The Cowboy's One Night Bride (5 page)

Chapter 5

“Mmmmm …”

Gianna moaned softly. Pleasure blossomed in her, as something soft and warm rubbed coaxingly against her inner petals.

“Oh yes, oh yes, oh yes,” she purred, “oh yes – OH NO!”

Sitting up in bed, a wave of disorientation hit her as she registered her surroundings. She was stark naked, surrounded by plump pillows on an excessively large four-poster bed. The sunlight peeked into the room through the cracks in the blinds, creating little lined patterns across the hardwood floor.

And there was a man, nestled between her thighs, his tongue unabashedly caressing her in a most unspeakable place.

“Well, good morning, my little wildcat,” Anthony grinned up at her as she stared at him in consternation. Honestly, was there anything else on this man’s mind?

“I’ve got a surprise for you.” He lifted up two perfect jadeite spheres so she could see them.

“What are those?” she asked, curiosity peeking through her sensual reverie.

“These are ben wa balls. I had them specially imported. The ancient Chinese really loved these and I’m sure you’ll like them too.” He slipped one inside her and she gasped at how cold the smooth surface of the ball felt inside her steaming cavern. The second ball swiftly followed.

“What are you doing?” she demanded. “Oh!” Her eyes rolled back as he sucked her delicate clit into his hot mouth.
He just doesn’t play fair
, she thought, as she felt herself climbing towards her peak. As her muscles contracted in pleasure, she could feel the balls moving inside her and creating a strange, not entirely unpleasant sensation.

Oh, damnation be him,
a more ravenous part of her psyche advised,
this isn’t a bad way to wake up.

Getting breathless, Gianna anticipated the imminent release and was just about to burst when Anthony stopped abruptly and sat up.

“Huh?”

Feeling suddenly bereft, she looked accusingly at him as he smiled innocently back.

“Yes, Gianna?”

Despite knowing that he was baiting her, Gianna’s frustration and confusion took over as she hesitantly replied.

“But … I haven’t … I thought …”

“Oh yes,” Anthony arched an eyebrow. “But I thought we would go and have breakfast. Mrs. Beauchamp has prepared a special meal and it would be rude to be late.”

Rising off from the bed, she realized that he was fully dressed in a starched white shirt, his signature jeans and cowboy boots. Feeling exposed in her nudity, she drew the covers up over her as he grinned.

“Nothing I haven’t already seen,” he laughed as she gnashed her teeth. He tossed her something and she caught it instinctively.

“I took the liberty of unpacking your things for you while you slept.” Before she could interrupt him indignantly, he continued. “This dress is particularly lovely. It’ll bring out the color of your eyes. I want you to wear it today.”

Gianna was about to retort that she would do nothing of the sort when she realized which dress it was that he had picked out. Smoothing her fingers over the soft velvet fabric, she realized that it was her day dress, in a shade of emerald green which looked particularly striking against her complexion. Her mother had had it tailored for her nineteenth birthday. She was somewhat surprised that he had picked this particular dress, since it was exactly the same one she would have – if only he had given her the chance.

Sighing, she pulled the dress over her and rose out of bed. She smoothed the full skirt down as the velvet fabric hugged her curves. Walking to the dresser, Gianna tamed her curls with a hair brush. As she placed the brush down, she saw her grandmother’s necklace on the table and hurried to pick it up. Just before her fingers closed around it, she was intercepted.

“That’s a pretty necklace,” Anthony commented as he picked it up.

“It was my grandmother’s,” Gianna replied hotly as she tried to retrieve it from him. “She gave it to me.”

Anthony avoided her attempts to grab the necklace. “Allow me,” he suggested, and reluctantly, she offered her neck to him. As he did the clasp on her necklace, his fingers lingered on the back of her neck, sending a shiver down her spine.

“Very lovely,” he praised, as he took in her outfit. Rolling her eyes, Gianna looked in the cabinet for her satin slippers. As she walked, she was aware that the balls were still inside her, and made to take them out.

“Wait,” Anthony commanded sharply. She looked at him in surprise.

“You will keep those in throughout breakfast. Make sure they stay inside you. If they fall out before we return here, I will spank you, and not just with the paddle, oh no. I’ll use a riding crop this time.”

Gianna’s eyes flashed with anger.
The nerve of this man.

“Maybe I’ll take them out anyway,” she huffed and yelped as he grabbed her wrist in his. Pulling her towards him, he laid a sudden spank on her behind. Gianna squealed in pain.

“Yes, the bruises hurt a lot worse on the second day,” Anthony confirmed as she winced. “The arnica cream I applied for you will help, but a spanking with a riding crop will ensure that you’re unable to stand, sit or walk for a week.”

Raising his arms, he shrugged. “Your choice.”

Looking at his broad grin, it took every strand of resistance for Gianna to keep  from striking him.

“Fine,” she snapped. She stomped to the door, but he got to it first. Opening for her, he did a little bow like the fake gentleman that he was.

“After you, my dearest wife.”

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Gianna fumed all the way down the stairs, refusing to look at her brute of a husband. The ben wa balls moved constantly in her and she found herself having to make a conscious effort to clench her muscles in order to hold them in. The sensation was only intensified by the fact that he had not given her the release she so badly needed.

She was in the middle of a silent curse when they entered the hotel lobby, which they had to pass to get to the dining room. Anthony touched her hand.

“I’d like you to meet someone,” he led her over to a distinguished-looking gentleman. He wore a long leather trench coat and a smart pair of round spectacles.

“Dr. Beauchamp, may I introduce my lovely wife, Gianna to you. Gianna, this is Richmond Beauchamp, our town doctor. He’s also the husband of the lovely Matilda Beauchamp, whom you met yesterday.”

“A pleasure to meet you, Gianna.” The doctor smiled kindly and reached out his hand towards hers. “I’ve heard many lovely things about you from my wife.”

“The pleasure is mine, Sir,” Gianna replied and as she walked over to him, Anthony gave her behind a light, surreptitious smack, causing the balls to jolt against each other. Gianna squeaked in surprise and the doctor looked at her with concern.

“Are you alright, Gianna?” he inquired in concern.

“Yes, darlin’, whatever has got you in such a tizzy?” Gianna glared daggers at her treacherous husband.

“Oh, do pardon me,” she apologized as smoothly as she could. “My legs are still sore from traveling.”

After assuring the doctor that she was well and bidding a good morning to him, she stormed towards the dining hall, with Anthony laughing as he caught up with her.

“Why did you do that?” she hissed at him.

Anthony smiled broadly at her. “Because I wanted to.”

“Well, you can’t do things like that in public,” Gianna snapped.

Anthony’s eyes narrowed as he pulled her roughly towards him.

“Hey!”

Her protest was muffled as he kissed her roughly. He parted her lips with his, and slipped his tongue into her mouth to deepen the kiss.

“Oh good heavens!”

They jumped away from each other at the sound of the embarrassed exclamation. Gianna blushed as she saw Mrs. Beauchamp standing nervously at the dining table.

“Pardon me,” the older lady stammered.

“It’s fine, Mrs. Beauchamp,” Anthony said smoothly as he gently retrieved the tray she carried and set it down. “I was just enjoying a little moment with my new wife. I’m sorry to have embarrassed you.”

“Oh, not at all!” Mrs. Beauchamp tittered. Her face brightened as she smiled broadly up at Anthony. Gianna watched this exchange with interest. It was obvious that he could turn on the charm like the push of a button. No wonder his staff seemed to like him so much.

And, of course, I get to see him at his worst.
She mused rebelliously.

“Excuse me, Gianna, Mrs. Beauchamp. I need to have a word with Trevor about the cattle.” Anthony excused himself and left Gianna alone with Mrs. Beauchamp.

“So, how are you fitting in, Miss …Gianna?”

Gianna blushed in mortification as she remembered that Anthony wasn’t the only one that knew about her little lie.

“Mrs. Beauchamp,” she stammered. “I’m … so sorry, I—”

The older lady clucked sympathetically and took her hands.

“No need for apologies at all, Miss. Mister Davies told me everything. Poor, sweet lass. Don’t worry, Jack and I are the only ones who know about this and he’s already been sworn to secrecy. Just relax, my child. You owe no apologies to anyone.”

Gianna felt touched at the older lady’s kindness. Grasping her hands tight, she said fervently, “Thank you, Mrs. Beauchamp.”

“Oh please, call me Matilda, if you wish. We’re going to be spending lots of time together from now on.”

Gianna smiled warmly at her as she took a seat at the table. The breakfast was delicious and she found herself halfway through her scrambled eggs and bacon by the time Anthony returned.

“You have a healthy appetite,” he commented and narrowed his eyes as Gianna stuck her tongue out at him.

“Manners,” he mouthed at her warningly, before turning his attention to the newspaper. They spent the rest of the meal in a strangely companionable silence.

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Anthony grinned as Gianna hurried up the stairs, taking them two at a time. He knew that the twin effects of withholding her orgasm and having the balls inside her made her particularly horny and he meant to utilize that well.

“Gianna,” he called as she made a beeline for the bedroom. Turning around, she looked at him in confusion.

“Where are you going?”

“You said you would take the balls out after breakfast,” she reminded him accusingly.

“I know what I said, but we won’t be taking them out in the bedroom. I want to show you my collection.”

Walking towards him, he could tell that her interest, or at least, her curiosity was piqued.

“What collection?” she inquired.

“Come, I’ll show you.” He opened the door to his study and ushered her in.

Leading her to the far end of the room, he drew the large hall curtains apart to reveal a hidden part of the room.

“As you know, I’m an avid collector of oriental curios. While most of them are decorative, I’ve amassed quite a collection of … functional items.”

“Functional?” Gianna looked around her in wonder as she took in the curious scene. The walls were lined with separate glass display cases, each of them containing an artifact that sat on a velvet cushion.

“Yes. This case usually contains the ben wa balls that you so delectably have within you,” he gestured towards the first case, which was empty. Gianna narrowed her eyes at him.

Leading her over to a second case, he enjoyed the satisfaction of watching her eyes pop as she saw the phallic-looking object.

“What … is that?”

“This,” he said, lifting it out of the case, “is a terracotta dildo.” As she raised her eyebrows, Anthony was reminded of her inexperience and explained, “It’s what the ancient Chinese women used for their … satisfaction when sexual partners were not readily available.”

Her lips twitched as she took the dildo from him. Running her fingers over the nubs on the surface, she mused, “Well, it’s not very anatomically correct, is it?”

Anthony laughed. “Well, let’s say that they didn’t always have prior experience of what an actual cock looked like.”

He watched in amusement as a look of smugness flashed over her face before she said sweetly, “Oh, you’re right. This is far more attractive.”

He glared at her, but couldn’t really put much stock in the expression since he was rather tickled by her sheer daring.

“I’m glad you like it, because I have plans to fuck you with it in the very near future.” Satisfied as a look of alarm replaced her pleased expression, Anthony retrieved the dildo and moved on to the next case.

“This,” he said lifting a peculiarly shaped sculpture that resembled a doorknob, “is a terracotta butt plug.”

He nodded in confirmation as her questioning look turned into one of disgust. Laughing, he approached the next case and hesitated.

“Ooh, what is that?” Trust her to be interested in this one item. “It’s a male chastity cage,” he reluctantly explained. He lifted it up. “The man’s dick is inserted through these three rings before he is erect. Feel the surface.” He took her hand so that she could run her fingers over the pointy nodules that stuck out from the underside of the rings.