I grab a handful of the soft flesh around her hip and squeeze, and her back bows even farther, thighs parted so enticingly. She’s aching for something she doesn’t even understand.

Taking my time, I dispense of my jacket and waistcoat and then slowly unbutton my dress shirt. Despite the fact she can’t see, my wife is turning toward me, her ornate mask staring down the scars on my torso as my shirt drifts to the floor. It’s unnerving, and it isn’t logical, but I feel her gaze on me regardless. As if she possesses the ability to see through the layers of metal. As if she can see me for who I really am.

“Turn around,” I command.

She jumps at the harshness of my voice but then settles back into her position once my hands are upon her again. This time, I’m stroking, caressing the length of her body. Getting a feel for my most interesting acquisition. She makes a soft sound of pleasure as my palms come around her waist and skate up over her tits. Her nipples are so hard she whimpers when they scrape against my skin, and I would bet all the money in my bank account her pussy is swollen for me too.

“Do you like this?” My lips hover over her ear, nipping at the lobe before they trail down her throat.

She makes a sound of protest that gets caught in her throat, but it ejects when I remove one of my hands and smack her ass so hard my fingers are imprinted on it.

“Santi—” My name dies on her lips as I repeat the action, slapping her ass again.

She tries to arch away as she shrieks, but my arm curves around her waist, forcing her to stay still and bear it.

Three. Four. Five. Six times I slap her, and her skin glows cherry red as the blood rushes to the surface. She’s panting, heaving, twisting in my grasp when I slide my fingers down between her thighs to feel her soaking want.

“Please,” she starts to beg as I stroke her. “I need… I can’t…”

I’m not in the business of giving my enemies what they want. But her voice sounds so sweet. So full of loathing for her own request, I can only reason that she will hate me all the more for being able to control her this way.