more wine.
His orders were accomplished within minutes. When the last footman left,
Phillip locked the door. "We don't want anyone accidentally coming to check on us,
now do we?"
"No, I suppose we don't."
He walked back to her and untied the wrapper she inadvertently held tightly
about her body. "Are you cold?" He asked.
"No, not really."
"You mustn't be shy. We are married." His large hands slid the silken garment
over her shoulders, her arms. It fell to the floor in a fluffy billow.
He placed one of his hands on her shoulder, the other covered a breast. Her
nipple, already hard against the nightrail, he pinched between his thumb and
forefinger, the sensation sending arousing tingles throughout her body.
"This enhances the pleasure of the touching," he said, as he dipped his head to
take her nipple in his mouth through the fabric. He bit down on her, scraped his teeth
along the sensitive skin. Tingles slid down her spine, her toes curled. Oh, my, she'd had
no idea lovers did such things. Yes, she could indeed learn to enjoy this.
He moved to the other breast, doing the same, making her legs weak. Before she
knew what had happened, she stood before him with her nightrail pillowed at her feet.
If she should feel self-conscious, she didn't.
"You have a lovely body, Felicity, and I intend to use all of it." He was now
standing behind her, his hands sliding down her arms. His mouth was beside her ear,
his whispered words evoking any number of fantasies. He put her hair over one
shoulder and bent low to kiss her back. She hadn't moved a step since she'd risen from
the table, yet her legs felt as though she'd walked for miles.
His lips and tongue kissed down her spine, skittering shocks with each touch.
She didn't know how she would remain standing if he continued. She felt a shift in his
height and then felt his breath at the small of her back. He licked the dip just above the
rise of her bottom as his hands covered both cheeks. He kneaded them roughly, making
her suck in air as she was reminded of Serenity's ministrations.
"Am I hurting you, dear?"
"Just a little."
"I am sorry." He kissed her left cheek and then cleared his throat. "Well, what do
we have here? Has someone been a naughty girl or was this a parting gift from your
father?"
She closed her eyes, for the first time allowing the cobwebs to clear enough to
remember she hadn't wanted him to see what Serenity had done. She didn't want him
to know she'd gone to the club.
"Yes, it was from my father. I disobeyed his wishes."
"Oh, really. I would have thought nothing you could do would cause him to
resort to such measures, considering your raised circumstance with our marriage. Tell
me, what have you done that earned you such a beautifully red bottom?"
She stammered, something she always did when she lied. Finally she said, "I
would rather not say."
"No, we won't play like that. Tell me."
His voice was soft, almost playful, she thought, but she knew she was caught.
She'd gone to the club for him, so she could learn to be a better wife. He might be happy
she'd been so forward.
"All right. I was spanked."
"Yes, dear, I can see that." He rubbed and squeezed ever so slightly. "What I want
to know is, who spanked you and why."
He continued to hold her cheeks in his hands, kissing them as he pressured her
for the answers to his questions.
"I went to the club and Serenity spanked me, at my request."
Phillip stood and came around to face her. His face looked serious, though she
couldn't detect anger. His voice was level, almost seductive. "You went to the club?
Why would you do that?"
"I wished to find out how to please you." By this time she was shaking, fearing
his anger and rejection.
"So you asked Mrs. Damrill to spank you?"
"She told me about her marriage and how she enjoys being spanked. She said the
sexual congress afterward is enhanced by a spanking beforehand. She even let me
watch while her husband spanked her."
"I see. So my little wife is curious, is she? Well, I am flattered, but what makes
you think I am interested in spanking you?"
"Nothing makes me think that. I just thought that if you were, then I should be
prepared."
"It looks like you had quite a thorough spanking. You are still quite red. Did you
enjoy it?"
"Yes, I enjoyed it, though it hurt."
"Mmm, well, as it happens, I do enjoy spanking. Is that something you wish to
experience by my hand?"
No longer feeling like an errant child, she stiffened her spine, raised her chin and
did as she suspected would make Serenity Damrill proud. "Yes, husband, I believe I
would like to be spanked by your hand."
Phillip smiled at her, a wide, toothy smile that sparkled in his eyes. He took her
by the hand and guided her to the bed. "Well, then, my dear, bend over the bed, and let
me see if I can't please you in yet another way."
Chapter Eight
Phillip's heart beat recklessly. His young, little wife wished to be spanked, a
wedding gift he never expected to receive. They would discuss her trip to the Sapphire
Club later, at a less sexually-charged time.
He'd guided her to the bed, where he instructed her to bend over the side. Just
the words—
bend over—
thrilled him. To see her nicely reddened bottom available to him
made his cock jolt.
If only . . .
. He dismissed the thought almost as fast as it transpired.
Women didn't do such things.
He had Felicity rest comfortably, her legs spread wide. He used his hand and,
using half his strength, spanked both cheeks several times. With the other hand, he
touched her quim and found her drenched.
He noticed her hands clenching the counterpane, he heard her breath catch with
each strike.
"Tell me what you feel, dear," he said in a tone that bordered on a whisper.
"I feel heat and a sting. I confess, I love it."
He spanked her thoroughly, rubbing her cheeks between swats, each time
dipping low to tease and to touch. "I love it too," he said, not confessing whether he
loved giving or receiving. He dreaded the day he would have to tell her his greatest
secrets.
She moaned and yelped occasionally, which only spurred him on. Finally, after
she had taken twenty very respectable swats, he stopped. He knelt behind her and
kissed her enflamed bottom, his way of showing his appreciation. He allowed his hand
to slide along the crease, testing her reaction. He thought she'd raised her bottom
toward him, but he wouldn't take the chance he was wrong.
He helped her up, stood her in front of him and kissed her with a need he'd
rarely experienced. He ravaged her mouth, while his hands held her head steady. She
answered with a demand of her own. She boldly took his mouth with hers, as she
tugged at the belt holding his dressing gown together.
He broke from her to shuck out of the garment, while she tugged at the fall of his
trousers. He liked her aggressiveness and knew she was acting on pure instinct. He'd
never had a virgin, something he'd consciously steered clear of, but Felicity excited him.
Her fearless approach, lunging squarely toward the pain she knew would come. She'd
taken his spanking with relish, a bright spot in this otherwise blighted day.
"I wish to see you, Phillip."
"All right, get onto the bed."
She situated herself on the pillows as he stripped out of his clothes. He stood on
the side of the bed, his cock jutting skyward, bobbing against his stomach as the
wretched thing sought relief.
"Come to me." She beckoned with her arms open wide.
His weight caused the bed to dip as he crawled toward her.
"I must touch you." There was no time between her saying the words and her
wrapping her little hand around his organ. Her tongue licked her bottom lip as she slid
her hand down his length, exposing the purple head. A small amount of liquid oozed
from the tiny slit. "Oh!" She exclaimed, causing a hearty laugh to escape Phillip.
"Taste it," he told her, delving into unknown territory.
"Really?"
"All the time."
She bent her head to him, allowing her tongue to jut out and capture the fluid.
"Tell me what it tastes like." His voice halted as he absorbed the pleasure.
"It's a little salty and tangy."
"Let me see," he said, as he pulled her to him, kissing her, his tongue searching
her mouth. "Mmm, so it is."
He'd not planned such a thorough education during her first sexual encounter,
never suspecting she would be so adventuresome. Encouraged, he decided to take her
lead and go as far as she allowed.
She skimmed her hand down his chest, coming into contact with his nipple. She
circled it with her fingernail, and he flinched.
"Does that hurt?"
"No, not hurt."
"Is it sensitive?"
"Yes, I would say it was."
"Good." She giggled and proceeded to pinch, bite, and suck until he closed his
eyes so as to concentrate on the varying sensations.
She was playful, which he found delightful. Such a rare time in his life that
things were anything less than serious, even urgent. Yes, he wished to plunge into her
warmth, but he found he wasn't hurried with the wanting. He wanted her first time to
be at her own pace. The shock of the coupling would come soon enough, a fact he was
dreading, for he didn't wish to hurt her.
She lay sprawled across his body, one hand on his cock, absentmindedly
stroking him while she sought out his other nipple. She nipped until he reacted vocally,
then she giggled and did it again. He swatted her bottom and she wiggled, inviting
more. She was an absolute delight and dangerous to everything he was. She threatened
all he knew of himself.
She bit down on his nipple, only stopping when his attention returned on her.
"Ow, you little imp, I'll show you." He flipped her over onto her back and
savaged her breasts, giving them the same treatment she had given his. He nibbled with
his teeth and lips, his tongue never stopping. He suckled her hard, feeding on her like a
hungry babe.
He slid his hand over her flat belly and lower, tangling in the auburn curls
protecting her mons. He teased there awhile, combing through the wiry hair. "This must
go," he told her.
"You wish me to be as when I was born?"
"Indeed I do, duchess of mine. On the morrow, you will have Emily do that for
you."
"As you wish, oh, duke of mine."
They laughed, but he punctuated his demand with, "I mean it."
The moment was not broken, because he immediately ran a finger through her
moistened folds. "Are you ready for me?"
He saw her swallow hard and sought to reassure her. "I don't believe it will hurt
as the spanking did and it is for but a short time, or so I understand. I promise I will
make it as pleasurable as I can."
"Is it possible for me to do it, to control your progression?"
He thought for a moment. "Yes, I believe it is." He rolled himself over onto his
back. "Straddle me." She did as he instructed and he placed her over the juncture of his
torso and legs. "You can lower yourself onto me at your own pace."
She nodded. He took himself in hand, guiding his cock to her entrance. She
lowered herself onto him, taking her weight on her bent knees. The head slipped inside
her. She gasped.
"Are you all right?"
"I've never felt anything like it in my life."
"There is so much more to feel, dear. When you are ready, lower yourself onto
me."
She began immediately. Soon she came to the barrier, and she hesitated. "There it
is."
He placed his hands on her thighs. "It's up to you, now. I will not move until it is
broken."
She felt wonderful, wrapped around him. She had such a trusting look on her
face. He hoped this would not be completely terrible.
She leaned forward, placing her hands on his shoulders. She gripped him tightly,
digging in with her fingernails. He saw the fear in her eyes, as she inched her way
down. She began to bounce ever so slightly, then suddenly raised up and plunged back
down, emitting a muffled scream. She collapsed on his chest, still gripping his
shoulders tightly.
After a few minutes, she laughed slightly. "I'm not a virgin anymore."
He could feel the muscles of her cunny hugging his cock. He fought for control,
concentrating on her, rubbing her back and her bottom, trying to sooth the pain away.
"How badly does it hurt?"
"It burns."
"It should subside shortly. I understand it lasts only momentarily."
"Did it last momentarily for you?"
"I've never experienced anything like it, love."
"My point exactly."
He chuckled, allowing her charm to envelop him.
A few minutes later, she attempted to move and found the pain had eased. "It
doesn't hurt." She smiled at him.
In a languid movement, he rolled her onto her back. "Open your legs wide for
me, Felicity."
She did as he asked, raising her knees and making room for him.
"You are so tight." He'd never taken such a tight cunny. "It reminds me of . . . ."
"Of what?"
He ignored her, as he rolled his hips, treasuring each sensation. Her canal fit