C43 Forty-three

“I don’t like it when you disobey me or you are being disrespectful,” he murmurs against my ear with a squeeze of my butt. I lift my head from the crook of his neck to stare at him. “It drives me crazy with the need to punish you and I can’t help it sometimes.”

“We won’t always agree on everything,” I say while caressing the scar at the nape of his neck and he goes rigid for a second