Irritation curled at the corner of Ancel’s mouth when his wife stopped and then asked about his son.  He took the initiative, crossing the last few steps to his wife. He grabbed her arm again, pulling her into him.  “You’re not getting it,” he said through clenched teeth, his bulge again pressing into her belly but with more force and not so soft a brush as before when she came to him on the bed.  “Either you want to learn pleasure or you’re just itching for some punishment.”  He spun her around, not letting go of her upper arm, his other hand grabbing her other arm, pulling her close to him, bringing her again under his physical control.<br/><br/>With her exposded body taut against his, he rubbed himself again against her rear, just between her cheeks.  His mouth close to her ear, the warmth of his breath issuing forth between his teeth and down her neck.  “We can do this my way, or you will let me teach you Natalya.”  It was an odd omission from his lips, he had rarely spoke her name before, only in public, and this time it came out in the bedroom.  Though he had forced the words through clenched teeth, there was an edge of lust in his voice when he said her name.  Somewhere in there it acknowledged that he did want her, and while he took what he could from her, it was something she had over him, his desire for her.  Perhaps it wasn’t the love he had for his first wife, but he did want the younger woman.<br/>