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can we address your grievances, Alexis?”
    Her shoulders tensed visibly and lids fluttered. She hadn’t been expecting my willingness to compromise.
    In seconds, she recovered. Her eyes went to the base of the wine glass where her electric blue painted fingertips circled. “I’ll leave you to sort out your hospitality issues. In the meantime, we have a bigger problem that needs tending to.”
    My head rocked back. “Oh?”
    I thought what had been uncovered already was enough for me to chew on. There was more?
    Alexis nodded her head and inclined in her seat, her elbows on the table. That’s when I caught the opening of her shirt. The more I observed, I realized it was oversized—
    Christ…
    She was wearing my shirt. The buttons were undone and with that single move, the shirt shifted and it revealed her chest, from her neck down to her navel. My eyes raked up to meet hers and those long thick lashes fanned her cheeks, telling her real nature: the novel seductress.
    My expression remained neutral. I wouldn’t succumb to her sexual prowess no matter how enticing it was. My chocolate enchantress is breathtaking. I swallowed. Across from me, she abandoned her seat and rounded the table. My sights remained glued to her, each advancement she made toward me. When she reached me, Alexis lifted one of her long cacao legs that were bare, carried it over my lap and straddled me. I curbed my groan as her private aroma that I’ve come to covet beyond anything in this world saturated my sense of smell. It was accompanied by the fruity scent of her body spray and the honey fragrance of her bouffant hair that was gathered in a ponytail behind her head. As wild as it was, I loved my wife’s hair. The organic state of it reminded me of her raw nature: stormy and unpretentious. My kitten.
    Jesus! She was ensnaring me in her feminine web.
    Before I could think of how to slow this train, her tongue was in my mouth, pushing with determination. The aftertaste of dry wine aroused me because it was the booster to the intoxication she already hurled me into. Intuitively, my tongue swiped for hers and volts of electricity shot from my groin to my chest. This is what she did to me, and especially after days of not tasting her. She was delicious, a miscellany of chocolate, honey and undomestication. The perfect ingredients for a submissive: a woman groomed for my sexual endeavors. My ideal wife.
    Alexis began grinding on my lap, her kitten qualities springing to life. Her breasts pushing into me as her arms encased my head. I knew what her body was craving, understood what she needed. The ‘bigger problem’ she eluded to was manifesting on top of me. My kitten was horny. She needed a release. And I would give it to her; just not how she had in mind.
    I pulled my lips from her mouth and drug my lips down her neck and lowered until I captured one of her breasts. A tug at the collar yanked down her shirt and she pulled her arms out of it. Then I pulled her ponytail loose, freeing her mane. I wanted her compromised to me, giving me her all while demonstrating her need for me. I knew the ends of her hair would dance teasingly on her now sensitized skin, further arousing her. Again, I made it my business to know everything about her sexuality.
    I licked softly and then sucked hard, causing her frame to jerk on top of me. In this short time of being her lover, I observed Alexis’ inclination to pain. She took it during sex almost eagerly, understanding the overall goal of pleasure. This was why I was so baffled by her reaction to the spanking. As I turned it over in mind every day, several times a day since it happened, I realized she’d left me during that scene. She may have been there enduring the lashes, but Alexis’ mind had escaped someplace else. We needed to explore this and until we did, I would not give her what she craved. But I would provide a release. I had to. My wife had an inclination to masturbate, and while I’d forbade her to