Her Rogue Knight (17 page)

Gemma trembled a little. “What if I’d rather take the spanking based on how you’re looking at me right now?” she asked, looking up at him, worried, aroused, and nervous all at once.

Now he really smiled and shook his head. He gestured to the corner. He had placed her there several times, and she hated it every time. It was humiliating. And he had drawn a circle onto the wall where her nose should touch, but for her to do that, she had to stand on tiptoe, which was less than comfortable.

But she moved toward the spot, anxious, embarrassed, and aroused. She didn’t have to turn around to know he was watching her. Knew he would stay until she was in position. Once at the wall, she placed her hands on the back of her head and rose up onto her toes, setting her nose against the spot on the wall.

“Good girl,” he said. “Stay right there.”

* * *

Galahad went out the door and down to the kitchen. He had made quite some headway in rebuilding the house, and he and Gemma’s bedroom had been his biggest priority. He wanted a large, comfortable bedroom for himself and his new wife, one that would be far enough away from the other rooms so that their privacy would be ensured.

He had made his father-in-law’s bedroom more comfortable as well, fixing the crumbling wall adding thick tapestry to insulate the room. Mary and her children also had private quarters, better than most servants’, although he knew she was more than a servant.

For Alys, he had taken special care. Although he hadn’t known her long, he watched her and worried about her. The doctor had confirmed she’d not been hurt during her ordeal, but she was such a serious child and what had happened at the lake still baffled him. He wondered if he would ever solve the mystery of the fourth jewel’s appearance. She couldn’t remember the man’s face, but she did remember one detail which she had shared with him and which he kept from Gemma. Morgan was right; Alys now owed a debt. And the man would come to collect on it in six years’ time.

But tonight was not the time to think about this.

He entered the kitchen to find his father-in-law sitting with Mary.

“Ah, Galahad. I’ve a small matter to discuss with you,” Abraham began.

He liked the old man, but this was not a good time. His wife was waiting for him. Naked and standing in the corner at that.

“I’m just in the middle of something,” he said, seeing what he was looking for across the room.

“It’s important. It’s about the deed to the property,” the old man pushed.

Galahad looked at him, inhaled and exhaled a breath. “All right. I need half an hour. I will meet you in the sitting room.”

Abraham nodded, and he and Mary left.

He took what he was looking for out of the basket. Breaking off the largest piece of ginger, he sat down and began to carve it, all the while thinking about the delicious things he was going to do to his wife’s pretty little bottom tonight.

* * *

Gemma lifted higher onto her toes when the door opened, and he stepped inside. She didn’t need to turn around to know it would be him.

“Come here, wife,” he said, standing at the foot of the bed.

She turned and walked over to him, grateful to walk flat on her feet. She stood before him, eyeing the piece of ginger he held in his hand, wondering what he intended to do with it.

“No more spanking tonight,” he said, his voice husky. “I do understand you didn’t intend to lie, but I want to be certain you understand when I ask you a question, you are to answer it not only honestly but also openly. I want us to be transparent with one another, Gemma. I want a good marriage, a wife I trust, respect, and love. To have that, we have to commit to being true about everything, hiding nothing, not even a small embarrassment over anything we do in the bedroom, is that clear?” he asked.

“Yes, sir,” she said.

“Did you remain with your nose touching the correct spot while I was gone?” he asked.

She dropped her gaze to the floor. “For most of the time, sir,” she told him honestly.

He nodded and made a sound that seemed almost a stifled chuckle. “We’ll work on that over time. For now, bend over and place your elbows on the bed,” he said, gesturing toward the foot of the bed.

She eyed the ginger once, looked at him nervously, then taking her legs to hip width, bent forward and placed her elbows flat on the bed.

“Good girl,” he said. “Hollow out your back.”

She did, lifting her hips to him, feeling a rush of heat at her sex.

His hand was on her hip, and as she turned to look over her shoulder she found him studying her bottom, his pupils dark, marking his arousal, which only served to heighten hers. He then placed the ginger root into his mouth once, turned his eyes to hers, then drew it out slowly. She swallowed.

“Are you ready?” he asked.

“What are you going to do with it, sir?” she asked.

He grinned. “You’ll take it inside your bottom, and you will hold it there until I’m ready to replace it with my cock.”

Her eyes widened and her mouth opened. She eyed the thick finger of ginger again, then shifted her gaze to the bulge that took up the front of his pants. He didn’t waste time as he brought the tip of the root to her anus, and she immediately clenched.

“You know better than that.”

She only needed to hear the tone of his reprimand to relax her muscles, softening her buttocks, allowing him to spread her open. When the cold tip pressed against her back hole, she made a sound and looked forward, her face turning red.

“Good girl,” he said, pressing and rubbing the root against her tight passage while his other hand reached around to take hold of her swollen nub.

That had the effect of relaxing her almost instantly as she moved into his hand, the sensation now familiar.

“Good, keep softening, open for me.”

He rubbed with one hand as he pressed the ginger into her tight hole with the other. Gemma found herself lifting her hips to him, pushing against the root. She didn’t mind anal play, and she liked it in fact when he used his fingers, but the thought of having the ginger plug her followed by his cock, his thick cock inside such a tight space, made her both nervous and more incredibly aroused than anything else.

“That’s it,” he said, still rubbing. “Just a little farther,” he coaxed.

She felt the pressure and pushed once more until finally, her tight opening closed around the narrower neck he had carved into the root.

“Come up onto your hands,” he said.

She rose slowly so she was just slightly leaning over and realized simultaneously exactly how the ginger would replace her spanking.

“It’s hot,” she said.

He cupped the back of her head and smiled down at her, kissing her forehead.

“Then it’s working,” he said.

“Oh!” She lifted onto tiptoes and clenched then unclenched her bottom.

“I have to meet your father,” he said.

“Now?” she asked, turning to look at him while keeping her hands flat on the bed.

He nodded. “I did not want to, but he says it’s important. You’ll remain as you are with the root inside you until I return. I imagine the burn will intensify and you’ll remember never to lie to me again and to be prepared for me, whatever I ask of you, in and out of our bed. Is that clear?”

“Yes, sir, but… How long will you be?” she asked.

“Long enough for you to learn this lesson, Gemma. If I return and find you’ve removed the root, I’ll use my belt to whip you before inserting another, larger piece inside you.”

“You wouldn’t!” she said.

“Wouldn’t I?” he challenged.

“Just… don’t be too long. Please.”

He dried his hands and came to kiss her once on the lips. “It won’t be so terrible, I promise. And you can imagine all the things I’m going to do to that beautiful bottom of yours when I return. You can stand in the corner if you prefer.”

“No, thank you,” she said and turned to face forward as she listened to the door close behind him.

* * *

Her bottom burned, and she could find no relief. Clenching her cheeks together only seemed to worsen the sensation as it squeezed more juice from the ginger, and it took all she had to remain in position, all the while thinking of what he’d said before he’d left—of what he was going to do to her bottom. Just when she thought she couldn’t take another moment, she heard his footsteps in the hall. Thoughts of what he would see when he opened the door didn’t even come close to her wanting him to come in, to declare her punishment over, and to take the thing out.

“Your father is long-winded,” he said.

She turned to look at him. He closed the door and stripped off his shirt before coming closer, his eyes immediately on her bottom.

“Please take it out,” she said. It was all she could manage. Her sex was swollen, and she was incredibly aroused, even as bottom hole burned.

He sat down on the bed. “Aren’t you curious what we spoke about?” he asked.

“You’re being evil now,” she argued.

“Yes, I am,” he said, brushing a hair behind her ear before standing.

“Please! I’ve learned my lesson, and I’ve held this awful position for the entire hour you were gone! I barely moved!”

He chuckled as he touched the base of the ginger. “It wasn’t an hour, perhaps half at the most. Push,” he instructed, taking hold of the root.

The embarrassment of her situation wasn’t as great as her discomfort, and she did as he said. The root slid out easily, and he discarded it. Although there was some relief at its removal, the burn did not immediately dissipate.

He stripped off the rest of his clothing so that he too now stood naked behind her. “You are absolutely magnificent,” he said. “Especially beautiful in your surrender.” With that, he took hold of her, turning her and covering her mouth with his. She softened into him, reaching to twine her fingers into his hair, pulling him closer.

He pushed her onto the bed and lay on top of her. She opened her legs wide to him, wanting him inside her, his body on top of hers, his weight and heat making her want to surrender.

He resumed the kiss, but this time there was a different tone to it. It was more urgent, more purposeful. His cock pressed hard against her belly as he lifted her to move her farther up onto the bed, and there was no separation of their mouths when he, with a slight movement of his hips, slid his cock into her pussy.

“You are so warm and wet,” he said against her ear, his hips rocking slowly back and forth. “Are you ready to give me what I want tonight?” he asked, pulling back slightly to look down at her face, rocking his hips slowly back and forth.

She could only moan. Her body was ultra-sensitive, the heat inside her bottom now more a warmth that served to excite rather than punish her. She nodded, although hesitantly. His cock was not small, and she knew there would be some pain in order to take him, but she also wanted it, wanted him to fill her, wanted to give that to him, to give every part of herself to him. She wanted him to claim her as much as he wanted it.

He smiled and pulled out, reaching for the oil he’d brought from the kitchen.

“Sit up and hold out your hands,” he said.

She did, cupping her hands to catch the oil. He knelt before her and nodded, offering his cock. She knew what to do and began massaging the oil onto it, gripping it tightly with one hand then the other, drawing it out and back as he’d taught her, one hand sliding underneath while he moaned.

She wanted to take him into her mouth, to lick him, to taste him, but tonight, he didn’t allow it.

“On your knees, your back to me,” he said, standing.

She moved to kneel before him on the bed, facing away from him, waiting for his next command.

“Put your face on the bed and offer me your ass,” he said.

She took her knees just a little wider, feeling wanton in her desire, and went down onto her hands, then her elbows, until finally her face rested on the bed. She hollowed out her back and pushed her hips back and up, her own juices slick on her thighs, opening for him, anticipating the pain, wanting it, knowing it would only precede her pleasure.

“You are going to drive me mad,” he more growled than spoke as he climbed up onto the bed, settling between her legs. He placed his hands at the backs of her legs and lightly ran them up to her buttocks. As he held her hips, she felt his slick cock rubbing against her sex, the space just before her anus, and then finally, the head of it pushed against that hole.

She made a sound as he pressed, his cock much thicker than the ginger had been. But slicked with the oil and assisted by her pushing against it, he managed to penetrate just a little.

“Oh!” she said, her anus stretching beyond what was comfortable.

“Shh,” he coaxed, rubbing her low back for a moment, never once letting up on pressing his cock slowly into her, retreating a little as he gained space, then pushing deeper. He took his time, and when one hand moved to rub her clit, she found herself moaning and lifting her hips higher. The sensation of him there was different than anything she’d experienced before. It felt somehow complete, and she wanted more of him. Wanted his thickness inside her, spreading and stretching her and ultimately thrusting into her without any gentleness at all.

“That’s it,” he said. “Mmm… Gemma, you’re so warm and tight.”

He took inch after inch, pain turning into pleasure or a combination of both as he penetrated her virgin entrance, her body opening to him as she grew more and more aroused.

His thrusts came a little faster, and she found herself climbing that mountain again, lost in sensation, drowning in a wave of absolute pleasure.

“Hard,” she managed. “Do it harder.”

He gripped her hips at the invitation and slid his cock almost all the way out.

“Are you ready?” he asked.

“Yes… mmm… hard.”

She gasped when he thrust deep inside her, lifting her head from the bed, her sex throbbing when she reached her hand back to it. His movements grew more rapid, his cock seeming to swell even thicker inside her, and when she dared a glance at him, she lost herself wholly, gave herself to him completely, and as he took his pleasure from her, she claimed her own from him. With a loud cry, she climaxed in time with him as his final thrusts slowed and she felt the pumping of his seed inside her.