Free Please Me: Parisian Punishment by Jennifer Willows

 
    The Morning After…
     
    Sharisse woke to a perfect day, the sun shone, all was right with her corner of the world and she gingerly stretched her worn out muscles with a wince. Her husband had fucked her six ways to Sunday last night and she wasn’t sure how well she would be able to walk this morning. Her body was overused and she reveled in the feel of her own flesh. She still tingled from their prior activities the night before in all of the right places. If Pierre was capable of what he showed her last night, what else was he able to do with her under the cover of conjugal rights? Or better yet, conjugal wrongs.
     
    The smell of something good called her name, the scent of fresh bread, warm jam and numerous spices called her to rise from her bed. Even though she wasn’t ready to get up, she did, and her thighs made a protest along with her abused buttocks. When she was able to make her lower half work properly, Shari dug deep and put one foot in front of the other until she was in the kitchen. Pierre was gloriously handsome wearing an apron and naught else as he flipped pancakes. He looked up just as she padded into the room.
     
    “I had planned to bring this to bed for you.” He said sternly, even as a smile twinkled in his eyes.
     
    “Sorry, can I get a do over? I’ll climb right back into bed and you can come in. It’ll be like this never happened.”
“No rain checks for breakfast in bed, Shari. But since you ruined my plans for this morning, I think that you have earned your first punishment of the day.”
“B-bbut I didn’t do anything!” What the hell just happened to her mild mannered spouse? The man she married would have never spoken to her that way a scant twelve hours ago.
     
    “Be careful what you wish for my wife. It is too late to ask for mercy now, especially considering the fact that I have given you what you begged for. It is up to you to deal with what you unleashed.”  
     
    Pierre had little else to say and she swallowed audibly when he walked from the tiny range to stand before her. She could see that he was completely happy with the new workings of their relationship. She on the other hand? Not so much. It was as if her carefully made plans careened out of control and she could do little but hope that he would have mercy on her.
     
    While her mind raced a mile a minute, Pierre pulled her against his body and let his lips meet hers. The kiss seemed to be an introduction to a man she had never met before. The oral greeting was hungry and fierce, far from a merger, instead an acquisition. As if he was laying claim to her and all that she was.   As if he was going to suck her soul from her parted lips. He was so forceful, so potent, that she was unable to see how she could stop from giving anything he asked for either.
     
    When Shari was sure that she wasn’t going to be able hold her breath another second, Pierre pulled away from her and watched her labored breaths. But she didn’t even get the chance to figure out what was coming next before it happened.
     
    Pierre spun Sharisse on wobbly legs until she faced the dining table. Before she knew what was coming he had bent her over the well-polished wood. She was still naked and her skin clung uncomfortably against the unforgiving wax coated surface.   Her breasts and belly squeaked awkwardly for a minute before she was able to stop the scoot of her body from the quick momentum.
     
    Oh, my.
     

 
    Pancakes and Penance
     
    Pierre had never felt so fantastic in his whole life. When he woke up the sun had barely begun to rise and the day seemed filled with endless possibilities. His wanton wife lay next to him, and he watched as the fingers of light crept over the burnished skin of her shoulder. He rose from bed and felt in control for the first time since he met Shari.
     
    Her carnal excursions had left her a mindless exhausted heap, her respite was a lazy sprawl of limbs and wild hair. The way she made him smile even as