Nosy by Nature Page 6

  At the mention of marriage, Daphne couldn’t resist telling Claire all about the romantic way in which Zak had proposed to her. When she was finished, the other girl let out a sigh as she admitted that John’s proposal wasn’t nearly so romantic.

  “But our wedding day was absolutely perfect,” Claire told her with a smile, adding that she and John had decided to get married around Christmas.

  Daphne looked at the other girl incredulously when Claire said that she and John had had an outdoor wedding. “You got married outside? It must have been freezing.”

  “Freezing?” Claire looked at her in confusion for a moment, then flushed. “I s-suppose it was a little cold. I think it may even have snowed lightly. But that only made it more romantic.”

  Daphne lifted a brow, but said nothing. She wasn’t a big fan of cold weather herself, which was why she and Zak had gotten married in the summertime. But she supposed if you lived in the Midwest like Claire and John had, then you probably wouldn’t mind the colder weather. And she had to admit that when Claire described her wedding, it did sound romantic.

  The way Claire closed her eyes and smiled at the memory of their wedding made little alarm bells go off in Daphne’s head, though. It seemed pretty obvious that the other woman was the sentimental type, which made it hard to understand why she would throw out their photo albums. It simply didn’t make any sense.

  Daphne was still thinking about that when she got home. Remembering that the box of albums she’d taken from the garbage was still in the garage, she couldn’t resist the urge to take a quick look. She knew she had promised Zak that she wouldn’t snoop anymore, but she reasoned that looking through someone’s stuff wasn’t really snooping if they’d already thrown it in the trash. She was sure there was a law about it being public domain once it went in the garbage.

  With that in mind, she pulled the cardboard box out from under Zak’s workbench and kneeling down beside it, opened the flaps. Reaching inside, she took out the photo album on top, then sat back on her heels, slowly began to page through it.

  Like the pictures she had seen the first day she’d been rummaging through the neighbors’ boxes, these showed Claire with dark hair and John sporting a beard and mustache.

  Reaching into the box for another album, Daphne was stunned when she saw it was a wedding album. Now, no one in their right mind would ever get rid of that.

  Sitting back again, she opened the cover. Her brow furrowed as she read the neatly printed words on the inside. Claire and John Fredericks. That was odd. Claire and John’s last name wasn’t Fredericks. It was Anderson.

  Her frown deepening, Daphne slowly began to turn the pages. The photos were definitely of Claire and John, and even more surprising than seeing that their name was Fredericks was discovering that their wedding ceremony hadn’t been performed in some gazebo in the snow, like Claire had told her, but on a beach at sunset. Obviously, the ceremony hadn’t taken place anywhere near the Midwest.

  Why would Claire lie about where they had gotten married? What reason could the other girl possibly have for keeping something as simple as that a secret?

  Daphne considered that. Maybe the pictures weren’t from their wedding. Maybe the couple had renewed their vows on a tropical beach somewhere. People did that all the time.

  But the more she looked at the pictures, the more Daphne decided the photos didn’t really support that theory. There looked to be a full wedding party. Who would bring all those people along to renew their vows?

  Telling herself there must be some explanation, Daphne closed the album and was about to set it down on the floor when a piece of paper fluttered out. Picking it up, she saw that it was a receipt from the wedding photographer. Beneath the name Memorable Photography was an address, and her brow furrowed when she read it. Miami.

  Daphne stared down at the paper. This was beyond suspicious. She had to tell Zak about it. Yes, he would be angry with her for snooping on their new neighbors again, and yes, he would probably spank her for it—hard—but even he would have to admit there was something going on here that demanded more investigation.

  She flipped through a few more albums, getting more suspicious with each picture. Suddenly realizing it was getting late and that Zak would be home soon, she slipped the receipt into her pocket and put the albums back in the box. Closing the flaps, she pushed it back underneath the workbench. Getting to her feet, she brushed off her knees and walked across the garage into the house.

  Closing the door behind her, she glanced at her watch and was surprised to see it was already after five. She’d been so preoccupied with the box of photo albums that she hadn’t even taken anything out for dinner. Crap.

  Walking over to the refrigerator, she opened the door and was just rummaging around inside when she heard the garage door open. She shrugged and tossed a plastic container back in the freezer. Take-out it is.

  But when Zak came in, he surprised her by suggesting they go out for dinner instead.

  “Go out?” she asked when he lifted his head.

  It wasn’t like they never went out for dinner. Actually, they went out for dinner quite a bit on the weekends. It was just that they usually planned their evenings out in advance.

  Zak flashed her a grin. “I was thinking maybe we’d go see a movie, too.” His arms tightened around her as he pulled her close against him. “And then, when we get home, I’ll give you a good-girl spanking.”

  She blinked. “Really?”

  He brushed her hair back from her face. “I think it’s only fair that if I give you a discipline spanking for snooping, then I should give you a good-girl one when you don’t snoop, don’t you? Sort of like reinforcing good behavior.”

  Daphne gazed up at him, her pulse fluttering. It felt like it had been ages since she’d had a good-girl spanking. She was getting wet just thinking about it. Plus dinner and a movie, too. It couldn’t get any better.

  Suddenly, she remembered the receipt in her pocket. If she showed it to her husband, there was no way the spanking she got that night would be of the good-girl variety. More likely, she’d find herself with her bottom on fire and her nose in the corner again.

  She couldn’t tell him about what she’d discovered. At least, not tonight.

  With a smile, Daphne reached up on her tiptoes and gave him a kiss. “I’ll go change,” she said, then hurried into the living room and up the steps.

  * * * *

  Zak watched his wife go, his gaze drawn to her sexy, little ass. He was really looking forward to having a night out with her. He was definitely looking forward to giving her a slow, sensual good-girl spanking, too. It had certainly been a while since they’d done that and he was relieved he wouldn’t have to give her another discipline spanking that night. While it sounded ridiculous., he thought they were harder on him than they were on her. Of course, he wouldn’t hesitate to administer another one if she went back on her word and snooped again. They had made a deal together about that and he was going to stick to it.

  At least the spanking he’d given her the other night had finally gotten her attention. Daphne hadn’t snooped on the new neighbors even once since then. Of course, he supposed she could be hiding it from him, but he didn’t get that feeling. He knew her well enough to know when she was hiding something from him. Maybe she had finally learned her lesson.

  He hoped so. Because he sure as hell didn’t like having to be the bad guy in all of this.

  * * * *

  Daphne and Zak went to one of their favorite Italian restaurants for dinner, then saw an action flick afterward. Though the food and the movie were great, all Daphne could think about was the spanking she was going to get when they got home. The anticipation had her squirming in her seat more than once.

  As excited as she was about the spanking, however, she couldn’t stifle a yawn as she walked into the house.

  “You sure you’re not too tired for a spanking?” Zak asked, closing the door behind them.

  Daphne turned
to give him a sexy smile. “I’m never too tired for that.”

  Her chuckled softly. “Upstairs or down?”

  Her grin broadened. “Up, of course.” She went up on tiptoe to kiss him on the mouth. “Give me five minutes.”

  Without waiting for answer, Daphne turned and slowly made her way up the stairs, careful to put an extra bit of wiggle in her walk as she did so. At the top, she kicked off her sandals and left them there, then pushed down her skirt and stepped out of it, leaving it on the floor in a place that he was sure to be able to see it from where he was standing. Outside the bedroom, she pulled her cami-top over her head and tossed it onto the floor as she walked inside. Her bra and panties quickly followed. She stood for a moment, surveying the well-marked trail of clothes before climbing into bed. She wondered for a moment if she should put on some skimpy lingerie, but then decided against it. It would only end up on the floor anyway. So, leaning back against the pillows, she assumed a sexy pose and waited for her husband to come upstairs.

  When Zak appeared a few minutes later, he stood in the doorway for a moment to gaze at her naked form. Daphne felt herself blush under the heat she saw there. Which was silly, considering that her husband saw her naked all of the time. But when he looked at with those smoldering, dark eyes of his, she just knew he was thinking about all the ways he was going to make love to her—and all the ways he was going to spank her—and it always brought a rush of color to her cheeks.

  His gaze still on her, Zak slowly began to unbutton his shirt as he walked over to the bed. Daphne watched him eagerly, her pulse quickening as he revealed his muscular chest and washboard stomach.

  Placing one knee on the bed, Zak leaned close, then slid his hand in her long hair and tilted her head back so he could gently kiss her on the mouth. The kiss was teasing, his lips barely brushing hers at first, but then his mouth became more demanding, his tongue almost desperate as it sought hers.

  Daphne kissed him back just as passionately, her mouth just as insistent and demanding as his. She ran her hands up his chest to his broad shoulders, loving the feel of his hard muscles as they bunched and flexed beneath her fingers. She didn’t think she could ever get enough of him.

  Abruptly, Zak lifted his head to gaze down at her. “Ready for that spanking, babe?” he asked in a husky voice.

  Daphne got that same fluttery feeling in her tummy she always did when he mentioned spanking her. Unable to answer, she could only nod her head.

  But that was enough for Zak. Shifting so that he was sitting on the edge of the bed, he took her hand and guided her over his lap. The material of his jeans was rough against her bare skin, but she was glad that he’d left them on. There was just something so damn sexy about him being dressed while she was naked, she thought as she wiggled into a more comfortable position. Stretching out on the bed, she pillowed her head on her folded arms and let out a sigh of contentment.

  Zak slowly ran his hand down her back and over the curve of her bottom, his touch a gentle caress as he trailed his fingers down the back of one bare leg and up the other. Daphne closed her eyes and let out a little moan. For such a strong man, her husband had the gentlest touch. Though she’d feel his strength soon enough when he began to spank her, she thought with a little smile. But for now, he seemed content to simply caress her upturned bottom. That was just fine with her.

  Cupping her right cheek, he gave it a gentle squeeze, before lifting his hand to give her ass a light smack. It was barely a lovepat and Daphne moaned again as he brought down his hand on her other cheek. She liked the way he started out with light smacks, not giving her any indication when he might change things up and spank her harder.

  Zak worked back and forth like that, alternating from side to side, each smack a little harder than the one before until her ass cheeks felt hot and tingly all over. Unable to help herself, Daphne let out soft, little squeals of protest. Not that she wanted him to back-off. If anything, she wanted him to spank her harder. Oddly enough, she could take a much harder good-girl spanking than a bad-girl one. Maybe it was just her state of mind at the time. Or perhaps it was because Zak tended to stop in between spanks to rub the sting from her ass.

  As if on cue, her husband stopped spanking her to give her nicely warmed ass cheeks a firm squeeze. Daphne gasped, only to moan as he slid his hand between her legs to play with her pussy. She was so wet that his finger slid in easily and she made little cooing sounds as he wiggled it back and forth.

  She was just thinking she might be able to come from what he was doing when he abruptly slid his finger out. Daphne whimpered in protest, which earned her a chuckle and a sharp smack on the bottom. That spank was much harder than the previous smacks had been and she yelped as he smacked first one cheek, then the other in quick, rapid succession. This was what she had been waiting for all night, and though the spank stung like crazy, she loved every minute of it.

  Then Zak was touching her again, his fingers sliding along the folds of her pussy until he found her clit. He toyed with the little nub gently, using just enough pressure to feel good, but not enough to make her come. Clearly, he was intent on teasing her. She didn’t mind. She didn’t want to come yet anyway. She wanted this pleasure to go on and on.

  As Zak continued to make small, lazy circles around her clit with his finger, he brought his other hand down on her ass in a steady rhythm of spanks. The combination of the two sensations was arousing as hell. Every time she flinched from the spanking, she was rewarded with extra pressure on her super sensitive clitoris. She was going to come soon, she was sure of it.

  But Zak was obviously still intent on teasing her because after gliding his finger along her slit, he pulled his hand away to focus his complete attention on spanking her again. He even gave her a few on the backs of her thighs in between. That really made her squirm.

  Then just as quickly as he started spanking her, he stopped to massage her ass cheeks again. She sighed. God, he was good at getting her all hot and bothered.

  Unable to control herself, Daphne was just about to slip her hand down and touch herself when Zak surprised her by rolling her off his lap and onto her back on the bed. She blinked up at him questioningly, but he only grinned before swooping down and pressing a tender kiss to the soft skin of her inner thigh. She didn’t know what she wanted to do more—giggle at the tickling sensation of the light scruff on his jaw as it brushed her sensitive skin, or moan at the exquisite feel of his tongue as it slowly headed closer to her suddenly eager pussy. She opted for the moan. She suddenly couldn’t wait to feel his tongue on her, especially with her bottom tingling like it was.

  But Zak surprised her again, this time by lifting up both her legs and applying several hard spanks on her sit-spots. Ouch! Those really stung in that position.

  Lowering her legs again, Zak spread them wide and buried his face in her pussy. Instead of putting his mouth directly on her clit like she’d hoped he would, however, he went back to teasing her again, gliding his tongue along her slippery folds, moving up one side and down the other, barely brushing her clitoris. Daphne let the teasing continue for a moment, enjoying the game her husband was playing with her despite how impatient she was. Soon, though, the waiting was too much and she had to feel his mouth on her clit.

  Lifting her hand, she threaded her fingers in his thick hair and guided him to the exact spot where she wanted him to focus his attention. Zak obediently made little circles around her clit with his tongue. Daphne moaned. God, his mouth was like magic.

  And so were his hands, she decided as he slid his hands up her thighs to cup her stinging ass cheeks in a firm grip. Daphne moaned again, louder this time. She could have him lick her pussy all night. If she could hold off her orgasm that long.

  But as Zak began to lap at her clit faster and faster, she realized that wasn’t an option. She could already feel her orgasm approaching. She tried to pull away, hoping to keep herself on the edge a little longer, but her husband was having none of it. Squeezing her ass chee
ks even more tightly, he held her in place and delved his tongue into her so fiercely she had no choice but to come immediately. Throwing her head back, she screamed out, reveling in the ecstasy of the moment as the sensations coursed through her.

  Still heady from her orgasm, Daphne lay back on the bed afterward, enjoying the feel of Zak’s mouth on her as he coaxed the last little tremors of pleasure from her clit. Gently pressing a kiss to the inside of her thigh, he lifted his head and gazed up at her. After a moment, he got to his feet and slowly unbuckled his belt.

  Daphne watched eagerly as her husband unbuttoned his jeans and pushed them down his trim hips. His underwear quickly followed and as he stood naked before her, his cock hard and throbbing, all she could think about was how absolutely gorgeous he was.

  Bracing a hand on either side of her head, Zak leaned over to kiss her long and hard on the mouth.

  “Get on your hands and knees,” he ordered softly.

  The position was one of her favorites and Daphne didn’t need to be told twice. With a grin, she quickly rolled onto her hands and knees, wiggling her bottom a little in invitation as she did so. That earned her a smack on the ass and she squealed.

  Grasping her hips, Zak positioned himself at the opening of her pussy, rubbing the head of his cock up and down her slit before sliding his hard length into her wetness.

  Daphne gasped as he filled her. She was always amazed at how well they fit together. It was like they were made for each other.

  As Zak began to thrust in and out, she couldn’t think of anything but how wonderful what he was doing felt. She especially loved the feel of his hips smacking against her freshly spanked ass every time he pumped into her. In fact, she didn’t think it could get any better until her husband began to smack her upturned ass with his hand in time with his thrusts. The sting from the spanks, combined with the feel of his hard cock inside her, sent her into orbit almost immediately and within seconds, she felt herself starting to come.