Punishing His Ward (9 page)

His cock jerked and he sucked in air in
response.  From the way his jaw tightened, he liked that
nearly as much as she enjoyed having him play with her nipples.
 When her teeth nipped at the tiny bud, he growled under his
breath and Eleanor giggled. 

"You'd better not be laughing at me,"
he said darkly, his head swinging towards her.  She could just
imagine the glare that she was receiving beneath his
cravat. 

Instead of answering, she just lowered
her mouth to his other nipple, her hand on his stomach tracing
lower to brush against the silken shaft of his cock.  Edwin
moaned.  A rush of heady power went through her.  Was
this what he felt like when he had her tied down and at his
mercy?

No, of course not.
 He'd inevitably feel more.  Because when she was tied
down, she was truly at his mercy, whereas she was all too aware
that at any moment he could decide he was tired of indulging her
and she'd find herself on her back with him between her thighs in a
heartbeat.  The thought of him turning the tables on her made
her heart beat faster, but that wasn't the point of
tonight.

She wanted to explore.  To see if
she could pleasure him the way that he pleasured her.  To know
more about his body.  

Lifting her head from his nipples, she
brushed her fingers over his cock, watching as it strained and
jerked at her touch.  It was an angry, reddish looking color,
and the tip was weeping a whitish creamy substance - his seed.
 Fascinated, Eleanor rubbed her finger through it and Edwin
groaned again, his big body shifting towards her.  

"You like that?" she asked, rubbing her
finger over the tip of his cock again, collecting the wetness and
spreading it over the bulbous head of his shaft. 

"Yes, I like it," he replied through
gritted teeth. 

It was all Eleanor could do not to
giggle again.  Shifting herself down the bed, she pressed her
lips against his hip, her face very close to his straining cock as
she worked up the courage to actually put the turgid organ in her
mouth.  How would Edwin react?

He seemed to like her lips against his
hip, especially when she nibbled gently on the jutting bone.
 Letting her fingers play over the length of his cock, she
worked her way down to the heavy sack beneath.  It was
wrinkled, soft, and Edwin's grunt of surprise followed by his low
moan when her fingers gently rolled the swellings within it told
her that it was also very sensitive.  

"You like this too."

"Yes."  His voice was short,
almost angry.  The bed creaked again. 

Eleanor realized she had better get to
the main event soon or she might not get her chance.
 Gathering her nerve, she gripped his cock at its base.
 It was hot and hard in her hand, and Edwin's breathing began
to quicken as her fingers wrapped around the shaft.
 

For a moment she hesitated, and then
she leaned forward, taking the entire head into her mouth.  It
was soft against her tongue, textured, and his seed tasted slightly
bitter and slightly sweet at the same time.  She wasn't sure
if she liked it.  But she did like the taste underneath, a
kind of musky, hot male flavor that made her want
more. 

Edwin gasped, his hips
rising, trying to push more of himself between her lips, and she
was so surprised that she let him.  Yes, he liked this
very
 much.  As
some of her saliva began to gather at her mouth, she sucked to keep
from actually drooling down his cock, eliciting another moan and
jerk of the hips from her husband.  Oh... he liked that too.
 Experimentally she sucked again, moving her head up and down
a little bit, the way he thrust into her body when they were making
love. 

Quite suddenly her mouth was empty
again, the flavor lingering on her tongue, and her head was pulled
back so that she faced the furious, glittering dark eyes of her
husband.

"Where did you learn to do
that?"

Possessive fury had a hold of Edwin
like nothing ever before.  At first he'd been enjoying
Eleanor's tentative explorations, frustrating though they were.
 He'd been able to feel her hesitations, her delight, and so
he'd persevered and relaxed enough to lose himself in the
sensation.  After all, the whole point of removing them from
London had been to take the time to reconnect and woo his wife,
prove that he wasn't taking her for granted.  Allowing her to
take the lead, to blindfold him no less, was part of that.
 

He'd been enjoying her ministrations so
much that when her hot mouth first clamped around the head of his
cock, all rational thought had flown from his brain.  Only the
slightest vestiges of good intentions had kept his fingers wrapped
around the rail of the headboard, rather than flying down to press
her mouth more firmly on him.  Then she'd sucked, her tongue
flicking against him, her mouth sliding further down his cock and
back up, and he'd had the sudden, horrifying realization that
Eleanor had quite a bit of knowledge that she shouldn't.

Throughout their marriage
so far, she'd experienced quite a few things that he was sure most
wives in their social set hadn't.  In part thanks to the
wedding present Wesley had given him, as well as his own particular
tastes, but not this.  It just hadn't been on the top of his
list, not the least because it meant trusting Eleanor to be on her
very best behavior as he would be putting his most tender parts in
her care.

And while she was no longer the
unmanageable brat he'd married - indeed, she'd become quite the
proper lady in public, for the most part - he hadn't been sure
whether or not to introduce this particular act into their
lovemaking yet.  

While he could see that
Eleanor might think of kissing his cock, even licking it - after
all, that was what he did to her pussy on a regular basis as he
loved the sweet taste of her honey and watching her writhe as he
pleasured her - he couldn't quite countenance that she would think
to take him within her mouth and
suck.
  Ergo, someone else had
introduced the idea into her head.

Which was when he'd ripped
the cravat from his eyes and grabbed her by the base of her hair,
pulling her off of his cock, unable to even enjoy the sight of her
kneeling over him in that gauzy night rail, her lips wrapped around
his shaft.  

Sitting up as he was, he
was big enough that he still had to tilt her head back to see her
eyes, gleaming sapphires of shock as she stared up at him.
 Edwin's hand tightened on her hair when she didn’t answer
him.

"Nell," he growled.  "Where the
bloody hell did you learn to do that?"

Perhaps it could be
considered his just desserts if some other man had coaxed his wife
into some kind of intimacies, considering what a rakehell Edwin had
been before he married.  But the pain that lanced through his
chest said that his heart didn't care for such equality, and the
utter rage that engulfed him indicated that his temper didn't
either.  He'd thrash whatever man had dared touch Eleanor in
such a way.  And once he got himself under control, he would
blister her bottom like never before for allowing
it. 

"Cyn- Cynthia,"  Eleanor
whispered, looking almost frightened.  "Did I... Did I do it
wrong?"

The answer was so
unexpected that Edwin literally felt dizzy, as if his world had
just shifted on its axis.  Relief, so sweet it was almost
painful, swamped him.  Every muscle in his body relaxed and he
loosened his hold on her hair.  She wasn't lying, she was too
surprised, too shocked by his reaction to think of a lie like that.
 Besides, her answer was so ridiculous that it had to be the
truth.

"
Cynthia?
  How did she know?" he
asked.  Not particularly because he wanted to know the answer,
but because he couldn't think of anything else to say.  Of
course he knew the Countess had told Wesley that Cynthia had been
throwing herself at various gentlemen, and Wesley himself had said
the chit was brazen, but Edwin certainly hadn't expected
this
.

"She said that gentlemen had asked her
to do it..." Eleanor said hesitantly, reaching up to rub the back
of her head.  Immediately Edwin let go of her hair completely,
smoothing the hair with his fingers, a look of contriteness on his
face. 

"I'm sorry, sweet, I
didn't mean to hurt you," he said.  "I was just so
surprised... I..." He hesitated, scrambling for words as he reached
out for her.

And Eleanor realized exactly what had
happened.  Whereas Edwin's fury had obviously abated, hers now
sprung up to take its place.  She glared at him.

"You thought another man
had…!  You thought I did... that I did
that
 with another man!"
 She pointed her finger at him accusingly, absolutely furious.
 "You... You utter
slow
top!
"  Didn't he realize that she had
no interest in any other man but him?  It's not like she was
the one who was backward in showing affection.  In her anger,
she conveniently forgot that she originally also spent just as much
time giving him the cold shoulder in her efforts to spur him into
declaring his feelings.

"I'm sorry, Nell," he said, grabbing
her hand with the pointing finger and trying to kiss it.  She
yanked it away, still utterly enraged.  "I just knew that I
hadn't shown you... well... anything like that.  You're a very
passionate innocent, for all I knew some bloody scoundrel had
tricked you into doing something like that."  The dark look
that crossed his face at the very thought was heartening, but it
didn't do anything to relieve her frustration and
fury. 

"Get out.  I don't want you
anywhere near me you... you... blackguard!"

The contrite expression on Edwin's face
- or, as close to contrite as the expression on his face every
became - subsided under a much sterner mien.  "I apologized
Nell, I know I hurt your feelings but I won't tolerate
insults."

"Like the way you just insulted me?"
she spat at him, not at all mollified.  "Get out.  If you
think I could do that with another man... well... maybe I should!
 That would show you, you bloody bounder!"

With a growl, Edwin
grabbed hold of her wrist again and yanked.  Eleanor shrieked
as she was pulled forward, and then yelled out in fury as she
realized that he'd pulled her over his lap.  Ignoring her
screeching, Edwin ripped the gossamer gown from her body, leaving
her gasping as he rent the fabric up the center and bared her.
 Not that it would have been any protection anyway.

Shifting himself so that
his legs were off the bed and Eleanor was hanging over them, Edwin
sighed.  He did feel a bit guilty about what he'd suspected of
his wife, not to mention the fact that he
had
 insulted her, but that had
been in all innocence whereas she was deliberately being as
outrageous as possible.  Not to mention the cursing.  Her
threat that she would go find another man to be intimate with had
his blood boiling, even though deep down he knew she didn't really
mean it.  At least he hoped she didn’t. 

But either way, such a threat was not
to be tolerated.

"If this is what comes of
allowing you to take the lead, you won't be allowed such a
privilege again," he growled, landing a hard blow to the center of
her bottom without any preamble or warm-up.  Eleanor shrieked
and kicked, forcing him to shift the position of his arm slightly
to make sure she didn't slide right off his lap.  

SMACK!  SMACK!
 SMACK!

"I apologized.  I
explained."

SMACK!  SMACK!
 SMACK!

"You didn't have to accept the apology
if you were still angry, but continued insults will not be
tolerated."

SMACK!  SMACK!
 SMACK!

"And do not
ever
try to order me
from our bed again.  It will not work and you'll get this and
worse."

SMACK! SMACK!
SMACK!

Eleanor was howling now,
her bottom turning a bright, roasted red as Edwin's voice calmly
intoned over her furious yells.  Tears dripped down her face
and onto the floor as she wore herself out struggling, to no avail.
 Hanging limply over his lap, she wished she could shut her
ears to his lectures about proper conduct and threats to lock her
in their bedroom morning, noon and night if she even
thought
 about
intimacies with another man, all the while Edwin continued to
pepper her burning bottom with further chastisement.

It was the longest
spanking she'd ever endured, her legs kicking long after she'd
thought her muscles had turned to water as occasional strokes
landed sharply against the tender crease between her cheeks, her
wrinkled bottom hole, or the plump swell of her pussy lips.
 That last elicited particularly pained cries from her,
something that Edwin noted because the contact from his palm
increased after that.  

He spanked her entire
bottom, from the upper curve down to her sit spot and then
continued down to mid-thigh, with occasional hits in between on her
tender quim.  She was burnt up, seared, all over her bottom
and in between.  And yet she knew that every time his hand
connected with the plump lips of her womanhood, he could feel the
wetness that was trickling out there.  Shame, which she never
became accustomed to, welled up inside of her and just made her
wetter.