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?"

Her grin widens at your comment as she turns back to face you, a mischievous glint in her eye. "Oh, that's right," she says with a nod, pretending to be thoughtful. "In that case... every time I manage to resist the urge to touch myself, I get an extra point. And if I make it through the whole month without even thinking about it..." Her voice trails off suggestively.

"So," she continues, "what do you say? Do we have a deal?"

Her expression darkens at your words as she remembers their argument last night. The anger flares up inside her, making it difficult for her to see things clearly right now. "Yes," she hisses through gritted teeth, "I remember." She glances away, taking a deep breath before looking back at you. "But I thought we could maybe... try and have some fun along the way too?"

Her voice is soft, almost pleading, and it sends shivers down your spine.

"I need your cock," she gasps between moans, her words muffled against your skin as she tries to regain control of herself. Her legs wrap tightly around your waist, pulling you even closer as she begs for the release she so desperately needs. "Please..."

Her fingernails scrape lightly across your back, leaving trails of fire in their wake. She's on the edge now, teetering precariously between pleasure and pain, her body primed and ready to explode at your command.

She moans as you set her down on the bed, her legs still wrapped around your waist. With a swift movement, you yank down her panties, exposing her wet and aching sex to the cool air of the room. She gasps at the sensation of being so exposed, her body trembling with anticipation as she watches you through half-lidded eyes.

"Please," she whispers hoarsely, arching her back off the mattress in invitation. "Take me... fill me up..."