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    Still shocked by the naughty game Shana
was instigating, Daman dug his nails into her skin and situated his body over
her legs.   Hearing the word Uncle fall from her lips in their
marriage bed drove him mad with need, surprising and thrilling him at the same
time.   He raised his hand and
brought it down severely on her left cheek, then gave the right one the same
treatment.   He gave her over a dozen
quick slaps in all before pausing to rub her reddening flesh, knowing the
wetness between her thighs would grow and grow as he chastised her.
    “Is my little niece going to behave?   Or does Uncle Daman need to get the
paddle?”   He spanked each thigh
once.
    “Oh!   I’ll be good!   I
promise!   Please don’t punish me
anymore, Uncle.   I’ll do whatever
you want.”
    Damn right you will, he thought as he unzipped
his trousers and freed his cock.   It
jutted out as he stood up off the bed, guiding his wife down to her knees on
the hardwood floor.   “Suck it.”   He fisted his hard length in his hand,
slapping it against her face.
    She studied his cock, her wide eyes
betraying her fear of the unknown.   “I . . . um . . .”
    “Open your mouth.”   His need was so great he required her
mouth now, experienced or not.
    Her pouty lips parted and he took the
opportunity to push his cock forward between her lips, all the way to the back
of her throat.   Hands gripping her
hair, he prevented her from spitting him out.   He felt her gagging and steeled himself
to be harsh.   His first wife had
refused to pleasure him in this way, and for the month they were married he’d
been too lenient on her.   The
dynamic of his relationship with Shana would always be different, a
relationship in which she was subject to his discipline and his every dark
whim.
    Soft whimpers vibrated from her throat as
he began thrusting in and out of her warm, wet mouth.   After a few seconds, she relaxed and
closed her lips firmly around his cock.   He’d never known pleasure so great.   He kept thrusting, filling her up without mercy as he used her
mouth.   His balls tensed up and
tingled, and the room tilted sideways, his vision blurring.   Close, too close.   Reluctantly, he yanked her head away and
put space between them.   He didn’t
want to shoot his seed down her throat – not this time.   He could smell her arousal, the same
sweet, musky scent he’d smelled last night, and he couldn’t wait to rip through
her maidenhead and fuck her senseless, breaking her in as his wife.
    His wife.   His niece.   She was both and no matter how hard he
tried, he would never be able to separate the two.   He felt wicked, but he didn’t care.   Legally she belonged to him, and that
was all that mattered.   His
property.   His
woman to love and protect, his bottom to spank, and his pussy to fuck.
    “Did I do something wrong?” she
asked.   Worry lines materialized on
her face, and her sweet innocence took years off her appearance, her expression
so childlike it reminded him of the scared fifteen year old girl she was when
he’d first met her years ago.   So
much had changed in those eight short years it seemed like a lifetime.   Her body had blossomed like a rare blue
rose, and the lovely, inquisitive young woman she’d become erased all thoughts
of every woman who’d looked his way.   His brief marriage to her aunt was the tiniest blip on the span of his
vast experience in this fallen world.
    “No, Shana, you didn’t do anything
wrong.”
    “Are you angry I called you Uncle?”   A deep pink color stained her cheeks as
she peered up at him from her position on the floor.   Curls of gold wrapped around her
shoulders and poured down her back like a silken cloak.
    “Angry?   No.   Surprised?   Yes,” he answered
truthfully.   “You’ve caused me to
have a change of heart, Shana, and you know that doesn’t happen often.   You may call me Uncle in private if you
wish, but never in the company of