Threats from both end

37 Threats from both ends

“And this one,” Bella said, smiling as she straddled Aaron, sitting on his thighs, “is for you!”

Aaron shifted a bit in to support her weight on his legs. He felt around her sides till his hands to down to her waist and then to her buttocks. There, he slapped her hard. Bella moaned, the glass of wine she had in her hand tipped dangerously. She loved it when he spanked her. It was a perk she had and he enjoyed it.

Nothing could compare to an early evening with a spar session—a bed spar session. She chuckled and pulled his nose in a naughty manner. “That one will definitely leave a scar. I hope you like scars?”

“When they’re on you,” Aaron said, leaning forward to nibble on her neck, “I adore them.”

Bella giggled, then pushed him away a bit. “Here, drink. It’s good for you.”