Love Lasts Forever

punishment

I sigh contentedly as I cuddle up closer to Charlie, feeling his strong arms wrap around me and pull me in close. We've just put the kids to bed, and for the first time in what feels like forever, we have the house to ourselves.

"Mmm, you feel so good, Harper," Charlie murmurs, nuzzling his face into my neck.

I can't help but grin, feeling a little sassy. "Oh, do I?" I tease, wiggling my hips against him suggestively.

Charlie growls low in his throat, and I feel a thrill run through me. I know that sound – it's the sound he makes when he's about to punish me. And truth be told, I love it when he does.

"Oh, you're gonna get it now, little miss," he says, his voice low and husky. Before I know what's happening, he's flipped me over onto my stomach and tied my hands together with something – I'm not sure what, but it's soft and doesn't hurt.

"Charlie!" I gasp, trying to squirm out of his grasp. But it's no use – he's too strong for me.

"Naughty girls get punished, Harper," he says, his voice full of mock severity. "And you, my dear, have been very naughty."

I can't help but laugh at his antics, even as my heart races with excitement. "What are you going to do to me?" I ask, my voice breathless with anticipation.

Charlie's only answer is to run his hands over my body, teasing me through my clothes. I can feel my nipples harden under his touch, and I writhe against him, desperate for more.

"Please, Charlie," I beg, my voice barely above a whisper. "I need you."

He chuckles, his breath warm against my ear. "What do you need, Harper?" he asks, his voice full of dark promise.

"I need you to touch me," I gasp, my hips bucking against him. "Please, Charlie, I need you inside me."

But Charlie doesn't seem to be in any rush. Instead, he continues to tease me, running his hands over my body and whispering filthy things in my ear. I'm writhing and moaning beneath him, begging for release, when he finally relents.

He unties my hands and flips me over onto my back, his eyes dark with desire. "Beg me again, Harper," he says, his voice low and husky.

"Please, Charlie," I gasp, my voice quivering with need. "I need you to fuck me. Please, I can't take it any longer."

With a growl, Charlie pulls off my clothes and spreads my legs wide, exposing me to him. He dips his head down and starts to eat me out, his tongue swirling around my clit and sending waves of pleasure crashing through me.

I cry out, my hips bucking off the bed as I come hard against his mouth. But Charlie doesn't stop there – he keeps going, licking and sucking at my sensitive flesh until I'm begging him to stop.

Finally, he relents, pulling away and crawling up my body. He positions himself at my entrance and looks down at me, his eyes full of lust and love.

"I love you, Harper," he says, his voice barely above a whisper.

"I love you too, Charlie," I gasp, pulling him down for a kiss.

And then he's inside me, filling me up and making me feel whole. We move together, our bodies melding as one, as we chase our pleasure and our release.

It doesn't take long before we're both crying out, our orgasms crashing over us like waves. And as we come down from our high, Charlie collapses on top of me, his breathing ragged and his body slick with sweat.

"That was amazing," I murmur, my fingers tracing lazy circles on his back.

Charlie chuckles, his breath warm against my neck. "Yeah, it was," he agrees.

We lay there like that for a while, our bodies entwined and our hearts beating as one. And as we drift off to sleep, I can't help but feel grateful for this man who loves me, who punishes me, and who always knows how to make me feel good.

"I love you, Charlie," I murmur, my eyes fluttering closed.

"I love you too, Harper," he replies, his voice thick with sleep.

And with that, we drift off into a peaceful slumber, satisfied and happy in each other's arms.