Bound, Spanked and Loved: Fourteen Kinky Valentine's Day Stories (41 page)

Just two days ago, I’d been headed for my doom on the mountain. If Luke hadn’t shown up in time, I would have already been auctioned off, along with the rest of the girls he’d rescued from certain misery.

I peered around the room, my gaze moving from the crackling fire to the sturdy pieces of furniture and the artwork hanging on the walls. The room smelled like Luke, with a faint hint of smoke. I felt as if he surrounded me even in his absence. I hadn’t bothered asking the maid if this was his room; I already knew the answer.

A tray of fruit, crackers, and cheese had been left on a nearby table, but I left it untouched. My stomach had twisted into so many knots, I didn’t know if I would ever be able to eat again. Though anxious about our next encounter, I wished to see Luke again as soon as possible. If he would only arrive and get my punishment over with, the punishment he’d promised me, perhaps we could move on and get to know one another. But how long would it take him to forgive me?

I’d always dreamed of a happy marriage. Now that I was here in Marystown with my fate sealed, I would do anything to build one with Luke. With my family and friends in Gerrardsville, I needed to make a new life for myself here. Start a family of my own and make new friends.

The door creaked open, and my breath froze in my chest. I faced the entryway on trembling legs. Luke strode in and locked the door behind him. His strong presence filled the space, making it harder to breath. I focused on inhaling and exhaling slowly in an attempt to calm my nerves. He wore a dark three-piece suit, much more formal attire than he’d been wearing when he’d found me on the mountain. He also appeared freshly shaven. I wondered if he’d cleaned up in this room while I’d been sleeping.

“You look well rested, Nora.”

“Th-thank you for your hospitality.”

“This is your home now, too. You are to be my wife.”

“Our wedding ceremony?” My tongue felt heavy in my mouth. “When will it take place?”

His eyes darkened. “Tomorrow morning. It will be a small affair in the parlor downstairs with only the priest and the required number of witnesses present, likely my butler and one of the maids.” He crossed his arms and glared at me, the sort of glare a parent directs at a recalcitrant child. “I arrived in Gerrardsville to find your family’s household in chaos, your stepsisters and mother fretting over your disappearance, and your stepfather trying desperately to locate you. As your family began to fear the worst, we had to cancel the wedding. I promised your stepfather I would find you, and I did. I’ve dispatched a messenger to inform your family of your whereabouts so they can cease worrying about you.”

“Thank you, sir.” Calling him by his first name still didn’t feel right. If being called
sir
bothered him, he gave no indication. I lifted my chin and took a deep breath. “Are we to sleep together tonight, before the wedding takes place? I mean, that’s fine with me, sir. I won’t object. I was just wondering about your plans for this evening.” I spoke so fast, the words ran together in a ridiculous jumble. Tremors shook my hands, and I clasped them together in an effort to hide my nervousness.

He lifted an eyebrow at me, an amused lilt in his voice. “I have no intention of claiming you before we are properly wed, Nora.” He closed the distance between us in three large steps. “I ought to add to the punishment you already have coming for suggesting such a thing. Naughty, naughty little girl.”

A heated wave stole through me. I ducked my head, my face burning. “Forgive me, sir. I only wish to please you. I didn’t mean to disparage your character by suggesting you would partake in pre-premarital se-sex.” My face flamed hotter. I’d never said the word
sex
aloud in my life.

“Were you trying to seduce me, Nora, in hopes that I would forget about your punishment?”

“No!” I held my hands out in a gesture of innocence. “I promised to submit to my punishment, and I intend to keep that promise.” I felt frantic and cornered. He stood directly before me, looming over me with his wide shoulders squared and his nostrils flaring.

He grasped my hands in his and pulled me forward until my knees brushed his legs. Then he moved his grip up to my arms, holding me in place as he peered into my eyes.

“Are you a virgin, Nora? Your stepfather insisted you were an innocent girl, but your forwardness has me wondering if you’ve given up your maidenhood to another.” His voice hardened. “Is that why you ran away? Because you wished to marry another?”

“You have it all wrong, sir.” I trembled. God, how I trembled. “I was honest with you before, I swear it. I ran away because I feared marrying a stranger, and I didn’t wish to leave Gerrardsville. That is all. I’m a good girl! I promise I’ve never been with a man.”

He relaxed, if only slightly, but he maintained a secure hold on me. “I hope you are not lying to me, Nora. May God have mercy on you if you are. You don’t want to find out what happens to little girls who tell lies.”

I gulped and made a mental note to always tell him the truth, even if the truth got me in some sort of trouble. Maybe he wanted me because he desired a virgin. Maybe the women in Marystown had a propensity for premarital relations. I was grasping at straws as I tried to decipher his motives toward me, but nothing else made sense.

“I will make you my wife, Nora, even if you aren’t a virgin. I simply do not like being lied to. Lies can destroy the foundation of any relationship.”

He’d been hurt, then. A woman had lied to him, wounded him. I tried to imagine his past and what had happened to turn him into the commanding, fearsome man he was today.

“I promise to never lie to you, sir.” I forced a smile and nodded, trying my best to be sweet and submissive. It wasn’t difficult, and I needn’t pretend. I felt hopelessly surrendered to him already, though he’d yet to lay a hand on me.

His assessing, dominant gaze bored into me. “I am going to examine your privates before I punish you, Nora. I want to be sure the maid did a proper job of shaving you bare, and I also intend to find out if you’ve ever had a cock between your thighs.”

Chapter Three

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“T
ake off your nightdress, Nora.”

I stared at him, my open mouth no doubt portraying my deep shock. He crossed his arms and leaned against the foot of the bed, my discomfort seeming not to move him. In fact, I could’ve sworn a glint of desire sparked in his dark gaze, and his nostrils were flaring again. I wanted to argue that we weren’t married yet and this wasn’t proper, but I feared his reaction if I resisted.

If only I hadn’t run away. We could’ve had our wedding and started our marriage pleasantly. Instead, I was to be punished by my husband-to-be the night before our nuptials.

“Yes, sir,” I mumbled, drawing the nightdress over my head with slow movements. I held it bunched up in front of me, keeping my nudity concealed from him. I couldn’t help it. This was the first time I’d ever been naked in front of a man.

His gaze trained on mine, he pushed away from the bed and took off his jacket, placing it over the back of a chair. With a determined look, he removed his gold cufflinks and rolled up his sleeves.

I quivered, still using my nightdress as a shield. The silk fabric trailed against my freshly shaven cunny with each quick breath I inhaled. I felt especially sensitive and achy between my thighs. My nipples grew tight and tingled, as if begging to be touched. Shame heated my face, and I hoped he got my punishment over with soon. But, at the thought of my impending examination, I gripped the nightdress and backed away from Luke.

He frowned and lunged forward, ripping the garment from my hands. I wasn’t wearing underthings, since the maid hadn’t provided a pair, and I instinctively moved my hands in front of my center and stared at the floor, too ashamed to peer into Luke’s eyes for a moment longer. Did he know I was achy between my thighs? Did he realize embarrassment wasn’t the only cause of my flushing?

“Get on the bed, Nora, and lie down on your back, with your knees bent and your legs spread.”

I obeyed, my body humming at his nearness. He stood tall beside the bed, watching intently as I got into position, his hands on his hips. His size intimidated me as much as his commanding presence.

He sat on the bed and thrust my legs open wider. The cool air hit the insides of my exposed privates. I put my hands over my eyes and shuddered, willing him to get on with it and make it fast.

“You have a nice, large clit, Nora. Tell me, do you ever stroke yourself?”

“I don’t know what—”

“Remember what I said about lying, little girl. Think very carefully before you answer me. Do you ever stroke your pussy and make yourself feel good?”

I whimpered behind my hands. “Yes, sir. I touch myself...on occasion.”

“Look at me, young lady. You will not hide from me during your examination.”

I uncovered my face, forcing my hands to my sides. I gripped the covers and met his eyes.

“Good girl. Now,” he said, placing his fingertips atop the nubbin I caressed
on occasion
, “your pussy is mine. You will never, ever touch yourself without permission.” He raised his hand and brought his fingers down on my clit, delivering one firm slap that had me gasping and thrashing about on the bed. But he held me down, keeping my thighs spread.

“Please, sir. That hurt.”

“It was supposed to hurt and serve as a reminder.” He glared at me from over my shamefully exposed privates. “Should I discover you have touched yourself without permission, I will spank your pussy long and hard. Do you want a pussy spanking?”

I shook my head. “Please, sir, no. I promise not to touch myself.”

“Good. Now, let’s have a better look at your smooth, pink parts.” He lowered his head and stared at my privates, pulling my lips apart as he conducted a thorough inspection. He spread me wide from every angle and left no area of my cunny untouched, taking his time as he stroked and examined my smooth nether lips. Finally, he straightened and gave a nod. “The maid did a fine job of shaving you bare. You will be kept shaved smooth just like this at all times, Nora. Do you understand?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Good girl. Now, it’s time to find out if you were lying about being a virgin.” He cupped my privates, pressing the heel of his hand against that sensitive nubbin he’d just slapped. “For your sake, little girl, I hope you aren’t lying to me.”

Though I’d never so much as kissed a man, my eyes widened and fear clenched my stomach tight. How could he discern whether or not I’d ever had a cock between my thighs? My lower lip wobbled, and I held back a sob.

“I’m going to push two fingers into your cunny entrance, Nora. If you’re a virgin, I’ll be able to feel your hymen.”

My
what
? I wanted to ask him to explain, but the words caught in my throat.

He swirled his fingers through my growing moisture, circling my nubbin for a few moments of shameful bliss. To my absolute mortification, I moaned and lifted my hips as he touched me—
oh yes!—
on that extra sensitive spot.

I cried out as he slapped my inner thigh. Somehow, the disapproving look he gave me left me quivering and throbbing, increasing the slickness where he’d just been rubbing. I flushed hard.

“None of that, young lady. You will be very still for this inspection. First, I must lubricate my fingers in your naughty wetness before thrusting inside you. If you are indeed a virgin, your cunny will be especially tight. I don’t want to cause you unnecessary pain.”

I nodded. “Yes, sir.” God, how I ached. Staying still while he resumed the firm caresses and touches to my clit became an exercise in self-restraint. Tears of frustration welled in my eyes, burning and blurring my vision.

Moving to the opening of my cunny, he pushed into me with slow thrusts, creating a delicious friction that had me clenching my teeth to keep from moaning. I gripped the bedcovers in an effort to obey him. My inner thigh still stung where he’d slapped me, reminding me what would happen if I attempted to meet his plunges.

He paused and placed his free hand on my lower stomach, his dark gaze searching mine. Inside me, he pushed deeper and deeper. I whimpered and tensed at the sudden uncomfortable intrusion. I’d never had anything inside me before, not even my own fingers.

A look of immense satisfaction crossed his features. The corner of his mouth turned up, and he lifted his eyebrows, leaning over me with an air of authority. “I can feel your hymen, your maidenhead, Nora.” He shoved a tad farther, and I winced.

“Please, sir. It’s starting to really hurt.”

He continued to prod me, thrusting in my cunny with shallow drives, only to occasionally push deep enough to make me cry out as he hit the part of me that apparently proved my innocence. If a mere two fingers inserted in my privates caused pain, how would I manage to accept his cock on our wedding night? He was so tall and solidly built, I wondered if the length and girth of his manhood corresponded to his body’s size. Despite my fear, a fresh wave of heat suffused my cheeks.

“You have a pretty pink cunny, Nora. Nice and tight, too.” His eyes tangled with mine. “Tomorrow morning after we speak our vows, I’m going to put my cock inside you and pound you hard. I’m going to fill you with my seed, and you’re going to be an obedient wife and take it. Do you understand?”

“Yes, sir.” What else could I say?
Please, sir, don’t pound me with your large cock
? I think not. I would close my eyes and think of Gerrardsville to make it through the pain.

He withdrew from my pussy, causing my heartbeat to pick up. My bottom tingled at the thought of a spanking. Or a whipping. The gold buckle on his belt winked at me as he shifted on the bed. Perhaps he’d thrash me with the thick leather.

Swallowing past the fear constricting my throat, I prayed for the strength to obey him during my punishment. I’d promised to submit, and, however much it hurt, I reminded myself that he had rescued my four companions from the slavers’ wagon. It seemed silly to think I owed him my compliance, but that’s exactly how I felt. At least this once, I owed him my surrender.