, at least not a serious one. Not yet. “It seems as though you've forgotten the last lesson I tried to instill in your heart and mind, lovely. Is it so hard to remember?” He was leaning over her, whispering in her long swept back ear, while one palm slid soothingly up her back, the other traced small soft circles over her round cheeks, still covered by her clothes. Briefly, he slid behind, pressed his hips to her ass, let her feel the hardness swelling in his pants, but stepped away again once she tilted her hips up to his satisfaction.

“I love you wife,” he paused and drew his right hand back and delivered a sharp slap with his open, relaxed hand, right across the fullest part of her cheek, “but-- you-- should-- not-- steal.” Each word was punctuated my the muffled slap of his fingers across her wigging behind. At the end of his sentence he gently used his nails to scratch up the back of her trembling thighs and across her buttock up her lower back, then down again to swirl idly, while he watched her. She was biting her lip, trying not to moan.

He stepped back, slowly sliding her skirt higher, until it was bunched loosely around her hips, leaving her perfectly shaped, small white behind exposed to his hungry eyes. “You have such a lovely ass, my love. It breaks my heart to have to mar it with big, red hand prints, but I'll do it because I love you.” his hand slipped down from her lower back, and as he traced the fullness under his hands, he let his thumb skim between her thighs, lightly brushing her slit before pulling away. It came back slick with her juices; Vilkas licked them appreciatively away while he admired the small crop of bright flushed hand prints showing up. “I see you're still not feeling particularly apologetic, are you?”

He leaned over to take in her facial expression when she mumbled in reply, seeing her eyes half closed, a slight flush of excitement rising on her cheeks. His hand hovered over her pert behind. When she didn't answer clearly enough, a sharp smack echoed through the room. She gasped out “Not yet! I'm feeling rebellious lover.” Her lips smiled though she bit her bottom lip as she waited.

Vilkas obliged with another crack of his hand, allowing it to slide lower, caressing her inner thigh gently. “You want this punishment, don't you love? Ah, the woes of having an unrepentant, naughty wife.” He punctuated the end of his lament with the sharpest smack yet, earning him a delicious wiggle of her toned hips and an appreciative intake of breath. “Naughty girl likes the spanking, doesn't she?” his hand rose and fell again, to stoke down further, ease his fingers into her wet folds, easily finding the tiny button and pressing firmly with two fingers on it. Her head flew back with a choked cry, hips grinding against his fingertips. Reluctantly, Vilkas withdrew his hand, pressed it against the stiffness of his cock for a moment. He had to focus, she still wasn't taking the lesson to heart.