Lessons of Love (5 page)

"Defiance brings punishment
."
Cole
brought his hand down, and tore her dress down the middle, shocking
Jolie
out of her
stupor. She made a high pitched sound of fear and tried
to push his hands away as self-
preservation kicked in, but he batted them down effortlessly and pushed the remnants of her gown off her shoulders binding her hands behind her as he slowly and methodic
ally removed the each piece of cloth between her body
and his hot hands and lips.

Once she was bare before him,
Cole
reached down and slid a finger between her netherlips. He smiled at how silky wet she was. Even in fear she was a passionate little thing
full of desire. There was no denying the flush that tinged her skin, the tightness of her nipples, or the dew that flowed from her womb.
Cole
gathered the moisture there and slid his finger up and down her opening pausing to circle her sensitive nub.
Jolie
moaned in response, and
Cole
chuckled at her reaction. He knew just how
to tame his wild little bride.

"You are full of fire, my pet. I like that in my women. That's feels nice doesn't it?"
Jolie
nodded her eyes closed, lost in the feelings
Cole
was creat
ing inside he
r. Suddenly he stopped,
and she m
oaned at the loss of sensation.
The blaze he had lit deep inside her needed to be quenched.
Cole
was well aware of that fact, but these things took time
.

Cole
stepped back as his gaze traveled over her, the fla
me of desire burning bright in his eyes. "You're beautiful
Jolie
. It's such
a pleasure to have you at last.
I've wanted you since I first laid eyes on you." He smiled wickedly, delighted by the sight of her. Her glorious hair was unbound and it fell in a c
ascade of flaxen silk around her delicate face and down past her shoulders, her breasts were high with dusky little peaks that were rosy like little berries waiting to be eaten. Her waist was tiny and her hips flared out begging a man to grasp them and ho
l
d her tight as he took her hard and fast. Her milky white skin was now flushed with desire and her sweet little mouth was made for kissing and giving pleasure. Yes, this girl was a beauty, and now she belonged to him. Bound by law to do
his bidding, m
arria
ge d
efinitely had its advantages.

Cole
ended his inspection of his new wife and strode over to the massive bed. He sat on the edge and beckoned her with his hands and eyes. It was time to take what was his, but first she had to be taught a lesson. There w
as no room for disobedience of any kind between a man and his wife. "I'm afraid you have to be punished love. You pushed my hands away and were defiant all day. You belong to me plain and simple, and you will do as I say the moment I tell you to. As your
h
usband it is my job to make sure you are disciplined properly. A man can't allow his
wife to be rude and insolent. Y
ou need
to be taught to respect me."

"Please... no. I will do as you ask. Plea
se."

"It must be done,
Jolie
. You must be taught total o
bedie
nce. Now no more arguments;
or I will become angry. Come and lay over my lap. It
’
s time for some correction, wife. You must be shown what will happ
en if you chose to misbehave."

"Please no,
Cole
. I can't. Please. I'm sorry." Tears shone in
Jolie
's eyes and
her chest heaved as she took huge gulps of air, trying to calm herself, biting her lip and drawing her eyebrows together over eyes filled with fear.
Cole
thought she was a sight to behold, so
erotic and yet so innocent.

"Come to me now,
Jolie
."
Cole
grow
led and held out his hand, and
Jolie
went to him on trembling legs. He drew her down into his lap and slowly rubbed her back in soft circles. Then he wrapped his arm around her waist and bent her forward over his knee trapping her legs between his.
Cole
la
id his hand on the soft smooth skin of her bottom and stroked it gently. He spread her thighs and slid his fingers between her netherlips, stroking her, building her passion even now when she was on the brink of punishment. He continued his assault of her
sensitive nub, building her to the peak of pleasure until she was moaning with desire while his own body burned with longing at the sight and feel of her bent over his lap ready to be tamed to his will.

Cole
raised his hand and brought it down hard shatte
ring the hot desire that was burning inside her. All her senses were immediately focused on the stinging pain of her bottom.
Cole
's palm smacked her bottom again and a crimson print appeared in its wake.
Jolie
cried out and rocked her hips but
Cole
kept a
tig
ht hold on her wiggling body.

"Please
Cole
. Noooo!"

Cole
brought his hand down again and again, the cracking sounds his palm made on impact resounding through the bedchamber as
Jolie
's creamy white skin turned scarlet under the fierce blows. She gasped
and a huge sob escaped her lips, then her whole body shook with warring feelings as his fingers took to stroking between her legs
for a few brief moments again.

"I am your husband,
Jolie
and you will do what I say. I control every inch of your body. Your
pleasure and your pain lie in my hands alone. Do you understand me, wife?”
Cole
rubbed his palm over the burning flesh on her bottom as he waited for an answer. Stroking, dancing his fingertips over the scarlet skin, rubbing,
and sending
tingles through he
r body.

"Yes. Please,
Cole
. I'm sorry. I'm just frightened. Please don
’
t hurt me. I don
’
t want you to hurt me."
Jolie
hated to beg, hated to appear weak, but she couldn
’
t stand the thought of being trapped for life in a marriage as unloving and brutal as h
er girlhood had been. Her stepfathe
r had hated her
, had beat
and abused her, now this man could do the same. Beast or not, vile business or not, she was bound to him, and how he treated her was in part up to her. These thoughts went through her head even a
s the strange feelings coursed through her body, making yet a
nother plea rise to her lips.

“
Please.”
Her voice quivered as more sobs escaped her, and they went straight to
Cole
's cold hard heart. He wouldn't admit it to himself, but the woman who was lying
over his lap had already managed to worm her way into his life with her innocence and beauty. He raised his hand for another stinging slap, intent on driving his point on obedience home, but paused for reasons he didn't completely understand. He should r
a
in dozens on the little imp
’
s behind. He normally found pleasure in punishing the women he took to his bed. The act of dominating a woman as she twisted and cried beneath his hand or strap
,
filled him with satisfaction and desire, but he simply couldn't do
it. Not to this little one who graced his bed tonight. What would it hurt if he was
gentle with her just this once?
There was really no need to punish her unduly. While it was true that women needed a firm hand, one could make an
exception from time to ti
me.

He pulled her up into his lap and shushed her, brushing the tears on her cheek with his thumb as
Jolie
looked up at him with shattered eyes and knew he couldn
’
t he resist their silent pleading.
Cole
gathered her close, wrapping his arm around her wais
t and tilting her face up towards his with his hand, then kissed the tears from her face and looked down upon his wife as a strange fee
ling of tenderness filled him.

Her eyes were luminous green pools
that
begged him to be gentle, her lips trembled with th
e last of her sobs.
Cole
brought his mouth down upon hers, and she opened to him without hesitation. He wrapped her tongue in his, taking her, mastering her, igniting a fire deep within her that only he could quench.
Jolie
trembled in his arms as his kiss
went on and on. His lips were soft and sweet, no longer demanding and brutal, dancing, teasing, caressing. She sighed blissfully as his hands roamed over her naked body, leaving a trail of fire everywhere he touched her. She wiggled in his arms, the ache
b
etween her thighs mixing with the soreness of her bottom. The sensations pounding in her veins taking her breath away and ma
king her body crave his touch.

Cole
broke the kiss and looked down at her with satisfaction.
Jolie
was bending to his will through s
imple arousal. Force and painful dominance weren't necessary tonight.
Cole
knew she must be taught to obey and to love her husband, but there would be plenty of time for those lessons later. He really saw no reason to use a heavy hand when she was tremblin
g and moaning in his arms.
Jolie
wiggled on his lap yet again, and as she moved, she felt his hard shaft pressing against her bottom
.
Feeling the size of his manhood, she looked up at him with questioning eyes as some of the fear
she had felt before return
ed..

"Yes love, touching your delicious body is exciting to a man. It makes me ready to take you as a husband should. Having you wiggle around on my lap makes me feel the same way you do when I stroke you between your legs."
Cole
held her in one arm and mo
ved the other between her legs, slipping his fingers up and down until she was moving against his hand and moaning with pleasure. He caught a nipple between his teeth and nipped it gently as his tongue flicked back
and forth over the tender peak
while rubb
ing her sensitive nub, filling her with pleasure, stroking her over and over until she tossed her head back and cried out with a longing she didn't understand.
Cole
was delighted by her unbound passion and increased his ministrations until
she thought she
might go mad.

What on earth was he doing to her?
Jolie
knew she should hate him, knew she should despise his touch, but she couldn't. He had accosted her in the stream, touching her where he
had no right to put his hands, h
e'd lied and tricked her stepfath
er into letting him marry her, and he dealt in the heinous trade of selling women for men's pleasure. She knew she should be fighting him tooth and nail but... she couldn
’
t. Her mind screamed at her traitorous body but she couldn't stop the rush of fire t
h
rough her veins or the tingling between her legs that became more intense eve
ry time he stroked her there.

Cole
stood quickly and laid
Jolie
on her back, giving her no time to react. He bent her knees and pushed her thighs apart then knelt between them an
d slowly pushed one finger into her. She was small and tight and her body resisted his invasion even with the slickness of her woman
’
s dew.
Jolie
gasped, startled at the pain his finger caused. She didn't like this new activity at all. She tried to sit up
and close her legs but
Cole
reached down and held them apart. "Be a good girl,
Jolie
or you will be punished."

"Please don't hurt me,
Cole
."

"Hush
Jolie
, let your body relax."
Cole
continued to press his finger inside her and
Jolie
moaned as her womanhood
was violated for the first time.
Cole
pulled out and crossed two of his fingers, reentering her with both of them, stretching her virginal opening, slowly pressing forward, making her body yield to his hand until his fingers met her barrier.
Cole
pulled ou
t then eased back in, slowly, methodically, while his other hand rubbed her sensitive nub until
Jolie
thought she would go mad. He never broke through her virginal wall. That pleasure would be saved for later when he thrust himself between her thighs takin
g all of her for his own, but he filled her just the same with his hand, time after time building the heat inside her then backing off ri
ght before she found release.