“C’mon, babycakes,” her husband said. When was the last time he had called her that? What could have overcome him today? She hated it when he called her that, but she’d never told him. “Let’s go, I’m coming… soon… c’mon, baby!”
And then it was over.
Thank God it was over. She thought it would never end.
Then her husband started to cry. He burst out in loud sobs. This had happened three or four times in the past year or two, on the occasions they happened to sleep together. He was like a little kid. She felt panicked. If her husband started crying after s*x that meant this wasn’t nearly over. Oh, s**t.
“Punish me, babycakes. I’ve been bad to you,” he said. “Go get one of your belts and punish me.”
Oh, no. She couldn’t go in the closet. Though she usually protested, this time she glance
