by Golden Angel
“Gabriel. When we are alone, always call me Gabriel. I will begin taking a hairbrush to your sweet bottom if I need to, in order to help you remember.”
Vivian’s face flushed and she twisted her hands even more feverishly. “Yes, Gabriel.”
She was more than a bit flustered. The chaperonage of Mrs. Banks had always helped to distract from the earl’s domineering presence, something Vivian hadn’t fully realized until now. Without another party in the room to divide her attention, there was no one to look at but Gabriel, and no one to distract his silvery, hungry gaze from her either.
Seeing the way her breathing had quickened, Gabriel’s cock began to harden. He rather liked her both anxious and aroused. The mixture was an erotic appeal to his senses, making him want to pounce.
He unbuttoned his cuffs and rolled his shirt sleeves up to his elbows as he approached her.
“How do you think you did today, sweet?”
“Oh, I . . .” Vivian floundered for words. “Well, I was rather distracted when speaking with Lady Bryant, and asked about her children before I remembered that they’ve been living with Lord Bryant. I forgot to offer Mr. Smithson some tea before I ordered it. I trod on the hem of Henrietta’s dress and gave it a small rip.” That had been humiliating, to be so clumsy in front of one of her future sisters, but Henrietta had been incredibly kind about it.
She was sure there were other small mistakes she’d made, but those were the three that came to the top of her head. To her surprise, Gabriel just smiled at her as he finished rolling up his shirt sleeves.
“And with Lady Astoria?”
Vivian tilted up her chin. “I think I handled it well.”
“I agree.”
“You do?”
The surprise in her voice made him laugh. Vivian had been expecting more punishment, and she realized she had gotten in the habit of only going through her various transgressions. She hadn’t thought he might bring up something she had done well.
“I do indeed, Sunrise,” he said, putting his fingers under her chin and tipping her head back as if for a kiss. Grey eyes studied her intently, the jade flecks in them seeming brighter than ever. “I was very proud of you.”
Pure pleasure shot through her, and her body quivered in response to the tender, intimate tone he used. She felt absolutely buoyant.
“Thank you, Gabriel. I only tried to do what you told me to.”
“Ah, but the words were yours alone and you were magnificent. My sisters were perfectly prepared to deal with the little shrew, and then you ended up not needing them at all. It was quite delightful.”
The many compliments made her entire body tingle with happiness. Leaning down, Gabriel kissed her very pink, slightly parted lips, the way he had been wanting to all day at the at-home. Vivian leaned into him, her hands delicately placed on his chest, and submissively opened her mouth to receive his tongue. With a low groan, he wrapped his free arm around her waist, pulling her close, while his hand on her chin moved back to cradle her head.
He ravished her mouth with his, indulging in a much more passionate kiss than he’d ever allowed himself before. While he fully intended to be a stern disciplinarian when the occasion called for it, he also wanted to show Vivian more than that side of himself. There was passion in places other than punishment, and the way she kissed him back—enthusiastically if a bit inexpertly, and learning faster with every movement—told him she would be happy to learn this lesson.
With Gabriel’s hands caressing her, his fingers cradling the back of her skull as he kissed her deeply, Vivian felt as though she might burn up to a cinder. The kisses she’d received from him before had barely prepared her for this, especially as she knew there was no one to stop him now.
Desire warred with anxiety. Was he going to take her maidenhead now? Before the wedding? And did she want him to?
At the moment, she felt as though she would happily let him do whatever he wanted with her body. Many of the things she had experienced throughout her training had aroused her despite what was happening to her. Now, she was becoming aroused because of what was happening to her.
She felt the fabric of her dress slithering down around her and realized he was undressing her, his hands sliding across bare skin and her chemise. This was quite a bit more exciting than when Mrs. Banks undressed her. Throughout, Gabriel continued to kiss her as she clung to him. She only moved enough to help him free her limbs from the garment.
When she was completely unclothed, except for her stockings, Gabriel stepped back and drank in the sight of her naked body with his eyes. The way she flushed at his hungry gaze only made her more enticing. The hard, pebbled nipples stood out from the soft, white mounds of her breasts, begging to be touched.
Controlling himself, Gabriel stepped back and let his hands fall away from her silken skin. He sat himself down in her punishment chair.
“Come here, Sunrise,” he said, patting his lap.
Vivian’s emerald eyes grew big. “But . . . How many . . .”
“This isn’t punishment, sweetness,” he said. He held out his hand to encourage her to come forward. Seemingly without realizing it, she reached out to him, her slender fingers pressing against his palm, and he gently drew her to him. Arranging her to his satisfaction over his lap, so that her bottom was high in the air and her upper body far enough forward that she could rest her fingertips on the floor, Gabriel ran his hands over the curve of her buttocks. It always amazed him how much punishment this particular area could take, although tonight he would be spanking Vivian for pleasure’s sake. Rubbing his hands over the ample hillocks, Gabriel explained, “Your body already responds to being spanked, to the bite of pain, but tonight you’re also going to discover how much you can enjoy the actual spanking. Tonight you’re going to love everything that happens to you. You did very well today, Vivian, and you deserve a reward.”
Gabriel’s deep voice, combined with the little circles he was making on her backside, had become almost hypnotic. Vivian found herself feeling lightheaded and fuzzy. She didn’t realize how much her body had relaxed as Gabriel had spoken. She had felt the hot flush of shame when he’d mentioned how her body responded to her punishments, and she truly didn’t understand why the pain aroused her so, but she did understand Gabriel enjoyed that about her.
Rubbing his hands over her skin, Gabriel enjoyed the sight of Vivian’s sweet bottom and the slightly parted pouch of her pussy as he began to trace small patterns over her soft flesh with his fingers. The gentle touch slowly became firmer, preparing her for what was to come. She moaned as his hands became a little rougher, sending tingles of sensation up her spine and through her core.
When he finally gave her bottom a little swat, she let out a little squeal of surprise. It hadn’t hurt. Just a tiny little sting that she barely felt. Then he swatted her again, on her other cheek, and Vivian actually sighed, wriggling on his lap as if to ask for more.
This was so much more pleasant than the punishment spankings she’d received, and she immediately understood the difference. His hand was still heavier than Mrs. Banks’s, but she was indeed squirming as the little swats stung and then sent flashes of warm arousal through her body. Gabriel smiled as he began to warm her bottom with crisp, firm swats that had very little overall power. He wasn’t going to keep any particular count; he was going to spank her until he saw the lust in her eyes, or until his cock couldn’t take it anymore. Trapped between her body and his, that aching appendage was already begging for release.
In a little over a week they’d be married, and then he could keep Vivian in his bed for as long as he wanted, satisfying his need for her over and over. Gabriel had thought about taking her to the Continent for a honeymoon, but perhaps they should travel later; after all, if he was going to confine them to one room, then a room in England was just as good as one abroad. He could keep her in bed for a week and not get his fill of her.
Vivian gasped and moaned as the blows rained down harder, stinging j
ust enough to make her squirm, just enough that her pussy creamed and clenched, but not enough that it actually hurt. She realized the slow burn of the way Gabriel had started off more gently and worked his way to harder blows had helped desensitize her skin, the rhythmic spanking contributing to the easiness with which she received it. Gabriel played her body as if it were an instrument, knowing exactly which notes to hit to make her pleasure crescendo.
When he stopped, his hands rested on her bottom, pulling the cheeks apart so he could glimpse the wet folds of her quim.
“You’re enjoying this, aren’t you, Sunrise?” His voice was filled with lust and supremely male satisfaction.
“Yes, Gabriel.” So much so that she was panting. When he ran his finger down the crack between her buttocks, swirling it over the sensitive nerves surrounding her crinkled hole, and then delving down into her pussy, Vivian quivered and whimpered. Her hips lifted in response, seeking more contact from his fingers.
Running his fingers down to the swollen clitoris, Gabriel gave it a slight pinch before moving his hands away. The little pleading whimper that escaped from her throat made his cock throb again.
“On your knees, sweet. I want you to use your mouth on me and then you’ll get the rest of your reward.”
At this point in her training, Vivian was so used to giving over control of her body that she didn’t even question Gabriel’s precedence over her. In fact, as she slid to her knees before him, her arousal continued to build, knowing she was going to pleasure him while she ached for her own release. The submissive qualities inherent in her personality reveled in the idea of servicing the dominant man in front of her and then being treated to her own climax.
She opened her mouth eagerly as he freed himself from his trousers. She actually craved the meaty, slightly salty taste of him.
Flicking her tongue over the head of his cock, she enjoyed the way he groaned as she explored the mushroom-shaped tip with her mouth. For once, Gabriel let her have a few minutes to indulge in her curiosity, enjoying the eager way she licked him, before he pushed his fingers into her hair and pulled her mouth down around the length of his shaft. The press of her lips wrapped around him, the suction of her mouth, was heaven.
Having her kneeling, naked, with her bottom delightfully reddened and twitching while she sucked his cock with such innocent abandon was something he wanted to watch one day. He fully intended to set up mirrors all over their bedroom so he could get the full effect of the tableau.
Just the thought sent him over the edge and he gripped Vivian’s hair more tightly, holding her down on his cock as he pulsed into her mouth. He could feel the slight movements of her body, of her throat, as she swallowed, drinking him down, and he groaned as he thought of his seed filling her belly. Her tongue and jaw worked, suckling him, until every last drop had been wrung from him.
Opening his eyes again, he loosened his hold on her hair and stroked the coppery strands tenderly. She looked up at him with those wide, expressive, hopeful eyes.
“You are perfection, Sunrise. My dream come true.” He smiled down at her, his voice gentle. “Now up on your feet.” Gabriel tucked himself away as he stood, knowing he was probably going to be leaving her room with yet another erection. He truly wasn’t going to be satisfied until he’d had her underneath him for at least a full day. “Lie down on your bed, on your back, with your arms above your head.”
The slightly wary look she gave him at this new turn of events set his heart pounding. He loved seeing her little hesitations, her uncertainties, and yet knowing she would obey him anyway. That sweet little tongue flashed across her lower lip as she turned away. He enjoyed watching the shift of her rosy buttocks as she walked to the bed and crawled onto it before turning over onto her back.
Following her, he stood by the edge of the bed, enjoying how vulnerable her position made her. And he was about to increase that.
“Put your feet flat on the bed and spread your legs, love.”
Vivian’s heart surged in her chest. Did he realize what he had just called her? His expression hadn’t changed one bit, despite the change in endearment he used for her.
Standing over her, fully clothed while she was completely nude, he looked almost dangerous, with the shadows from the flickering candlelight dancing across his face. Those silvery grey eyes seemed to glow as they traveled up and down her body. Nervous energy shot through her, and she slowly spread her legs and drew them upwards to reveal all of her most intimate areas to his hungry gaze. Fine tremors went through her body; being so brazenly splayed before him had become exhilarating.
Arousal and trepidation were obvious in Vivian’s body; her flushed face, her hesitant movements, and the glossy shine of her inner pussy lips. Gabriel licked his own lips, simultaneously hating and savoring the wait between tonight and their wedding night.
“Spread them more.”
Her breasts were thrust upwards by the position of her arms, those pert nipples so tightly budded and tempting, and now she was opening her legs even wider to offer another portion of her body to him. Not one inch of her most intimate area was private from him—all her wet, glistening flesh awaited whatever he wanted to do to her.
Gabriel was no longer surprised by the fact that his cock was already hardening, despite having climaxed so recently. That was the effect Vivian had on him, especially when she was naked, splayed, and submissively ready for him.
Crawling onto the bed, he watched her blush deepen as he positioned himself between her feet.
“Good girl.”
Vivian bit her lip as Gabriel put his hands on her knees and spread them even wider. It took every bit of her willpower not to reach down and cover herself, but she desperately wanted the reward he’d offered, and she didn’t want to risk getting a punishment spanking instead. The spanking he’d given her had heated up her insides along with her bottom; it felt tingly and sensitive against her bed but not at all painful.
He trailed his fingers along her inner thighs, between her knees, and around her wet folds, and she moaned every time he came close to that sensitive area. Teasing her, he never quite touched it, although her hips lifted in silent entreaty.
“Tell me what you want, Sunrise.”
Oh, did he have to ask that of her? Her eyes slid away from his as he stared down at her. He looked so dark and commanding, on his knees above her, his shirtsleeves rolled up and the white of his shirt standing out against his darker skin and hair.
When she didn’t respond, he reached up and pinched one of her nipples roughly. It stung and throbbed between his fingertips. “Tell me what you want, Vivian.”
“That . . . please. On my—on the other one.”
Gabriel’s lips curved up in a smile as he squeezed and pulled at the nipple currently trapped between his fingers. That hungry look in his eyes had intensified again. “On what, Sunrise?”
She whimpered. “Pinch my other nipple, please,” she whispered.
Those blushes were so wonderfully delightful, Gabriel almost wanted to make her repeat the full request, but he recognized that asking at all had been hard for her. So he would reward her.
With both of those little pink beauties trapped by his fingers, he pinched and pulled to his delight, twisting them gently back and forth as Vivian writhed. The feminine musk of her arousal filled the air around them like a heady perfume as her hips lifted, seeking the same kind of stimulation he was providing her breasts with.
Ignoring her writhing, Gabriel cupped both breasts in his hands and squeezed as he lowered his mouth to one of her tormented nipples. Wetting the tip with his tongue, he sucked it into his mouth, enjoying the way she mewled and squirmed beneath his hands.
When he felt her hands on his head, holding him to her breast, he pulled away, tsking her.
“I told you not to move your hands. Now, you’ve lost the use of them.”
Gabriel pulled a silken length of cord from his pocket and wrapped it around her wrists before securing them to the head
board, leaving her stretched out and completely vulnerable to his hands and mouth.
Relief swept through Vivian that her punishment was so light. She hadn’t meant to move her hands, it had just happened when his lips and teeth had started pulling at her sensitive nipple. The sensation had been so wonderfully intense, so incredibly pleasurable and she’d completely forgotten about his orders.
He didn’t seem upset as he lowered his mouth to her other nipple, returning his hands to their places on her breasts, squeezing and kneading the soft flesh again. That was when she learned what her punishment truly was.
vivian writhed, her arms jerking at the cording restraining her, practically mindless with lust. She eventually lost track of how long Gabriel had been at her breasts, alternating his mouth between her nipples, which throbbed as her heart pounded. Her moans and movements were ignored as he indulged himself in teasing her, tormenting her, until she thought she might actually climax from nothing but his hands and mouth on her breasts and nipples.
And every time she begged him, every time she pleaded, he would always ask the same question: “Please what, Sunrise? What do you want me to do?”
Then he’d go back to tormenting her while she tried to overcome her embarrassment at expressing the rising tide of desires overwhelming her. Finally, the need broke through her modesty.
“Please, Gabriel . . . Put your fingers inside me.”
He’d started to worry that she’d never ask. Mrs. Banks certainly hadn’t had to work this hard to get a plea for pleasure from Vivian, but then again Mrs. Banks was a woman and Vivian’s upbringing was the same as her peers—that is, she was well-trained not to speak of anything bodily to a man. Even if that man had her naked, tied up, and at his mercy.
“Yes, love, I will put my fingers inside you.”
The way her body rippled as his hand slid down her stomach said she was dying for his touch. He carefully avoided the swollen nub of her clit, smiling as he watched her face and saw the disappointment and the pleading. Dipping his fingers into the font of her dripping juices, he explored those wet folds with long, slow swipes of his fingers. She was so wet that the juices had started to run down the crack of her buttocks.
