"Hngh," Emily moaned pleasurably when he pulled on her nipple, a grin on her lips. She arched her back a little upward to follow his movement. "T— That's not a bad idea, Master… I think your disobedient wife might need some discipline~"
"Heh, good girl," Erik chuckled, gently caressing her hair with his other hand. "So, we have three things to do: talk, put your gift on you, and finally discipline you into following my orders like a good little slave-wife."
"I vote we skip the first part," Emily smirked, panting lightly from lust.
Erik cocked a domineering eyebrow and pinched her pink bud harder. "When did I give the impression this marriage was a democracy?"
"A— Ah! N— Never, Master! I'm sorry!" Emily cried out, her body twitching, her fists balling, seemingly giving in out of pain, yet grinning from ear to ear.
Of course, that wasn't entirely true. Erik would never dismiss any of his wives' votes, opinions, or thoughts… but who cared about that now?
