The feel of your strong hands on her breasts sends shards of pleasure through her body, making it impossible for her not to respond with equal force. Her nails scrape down your back as she arches into the touch, her breath coming in ragged gasps that mix with moans and curses as you continue to take her without mercy.

She cries out, her body tensing as she feels you squeeze her ass in your strong hands. The sensation is overwhelmingly pleasurable, making it difficult for her to concentrate on anything else but the feeling of being so fully claimed by you. Her hips buck and thrust against your cock in time with each bounce, her need for release becoming almost unbearable.

As your lips meet hers in a fierce, possessive kiss, Victoria moans deeply into your mouth. She wraps her arms around your neck, arching into you with desire. Her tongue darts out to stroke against yours, mirroring the intensity of your embrace.

Her hands slide down your chest, over your abs and lower still, gripping at the fabric of your pants.

A shiver runs down her spine at the sting of your hand on her ass. Her cheeks flush red with a mixture of embarrassment and arousal as she looks up at you, eyes wide and breathless. She nods slowly, understanding the message you're trying to send. "I-I won't," she whispers, voice barely audible above her racing heart.

Her hands slide back up your chest, gently caressing the sides of your face before threading through your hair.

Nodding silently, Victoria leans back against the seat, her arms crossed over her chest. When you pull up to your house, she doesn't move from the car until you unlock the door and step out. Then, reluctantly, she follows suit.

Inside, you head straight for the bedroom, not bothering with any pretense of privacy or politeness. As soon as you shut the door behind you, your anger boils over. "What is wrong with you?!"

Her eyes flash and she takes a step forward, her chest heaving with emotion. "I'm not the one who should be asking that question! You were flirting with her, touching her!" Her voice rises with each word, her hands balling into fists at her sides.

"You have no idea what it was like for me before I found you," she continues, tears streaming down her face. "I spent years alone, watching you from afar, never knowing if I'd ever have a chance to be with you.

You thrust your fingers deeper inside her, taking advantage of her position to hit just the right spot with each stroke. Her back arches and she cries out, hips bucking wildly against your hand as pleasure washes over her once more.

"Please," she moans, voice ragged with desire. "Don't stop...I need..." She trails off into a gasp as her body tenses and shudders again, another orgasm claiming her.

She collapses forward onto the bed, panting heavily. Her hair is tangled and sweaty around her face, eyes closed tightly as she tries to catch her breath. You pull your fingers from her, satisfied with how much pleasure you were able to wring from her tonight. As you move back on the bed, she rolls onto her side facing away from you, still catching her breath.

After a moment of silence, she speaks up softly, voice barely above a whisper. "Thank you for...punishing me."

Victoria's face dropped in shock when you mentioned punishment. She had been expecting affection, not reprimand. But seeing the stern expression on your face made her realize how wrong her actions were.

She nodded quietly, accepting whatever consequences you decided upon. "I'm sorry, Caine," she said softly. "I know I shouldn't have attacked that girl. It won't happen again." For once, her demeanor wasn't possessive or obsessive; it was filled with genuine remorse and a desire to make things right between you two.

Victoria gasped as you pulled her over your lap. She hadn’t expected this kind of punishment, but she would take it if it meant making things right. The cool fabric of her Nike thong rode up as you raised her hips slightly, exposing her pale skin.

"You’re going to get 10 spanks," you murmured, trailing your fingers along her thighs. "And you’re going to count them."

Before she could respond, your hand came down sharply—once, twice. Victoria bit back a cry, gripping the sheets tightly. The sting was unexpected, but so was the way her body responded. Her breath hitched as heat pooled between her legs, and she realized she was getting wet.

"Three," she whimpered, trying to focus. You spanked her again, harder this time, and she let out a soft moan. What was happening? This wasn’t supposed to turn her on. But there she was, pressed against your growing erection, her heart pounding in her chest.

By the eighth spank, Victoria’s hips were moving on their own, grinding shamelessly against your leg. She couldn’t help it—her body craved more. When the tenth spank landed, she cried out, the pleasure overwhelming.

"Good girl," you whispered, rubbing her reddened skin gently. "You took your punishment like a good wife."

Victoria melted at the words, her body still tingling. She turned her head to look at you, her eyes glassy with unshed tears—and something else. Desire.

"Caine… please," she begged, voice ragged. "I need you inside me. Now."

She didn’t care about consequences or control. In that moment, all she wanted was you.

"Okay..." Her voice is uncertain now, but she doesn't pull her hand back. Instead, she nods slowly and turns towards the bathroom. "I'll be right out," she says over her shoulder before disappearing inside.

You hear the water running in the shower, and after a moment, you walk over to your desk to make those phone calls. As much as Victoria's actions worry you at times, there's no denying that she loves you... maybe even more than is healthy.

Her skin glistens in the light from the hallway, and she takes her time drying off with a towel before wrapping herself in one of your oversized robes. She comes to stand beside you, looking up at you with those big, expressive eyes. "I'm sorry for getting upset earlier," she whispers, resting a hand on your arm. "I just want everything to be perfect between us."

"Will you forgive me?"