Can't Fall in Love Without You (Christian Yelich)

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Smut.

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Elizabeth failed to make it to Christian's evening game, which meant she broke a promise. An emergency kept her very late at work — so late that he probably beat her home. She just hoped he wouldn't be too upset. She had vowed to be at the park an hour before game time. She was getting home two hours after the game ended instead.

She knew how much he worried.

She had texted him a few times, and he seemed understanding of the emotionally charged situation at work — until the very last text.

You're in for it when you get home, babygirl.

She had tried to get him to explain what that meant, but she got nothing in return. Silence.

Her heart was racing when she struggled with the key to their front door. It only raced harder when she finally got the door open.

"Baby, I'm so sorry, a mother's life was on the line," she tried to explain herself before she even knew whether or not her fiancé was home.

She found him sitting on the couch with a smirk on his face, and her breath caught in her throat when she saw what he was holding in his hands: a paddle.

"Hi," she said softly, biting her lip. Christian loved it when she bit her lip. "I'm so sorry."

He nodded, already rock hard from her vulnerability. "Are you willing to show me how sorry you are?" he asked, tapping the paddle against his knee.

She nodded eagerly, realizing he was turning her own game around on her. And she was fucking ready for it.

"Good girl," he said with a smile, getting to his feet and pushing her up against the living room wall, so her ass faced him. He gave her cheeks a firm squeeze before giving her an instruction. "Go get ready for me, babygirl. You know what I like," he whispered in her ear before blowing his hot breath down her neck. "I'll be waiting on the couch, ready to show you how fucking bad of a girl you've been."

She was already soaked, and she knew it was only going to get worse as she went to change and freshen up before returning to the living room where Christian was waiting . . . Impatiently.

He looked her up and down, taking in her bra and thong, and she awaited his approval. "Good girl, now put your ass in my lap," he growled.

She nodded, knowing exactly what was coming. She got on all fours over her future husband's lap before positioning herself on her stomach so her ass cheeks were easily accessible for him.

She craved the sting of the paddle against her skin. She wanted nothing more, but Christian had other plans, slapping one of his large hands against her so she could get a taste of what was to come. "Christian," she breathed.

She had waited a long time for this.

"You know our codes, right, babygirl? Because daddy isn't going to play around," he said lowly using the paddle to give her a light, playful tap. The calm before the storm.

"Yes, please, baby, show me how bad I've been," she breathed, tensing her muscles in nervous anticipation for what was to come.

"Count them off," he demanded as he gave her ass the first hard, painful spanking, causing her to practically scream, her hands grasping desperately at the arm of the couch.

"One," she said softly, slightly recovered.

"Shhh, babygirl, the kids are sleeping," he joked before giving her another one. And then another and another until her ass was glowing red. When she breathed out "Thirty," he finally stopped to admire his work. He soothed the redness with his hands before telling her to stand up. "You're going to feel that for days," he smirked when he noticed her legs were shaking.