contact with the cold wall and chafed against the gold leaf wallpaper. He pressed her bottom firmly back as if to heighten the sensation and with one thrust embedded himself inside her to the hilt. It was enough to send her over the edge again. His thrusts came hard and fast, designed to match the rhythm of her own orgasm, moving her bottom up and down against the wall in a frantic pace, making it chafe and burn to increase her pleasure. A growl echoed from his lips as she felt him tighten, then spasm and release his own pleasure in unison with her own. He was so deeply inside her it felt as though he would penetrate her womb. In that moment she wanted him more than she wanted anything in the last ten years of her life and damn the consequences and her guilt for being a submissive wife.
Raoul rested his head against her forehead. His thumb traced the delicate curve of her cheek as a still quietness surrounded the room. Her legs were still wrapped around him and he was hardening inside her once again. Sabrina could find no words. What could she say? Her thoughts were confused. She was full of anger, resentment at her spanking and his control over her, but even after all he had done and said, a part of her responded to Raoul with trust and need. She prayed it was not misplaced. God help her, she wanted him with a passion.
His soothing caress was slowing her frantic heartbeat and out of the blue she felt very tired and weary. Sabrina looked directly into his eyes, searching for his intentions. He gave a small laugh.
“I can’t let you go. It’s been too long. All this time… Remember what we had together,” he almost whispered the words. “Just now… it was as if you remembered. Please… come back to me. Allow me to take care of you.” It was a plea for release from torment.
Unexpectedly, Sabrina felt tears gather in her eyes and spill out on to her cheeks.
“There’s so much I don’t know. I had to restart my life from scratch. The doctors told me I might never find out about my past. It’s been ten years now. I only get small flashes of memory. Maybe it isn’t going to happen. What if I can’t remember?” she asked, feeling the sudden weight of panic and guilt as she swept her eyes over all of the photographs of herself with Raoul. She felt it was now her responsibility to remember and ease Raoul’s pain.
Raoul captured her lips and kissed her to silence the pain.
“Shhh. Listen to me, Sabrina. You will remember. I’ll get you all the medical help you need.” He paused and smiled. “But if by some unbelievable chance you don’t, I will just make you fall in love with me all over again.”
A knock at the door and the sound of the housekeeper’s voice interrupted their conversation. Raoul lowered her legs to the floor and slipped out of her. The sudden loss made her feel lonely again. He quickly encased his penis in his trousers once again. Sabrina hurriedly corrected her attire and felt surprised when he caught her hand in his before opening the door.
“Francine, Madame Valoire has come home,” he told the woman with pride. He brought Sabrina’s hand to his lips and gently kissed it. That’s when she saw the wedding ring on his finger. It hadn’t been there when she arrived.
The woman clapped her hands together excitedly and looked at Raoul with relief. She briefly touched his arm and smiled.
“I have done as you asked and moved all of Madame Valoire’s clothes into your room again,” she informed him.
Sabrina frowned.
“Good. Now Madame Valoire is very tired and a little sore.” He grinned. The housekeeper gave a knowing nod of approval. She appeared to know exactly what he was referring to and clearly endorsed her spanking. Sabrina looked away, feeling embarrassment. “She needs to rest, but not before a small celebration for her homecoming. Please bring up a bottle of champagne to our room.”
Any protest Sabrina had felt at sleeping with the man was now mute after their
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