Edward's Law

by Brandon, Felicity

  Edward was like a mad man. One moment he had been caring, offering her food after her well-needed nap, and now, he had her pinned over his desk while he walloped her exposed and vulnerable behind. Alice was in no doubt—these strikes hurt. Edward was not playing this time. He was clearly trying to send her a message, and as he landed a flurry of blows in fast succession, Alice was forced to squeeze her eyes shut to tolerate the pain.

  “Okay, okay, sir.” She was panting again now, a realization that should have been humiliating in its own right had she not already found her skirts lifted and her arse tanned with his palm. “I’m sorry. I won’t query your authority on board the Dexterity again.” Alice glanced in his direction. Edward’s expression was stern, his lips pressed into a hard line.

  “That remains to be seen,” he replied in a dark tone that made the muscles between her thighs clench. “First, you shall be thoroughly punished, Alice, then, when I am entirely satisfied with your contrition, you can tell me what you are being spanked for and apologize.”

  She gasped at his verdict, bringing her heel down hard against his polished wooden floor. “I shall do no such thing,” she determined moodily. “You, sir, have had your apology, and I offer you no more.”

  “We shall see about that, Alice.” Edward swatted her again, catching her sitting spots over and over while she winced over his desk. “I would wager a sovereign you’ll be begging for the chance to apologize again soon enough.”

  His palm connected with her sore behind again, the sound of her spanking bouncing around the room like thunder. Unable to shift away from his punishing palm, Alice was forced to endure each strike. She pulled the air between gritted teeth, lifting her chin for air every few strikes, only to hang her head again when the sting became intense again.

  “Ow, ow, ow!” she mewled, dancing one foot to the other as the strikes continued to rain down.

  Alice only had to glance over her shoulder to see Edward meant business. She had never seen him so staunch before, and even though his arrogance still greatly offended her, Alice wished she had kept those opinions to herself. That way, she might be finishing her meal with Edward’s gentle caresses at her brow, rather than bearing the full weight of each spank he saw fit to deliver.

  “You will take your punishment, Alice,” he growled. “I want this beautiful behind the same color as your embarrassed face by the time I’m finished.”

  She panted, trying to imagine the analogy he painted. Surely, her behind was already the color he described. It felt tender and at least twice its normal size.

  “Sir, please…” Alice loathed the whimper that came from her as he swatted her, over and over again, yet she found she could not hold them in.

  Edward had her now—he really had her.

  This spanking was infuriating and painful, not even vaguely arousing. Alice doubted she would be able to sit down for days after this ordeal.

  “What is it?” Edward landed another hard swat, but this time his palm stilled, covering what felt like most of her trembling behind.

  “Please,” she begged. “I cannot take any more.” Shame ricocheted around her head at the way she was prepared to plead. So much for her audacious plan. So much for her grit, will, and determination…

  “You will take as much as is necessary,” he growled in response, squeezing the orbs of her arse roughly. “A true spanking does not truly begin until you cannot take any more. That is where I went wrong earlier. I was far too lenient with you.”

  Alice shook her head, but already his palm was gone, and she braced for the next impact. Edward did not make her wait, landing a string of firm blows to alternating cheeks while she panted in return.

  “Please!”

  There were tears now, not the sort Alice could blink away, but large, fat tears that had already made tracks down her face, showing the world just how ill-prepared Alice was to take her spanking. She squeezed her eyes closed in frustration. No one had ever made her feel this way—so many highs and so many lows, all in the space of one day. How could she tolerate weeks or months as his captive at sea? It did not matter what he said, the reality was obvious—she was bound, exposed, and spanked. Alice was his prisoner, no more able to leave Edward’s command than the fish in the ocean were to grow legs and come onboard.

  “Ten more, then.” Edward sounded almost disappointed at his own decision, but his words gave Alice hope.

  She may just be able to bear ten more strikes. Maybe she could get through this?

  “And you, Alice, shall number and thank your captain for each one. Am I making myself clear?”

  Her head fell forward in desperation. Just when she thought she could cope, he went and changed the rules again, and now she must endure more ritualized ignominy at Edward’s say-so.

  “Am. I?” Edward punctuated each word with a hard slap to her sore backside, and Alice gasped.

  “Yes, sir,” she murmured, struggling to stand still. “Yes, it is clear.”

  “Good.”

  Alice lifted her head and gazed out toward the window. A stream of moonlight flooded the room, giving her a semblance of hope, just before the first of the final ten blows was delivered. She sucked in the pain, curling her toes as the impact resonated, the strike seeming to travel inward toward her sex.

  “One, Captain. Thank you.” The words tumbled from her lips without any conscious thought, and even though she cringed at the sound of them, the concession was easier to make than Alice had assumed.

  Edward had made his point. There was no longer any doubt about it. He was in charge onboard this ship—whether Alice liked it or not—and he would dish out punishment any time he felt she deserved it. He swatted her again, her brain somehow numbing the pain and concentrating instead on the sensation as the strike vibrated to her core. The small nub at the front of her sex throbbed with fresh urgency.

  It appeared Alice was relishing the spanking after all.

  She numbered the swat, thanking him as his palm massaged her hot cheeks. Alice was aware of her face flaming as the humiliation washed over, but more than that, she had the sense if Edward was to reach between her legs, he would find out just how aroused the act was making her. Edward delivered the next seven strikes with the same ruthless efficiency he had already demonstrated on her behind. By the time Alice named the ninth strike, the low thrum of desire at her core had spread outward, tugging at her nipples, accelerating her breathing, sending her head into a spin.

  “Last one, Alice.” Edward’s voice was still hard, but the authority in it now just acted as an additional impetus, and she pushed her pussy out to meet his hand.

  Edward spanked it lightly, chuckling at her wanton display.

  “I said there’s one more.”

  “Yes, sir.” She pulled in a breath, trying to compose herself as she waited for the final strike.

  This time, Edward struck her sex directly, the ferocity of the impact making Alice gasp, yet while she sensed the pain, her brain only registered the experience as pleasure.

  “Ten, sir.” She sounded desperate. “Thank you.”

  Edward released his grip on her bound hands, pulling Alice to her feet, into a hard embrace. She blinked against his chest, using her bound wrists to graze a sensual line over his breeches. Alice was not entirely sure what had come over her, but it seemed just two doses of Edward’s penances had turned her into a wicked woman who wanted nothing more than the sins of the flesh.

  “What are you doing now?” he inquired in an amused tone. “I thought you would be mournful after your spanking but apparently, not.”

  Alice lifted her chin, meeting his smiling eyes. “I do not know what has come over me,” she admitted. “It’s like some sort of madness.”

  Edward’s lips curled wider. “Not madness,” he corrected. “Just good old-fashioned lust, Alice.”

  She closed her eyes at that thought. Lust had always been presented to Alice as a sin—something to avoid at all costs—and should you be weak enough to fall foul of
its tempting guise, something to beg God for forgiveness about. It seemed she was going to need to spend a lot of time in confession the next time she attended mass.

  Chapter Twenty-One

  Edward

  He guided Alice back to the bed, her arms still bound, her face and arse equally red.

  “Do you need your captain’s cock again?”

  Alice glanced back over her shoulder at him. “Yes, please, sir.”

  That was all Edward needed to hear. Nudging her ankles apart with his feet, he leaned Alice over the end of the bedstead, exploring her pussy with his fingers. As he plunged between her heated cheeks, his digits found her sex drenched with desire. She moaned beautifully while he pressed one finger into her clenching cunt.

  “You are so ready,” Edward enthused, withdrawing the finger and bringing it to his mouth. He already knew just how delicious Alice tasted and was not prepared to waste this opportunity to savor her sweetness again. She surveyed the deed with wide eyes, her embarrassment more than evident.

  “Please.”

  The sound of her whimper hardened his already eager cock, and he released the organ a moment later. Grabbing her hips, Edward drew her arse back to meet his erection.

  “Is this what you want?”

  Alice arched her back in response. “Oh, sir. Yes, please!”

  “I want to hear it, Miss Jaggers.” Edward was toying with her now he but found it impossible to resist. “Let me hear what you want.”

  “You, sir,” she gasped, pushing back against his throbbing cock. “I want you, please—like before.”

  Edward grinned—like before sounded perfect to him. Not waiting a second longer, he slid his hard length into her sodden entrance, impaling Alice with one smooth action. She cried out as he filled and stretched her, gripping the wood as best she could between the ropes. Edward could not believe how good Alice felt—so warm, so wet, and so inviting, and as her pussy squeezed around his shaft, he was forced to squeeze his eyes closed. If he could not find some damn composure soon, this would all be over far too soon.

  Wrapping his arm around her middle, Edward eased Alice back to her feet, his cock continuing to slam into her, the rhythm creating pure hedonism between them.

  “Up you come,” he breathed as his hand rose to her breasts.

  Holding her firmly against his chest, Edward fucked her over and over until small guttural noises came from her lips, and her thighs threatened to buckle beneath her weight.

  Edward withdrew, smacking her right arse cheek for good measure as Alice collapsed over the end of the bed again.

  “That is too good,” he said with a shake of the head. “I need some time to cool my ardor, Alice.”

  She mewled in response, protesting the loss in tiny sensual mumbles as he maneuvered her into the position he desired. Alice’s hips were propped on the wooden bedstead, her upper body strewn onto the bed covers, her legs stretched as wide apart as they could go with Alice on tiptoes. Edward rose above, running his hands over her punished behind. She was divine, the closest thing to an angel he’d ever seen, and he had been the one to corrupt her. Now, he wanted to go one better—corruption wasn’t enough. Edward needed to drag Alice down to his base level.

  He dropped to his knees behind her, splaying her cheeks apart with his palms, Alice’s intimate parts revealed to him, her moist labia parting as he separated her. Edward’s cock strained at the sight. It wanted back into that tight, wet place, but first, he intended to put it somewhere even tighter. A mischievous smirk spread across his face as he contemplated his plan.

  “Your pussy is heavenly,” he told her in a contemplative tone.

  “Take it, Captain,” she whimpered from over the bed. “It is yours.”

  Edward ran his lip across his lower lip at her plea. He certainly intended to take it, but first, there was another matter to attend to.

  “Oh, I will,” he assured her. “But first, I want to try your other delicacy.”

  There was silence for a moment, and only the sound of Alice’s ragged breathing filling the air. Edward sensed the moment his meaning became clear by the way her cheeks tensed and instinctively, tried to hide her wonderful holes from his gaze.

  “No,” he admonished, peppering both cheeks with a succession of fast swats. “You know that’s not what I want. Relax that arse for me.”

  “But sir, please, I—”

  “Alice.” Edward’s voice was stern. “I said, relax.”

  She inhaled, and for a moment, he could sense the conflict within her. Alice wanted to please him, that much was obvious. As soon as he was able to break down her defenses, she was pliant to his every touch and caress, except it seemed, the one he now proposed. Evidently, there was something about that which crossed an unspoken line in her mind. Edward smiled at her naivety. If Alice thought there were any parts of her which were off limits, she was deluding herself. He meant what he had told her. She belonged to him—every single part of her.

  With her next breath out, some of the tension eased from Alice’s muscles, and Edward was able to spread her arse cheeks again, not wasting any time, taking the opportunity as soon as it presented itself. Leaning forward, he planted kisses first on the plump, excited lips of her pussy before his mouth shifted north to her darkest hole. She gasped at the initial contact, her instinct to push him away, but another sharp spank to her right cheek put paid to that idea.

  “Stop it,” he growled in warning. “Your captain is going to claim every single inch of you, Miss Jaggers, and that includes these inches.” Edward lapped at the sensitive flesh between her two holes, relishing the small, raspy pants coming from the bed.

  “Edward,” she gasped. “You must not. It is forbidden!”

  He paused, grinning at her assessment as he fisted his desperate cock for a moment. The thing Alice had to remember about Edward Law was, from where he crouched, absolutely nothing was forbidden. He eased a finger back into her drenched pussy, sliding it in and out of her wetness long enough to bring her close to rapture before he drew the moist digit to her virgin hole.

  Alice tensed at its approach. “Oh, Lord, sir. You cannot—we should not!”

  “What have I told you?” His voice was intentionally curt, and Alice responded just as he had hoped, mumbling her apologies as she tried her best to relax again.

  Edward’s finger slipped into her anus slowly, stretching the passage gently while he tongued her tasty little cunt with renewed vigor. The double assault sent Alice into something of a spin, her feet leaving the floorboards as she panted and twisted in response, but none of her reactions halted his pursuit. After a moment, Edward’s mouth rose north, joining his finger, applying even more moisture to the area he most desired.

  Two things were clear to him at that moment. The first was he wanted to fuck her arse more urgently than he could recall wanting anything. Even his craving for the Dexterity paled into insignificance compared to this wave of powerful need. The second thing apparent was if Alice had any hope of enjoying this ultimate act of surrender, he needed to make her as wet and tranquil as possible. Easing his finger deeper inside her, he considered his options. It was better to start with his digits and open Alice up to the idea. The woman was more than wanton, and he was sure once she was past the horror of the idea, Alice would revel in it.

  He hoped so, anyway.

  Withdrawing his finger, he lapped at the place it had been, excited at the short, eager breaths coming from Alice. He replaced his tongue with not one, but two digits and watched proudly as she accepted them both. He rose to his feet, continuing to fuck her arse with his fingers.

  “I’m going to stick my cock in there, too, my naughty little stowaway.”

  Alice gasped at his words, her ring of muscles clenching around his digits.

  “Sir.” Her voice was strained, evidence of Alice’s nerves on the subject.

  “Don’t worry,” he soothed, “you’ll love it once you start. I promise.”

  “But sir?” Alice tw
isted her head back to meet his gaze, and for a moment, Edward had to catch his breath.

  She was so young and still so innocent. In the last few hours, it had been easy to forget—to delude himself Alice was a woman of the world—but she was not. She had been chaste before—untouched by man and unsullied. Edward had been the one who had come along and changed all that. He had released the beast lurking deep within her soul, the one who craved the pain and the humiliation, and the one he knew would ultimately take to anal sex like a duck to water. But Edward was not oblivious to the woman harboring the beast. She needed him, too. She needed his comfort and reassurance.

  “Trust me.” Edward did not know why he said it.

  Alice had no reason to trust him, yet in his heart, he hoped she could sense his intentions were not to cause her harm, only to open her up to a brave new world—just like the Dexterity as she broke the silent waters of the ocean below them.

  She nodded, nibbling her lower lip before her face fell back to the covers. Edward’s gaze landed back on the exquisite place his fingers were filling, his cock throbbing with fresh urgency. Using his free hand, he drew more of Alice’s excitement north to join his fingers, then sensing the moment was right, he eased the digits away, replacing them with the tip of his manhood.

  “You will never fit, sir!” Alice gasped as he nudged forward.

  “Take nice deep breaths for me.”

  Edward had no idea how he held his nerve as he gave the order. He wanted nothing more than to lunge inside her and take what he wanted. That is what his life had always been like—he commandeered, plundered, and took what he liked. Alice was the first treasure he had ever sought to nurture as well as seize.

  “But it won’t matter. You are simply too big for me to accommodate, and—”

  “Alice,” he shouted, and either the volume or the resonance had her lips fall silent.

  “Deep breaths. In and out—that is all you need to do.”

  She glanced back at him over her shoulder, large, anxious eyes fluttering at the command. Slowly, Alice complied, and Edward felt the muscles around his cock begin to relax.