Bound, Spanked and Loved: Fourteen Kinky Valentine's Day Stories (44 page)

“Very nice. You look beautiful with a plug seated between your cute little bottom cheeks, Nora.” He moved up to straddle me and gave me another deep kiss that left me breathless and shuddering.

His hardness nudged between my pussy lips, and he reached down to drag the head of his cock through my wetness before ever so slowly inching forward. I gasped at the fullness, the sensation of being stretched in both my holes. That’s how he wanted me. Filled and stretched.

The lines on his face deepened in concentration, and I got the sense he was holding back. I appreciated his restraint, especially when I felt the sharp pain of his cock pushing against the same barrier he’d pressed against last night with his fingers.

He grasped my chin and forced my gaze to his. “How do you feel?”

“Um, very full, sir.”
Aching. Excited. Scary good.

He smiled darkly. “You’re about to feel a lot fuller.”

Chapter Six

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T
he headboard banged against the wall under the force of Luke’s deep thrust into my center. A piercing pain ripped through me, but it lasted no more than two seconds. He gripped my hips and remained submerged in my tightness, not moving at first. He studied my face, as if making sure I was all right, before he withdrew slightly and pushed back inside my pussy.

“I’m going to pound you until I come inside you, Nora.” He placed one hand on my stomach, spreading his fingers wide. “I’m going to fill you up with my seed.”

His words almost made me orgasm on the spot. The walls of my pussy clamped down around his length and I cried out when he tormented my nipples, alternately pinching and rolling them between his fingers. Pressure coiled in my nether region at the steady thrusting rhythm he created inside me, and when he pushed in and out faster, he had to once again grip my hips for support.

At some point, the slight sting from the plug stretching me had transformed to an exquisite throb. I hadn’t even known my secret hole could feel such pleasure, and I once again envisioned my husband putting his cock there.
Punish me, sir. I’ve been a bad girl.

Soon the insistent thrusts of his cock had me gasping for air. Pressure coiled tighter and tighter. His front impacted upon my clit with each quick plunge, driving me closer to the sweet edge of oblivion.

“Come for me now, Nora.” He released one of my hips to slap the underside of my left breast, and somehow this roughness, this extra twinge of pain, hurled me into the wondrous abyss of release. I came hard and felt the fullness of his huge cock and the plug in my bottom more acutely as my muscles contracted. Stars dotted my vision, and my head fell to the side as I rode out the pulsing remnants of my orgasm.

Luke followed me soon after, pumping faster until he spurted his warm seed into my depths. He withdrew from me moments later, and I rested on my side, wishing he would remove the plug from my bottom. Now that I was coming down from the high of pleasure, the intrusion once again burned in my stretched hole. As if reading my mind, he grinned and tapped at the plug, making it wiggle in my backside.

“Oh!”

“I’ll remove it in a few moments. Stay here. I’ll be right back.”

A few moments
felt like a small eternity, but once Luke had finished cleaning up in the bathroom, he returned to remove the plug. He also pressed a warm, wet cloth to my center and gazed at me tenderly while he cleaned me up.

He urged me to curl up next to him underneath the covers. I snuggled against him, the coarse hairs on his chest tickling my cheek. My cunny and bottom hole were both sore, but it was a good kind of sore. The kind of sore I wanted to experience again. Just not in the immediate future.

I fell asleep in his arms and awoke an indiscernible time later to the rich aroma of oyster soup. My mouth started watering before my eyes opened.

“Wake up, sleepyhead. It’s time for lunch. I had the cook prepare one of your favorites.”

I sat up against the pillows and stretched my arms then blinked sleepily at Luke. “How did you know oyster soup was one of my favorites?”

“Your stepfather told me a lot about you.” He placed the tray on my lap. “Eat and then we’ll get dressed and take a walk around the estate.”

The prospect of exploring the outdoors, even if we didn’t leave his property, thrust me into full wakefulness. The soup was delicious, and I finished the entire bowl in a matter of minutes. Luke sat on his side of the bed with a tray piled with miniature turkey sandwiches and fruit. We shared our meal in cordial silence. Each time he caught me staring at him from the corner of my eye, I flushed and ducked my head.

He was so gorgeous, I couldn’t help but stare. He hadn’t dressed yet and didn’t seem aware of his own nudity, though I spotted a robe lying across a chair near the door and supposed he’d donned it long enough to admit the maid with our lunch.

We spent the rest of the day walking the vast grounds of his estate. Though located within Marystown, his land sprawled outside of the village, across fifty acres of countryside, most of which were fenced in. He kept dozens of horses, goats, chickens, and other livestock. There were two large barns inside the fences behind his mansion and two hotel-like structures that housed many of the servants and their families.

His generosity toward his servants strengthened my growing belief that he possessed a good character. We knocked on the door of the larger of the two houses and checked on the other four girls he’d rescued from the slavers. They all hugged me and claimed they were well. On the way back to the mansion, I slipped my hand into Luke’s and leaned against his shoulder, my heart content.

Life in Marystown wouldn’t be awful. Though still a stranger to me in many ways, Luke had a good heart, and I knew we’d get to know one another better in the coming weeks.

As we reached the back steps of the mansion, he paused and placed his hands on my shoulders, giving me a serious look. “Until I decide you can be trusted, Nora, you are not permitted to leave the property. If you disobey, you will be punished. Do you understand?”

“Yes, sir.”

*****

I
clutched the coins I’d swiped from Luke’s study in my palm, careful not to drop them as I strode down the busy street. Today was Valentine’s Day, and though he hadn’t yet given me leave to go exploring in the village, I didn’t much have a choice if I wanted to surprise him. He had an important meeting with traders from Sharmon at his factory today. If I hurried to the greenhouse and back without making any extra stops, I would be home long before his return.

The nearest greenhouses came into sight as I rounded a corner, and I quickened my pace and once more hoped they had roses, particularly red roses. The old magazines I’d read claimed red roses were the most romantic type of flower to give your sweetheart on Valentine’s Day. I’d found a beautiful vase in a storage room and planned to put the roses in the vase alongside a few sprigs of baby’s breath I’d removed from an arrangement of flowers in the parlor.

To my delight, a kind elderly gentleman greeted me inside the greenhouse and showed me to a vast selection of roses. I chose a dozen red ones and was soon on my way home, hurrying through the streets with the afternoon sun warm on my back. Today was unusually warm, though Luke had recently commented he’d heard a big snowstorm was headed our way. It stunned me that Marystown was so sophisticated as to possess a weather tracking system, but he claimed the village hadn’t been caught by a surprise storm in years.

Clutching the roses, I scrambled upstairs and into the master bedroom, heading straight for the vase I’d left on the windowsill next to the borrowed baby’s breath. After trimming the stems of the roses, I set about perfecting my arrangement, unable to keep the smile from my face. I felt positively giddy to be able to celebrate Valentine’s Day, and I hoped Luke appreciated my efforts.

We’d gotten along well since our wedding day, and I anticipated the romantic evening I’d planned. The cook was preparing Luke’s favorite meal, and we were set to dine in our bedroom at a small table I’d had brought up.

A private, romantic evening. Oh, it would be perfect. Perhaps next Valentine’s Day would be even more romantic. Perhaps in a year he would have grown to love me.

I couldn’t honestly claim I loved him yet, but I liked him well enough, and I enjoyed spending time with him. Especially all our shared intimate moments. He’d made love to me at least twice a day since our wedding, and I’d be lying if I claimed I didn’t enjoy every moment of each deliciously rough session.

Footsteps sounded on the stairs, startling me from my flower arranging. I stuck the last piece of baby’s breath into the vase and turned, waiting for the door to swing open. The servants who ventured upstairs typically walked with a lighter step, so I doubted it was one of the maids going about her business.

It had to be Luke, and he’d arrived home much earlier than expected. I tried to calm my racing nerves with a few deep breaths, hoping he didn’t inquire how I’d come by the roses. I hadn’t exactly thought that part of my plan through yet, and now that I looked back on it, I realized I should’ve sent a servant to complete the errand in the first place. A tad late for that now.

To my shock, I spotted a blast of red when the door opened. Luke walked in, carrying a bouquet of red flowers. Carnations. Another popular choice of flower for Valentine’s Day, if I remembered correctly. He also held a heart-shaped box.

“Good afternoon, Nora.” He approached me and planted a quick kiss on my cheek before thrusting the bouquet and the box into my hands. A boyish grin lightened his features. “Happy Valentine’s Day, my wife.”

“You-you know about Valentine’s Day?” Awestruck, I stared at him with wide eyes and then peered down at my gifts.

“Hardly anyone celebrates it anymore, but, yes, I know all about the history of the holiday. My parents enjoyed observing all the ancient holidays, and growing up we’d all get flowers and boxes of candy on Valentine’s Day.”

I opened the box and sampled one of the chocolates, moaning as it melted on my tongue. “Mm. I haven’t had chocolate in years. Gerrardsville rarely receives shipments of it.” I sniffed the carnations and sighed. “Thank you, Luke. You’re so thoughtful. Happy Valentine’s Day. By the way, I got you something, too. I arranged it myself.”

“You got me something, too?” His gaze fell behind me as I stepped aside to reveal the vase of roses.

“Of course I got you something. I’ve been planning it since my arrival in Marystown. When I saw the greenhouses, my first thought was whether or not they’d have roses. I’d read in an old magazine once that roses were the most romantic flower, however I think carnations are just as lovely. Oh, thank you, Luke.” I inhaled the fragrant scent of my flowers again and beamed at him, thinking today was our happiest day together yet.

Or, at least, I believed so until a shadow fell over his face, his eyes darkening as a deep frown replaced his smile. My stomach flipped.

Oh God, I was in trouble. In my excitement to give him the roses, I’d pretty much admitted to leaving the property. My bottom quivered, and I stepped back, still holding the bouquet and box of chocolates.

“Did you leave the estate and walk to one of the greenhouses all by yourself, Nora?” he asked quietly.

“Yes, sir, but I didn’t try to run away or anything, so I shouldn’t get in trouble for it.” I gestured at the vase of roses. “I’d recently studied Valentine’s Day and thought it would bring us closer if I got you a present of some sort.”

“How did you pay for them? Please tell me you didn’t steal them, Nora.”

I felt all the blood drain from my face, and I set his gifts down on the windowsill next to the vase. My hands shook as I meet his hard gaze. “No, I would never steal anything, but I didn’t have any money of my own, so I swiped a few coins from the desk in your study.”

He relaxed slightly at this. “Good. I had planned to give you a generous allowance once I was certain you wouldn’t attempt escape. What’s mine is yours, and I care not about the coins you took, but I do care that you disobeyed me. I’m touched that you got me flowers, and I thank you for the thoughtful gift, Nora, but, little girl, you did not have permission to leave our property yet. What did I say would happen if you disobeyed me in this?”

“You said I would be punished.” I crossed my arms and glowered at him. “But I came back home, didn’t I? I could’ve disappeared down any street and hidden from you, or I could’ve left the village entirely, even taken one of the horses and ridden hard for Gerrardsville. But I didn’t. I came back because I’ve decided to take our vows seriously and I happen to like you!” I almost stomped my foot. Yes, I realized we’d only been married a short while, but it irked me that he still distrusted me.

How long did he plan to hold me prisoner at his estate? Weeks? Months? A year or more?

He removed his jacket and started rolling up his sleeves. I tried to slip around him and reach the door, but he caught me around the waist and dragged me to the bed. No amount of struggling fazed him, and I soon found myself bottom up over his knee with my wrists secured at the small of my back, just like the one and only time he’d spanked me, on the night before our wedding.

“Nora, you will settle down this instant. You know you were naughty, and I fully intend to redden your bottom. What if I’d come home earlier and found you missing? I would have assumed you’d run away again. Did you bother telling one of the staff where you were headed?”

In my anger, I blurted, “No, I didn’t. I waited for the butler to be distracted then snuck out.”

His deep sigh didn’t bode well for my backside. I knew I was in for it. I’d disobeyed him, and now I was foolishly mouthing off.

“Nora, if you would’ve asked for permission to leave the property today in order to run a personal errand, I would probably have allowed it. But you didn’t bother asking, did you?” He lifted my skirts and rubbed my bare bottom. “We will discuss the specifics of your comings and goings from the estate later this evening, but I am a man of my word, and right now I have no choice but to punish you.”