40 Explicit Adult Stories

by Heather Hearts

  “Rogers, that’s her. I will marry her.” Edward said without a question.

  “Sir, that woman despised you. I think we should keep looking.” Rogers held back a chuckle as the two continued on throughout the market.

  There were many women who looked at Edward and they were very pretty. But none of them sent the sensations through his body like that woman had. He had to find her again. He needed to talk to her. Edward needed to see if that spark was there again.

  As the dark started to set in Edward and Rogers still had not found the young woman. Edward was getting desperate and worried that she had only been passing through town. If that was the case he might never see her again.

  But as the two men had turned to walk back to their horses, the sound of young children giggling caught both of their attention. Edward froze as he looked over to see the young woman playing with a group of children. She was smiling and laughing. It was infectious and Edward couldn’t help but smile at the scene.

  “Introduce me Rogers.” Edward demanded as if Rogers knew who the woman was.

  But at his command, Rogers went over and talked to the young woman. Her smile turned to a face of worry.

  “King Edward the Second this is Catherine Essington of the Essington’s of Brunswick.” Roger motioned for Catherine to go to Edward. She looked horrified for how she had talked to the King.

  “Sir I humbly apologize for my behavior. Please forgive me.” Catherine bowed to Edward.

  Edward tried to make small talk, but soon Catherine was called away by her father and had to leave. Those children had been her siblings and her mother and father gathered everyone up to head back to their home.

  “I will not marry him!” Catherine screamed at her father.

  “He is the King. You will marry him. He has offered us a place in his cabinet. Riches beyond what we could earn in two lifetimes.” Catherine’s father was stern and his look showed there was no room for negotiations.

  “But father, I am only eighteen. How could you marry me to an old man like him?”

  “The King is only thirty-two, that is a respectable age to gain a wife.” Her father responded.

  “Oh father, I cannot. I just cannot. I’m not ready. I will not marry him!” Catherine stormed off and ran out the doors of their small home.

  “She will marry him Elizabeth. You go find her.”

  “Yes.” Elizabeth, Catherine’s mother went to find her daughter. She knew that an invitation to marry the King was not something any of them would be able to turn down. Although Elizabeth had hoped her daughter would find love and status. The status of marrying the King was more than Elizabeth could have ever hoped for.

  Within weeks the wedding was planned and a small gathering of family took place at the palace. King Edward and his family did not want to make too big of an event out of this wedding, but they did make sure to invite a couple dozen notable people from their cabinet.

  As Catherine was prepared for her wedding, she could not stop crying. She had never even thought about getting married and certainly wasn’t ready for the responsibility of being the Queen. It was all too much for her. She just wanted to go home to her family. Catherine sad while her maids prepared her hair and makeup.

  When the music started, Catherine looked at her mother with tears in her eyes.

  “I cannot mother. I cannot marry him.”

  “You are a woman now. You cannot think about yourself anymore. This must happen. Wipe those tears and put a smile on your face. You are getting married.” Elizabeth helped straighten Catherine’s dress and then kissed her daughter on the cheek.

  As Catherine walked down the aisle with her father she looked up at the King and relinquished a smile to him. He was extraordinarily handsome. That was not the issue. But he was old and he was serious and bland. Catherine had hoped for more of a jokester in the man she would marry. Catherine had hoped for love above all else. But now she would be doomed to live a life without excitement or love.

  Edward looked at Catherine with an intensity that she had never seen from a man. She had a hard time looking at him in the eyes because of the way he looked at her. Catherine continued to try though; because Edwards deep green eyes were very mesmerizing.

  When the ceremony came to an end the priest announced that Edward could kiss his bride. He leaned in and grabbed a hold of her small body and planted a kiss that caught Catherine off guard.

  Warmth shot through her body as his lips touched hers. She could not even react because her thoughts were numb from the intensity of the electricity flowing between them. Catherine had never kissed a man before and certainly not one as handsome and powerful as Edward was.

  They walked down the aisle with Catherine holding onto Edwards arm. Catherine let a fake smile run across her face as she saw all the smiles of the guests in the church. When they reached the end of the aisle tears started and Catherine pulled away from Edward to return to the dressing room.

  She had not spoken more than a few words to this man. Now she was married to him. Now she would be required to sleep with him. To kiss him. To have his children. It was all too much for Catherine.

  ***

  Edward waited for Catherine to calm down but then went to greet their guests. Elizabeth went to calm her daughter and get her out to see the guests, but she was unsuccessful. Finally the guests were told that Catherine was ill with a stomach virus and would be unable to attend the reception.

  Edward was furious. This was not becoming of his wife.

  “She cannot just do as she pleases. Go get her. Force her out here.” Edward said. But his mother convinced him that forcing his wife to do anything would not win her over to love him. He would need to teach her how to be the woman he wanted.

  “Edward, she is young. You have to have patience.” His mother urged.

  As nighttime fell, Edward became increasingly agitated that Catherine refused to come out of her dressing room. He sent food and wine to her, but she would not come out.

  Catherine sat with her mother and sister as she tried to gather herself together. But each time she thought she could leave the room, the tears started again. Then the anger started. Catherine was angry at her father for forcing her to get married. She was angry at her mother for allowing it. She was angry at the King for wanting her instead of some other woman.

  As the night grew late, Catherine’s father insisted that her mother and sister leave her.

  “She is a married woman. Her husband will take care of her.” He said as the family left the castle and headed to their new residence. The King had purchased a large manor for them and insisted on providing support for years to come.

  Catherine refused to leave her room. She decided this would be a fine room for her to sleep in. There was a bed and all the essentials she needed. Catherine changed into her night dress and lay down in the bed to sleep. Then there was a knock on the door.

  “Ms. Catherine. King Edward requests your presence in his chambers.” Rogers said through the door.

  Catherine’s heart sank. She was not prepared to spend the night with a man. To lay with a man she hardly knew was not something she wanted to do. Her heart raced as she tried to figure out what to do. At first she thought she would pretend to sleep. But then she decided a polite refusal would be the best option.

  She gently opened the door to her room and hid behind it. Catherine just had her night dress on and no covering so she did not want Rogers to see her.

  “I’m going to sleep here. I’m fine here. Tell the King I am fine here.” Catherine said and she did not wait for a response, and then closed the door.

  Rogers stood looking at the closed door in disbelief. He had not known a person to refuse the King’s orders every. He was not sure how he would be able to face the King and tell him what happened.

  “Where is she?” Edward said as Rogers returned to his chambers.

  “She refuses to come sir.” Roger said with a look of disbelief on his face.

  “She
refuses?” Edward looked puzzled.

  “Yes sir. She refused and said she would sleep in the dressing room.” Before Rogers had finished the sentence Edward took off toward the dressing room.

  No wife of his was going to refuse an order he had given. No woman would refuse the request of her husband to lay with him. Edward would not allow this.

  He knocked roughly on the dressing room door.

  **

  Catherine froze still when she heard the knock. It was loud, much louder than the previous knock. The forcefulness had scared her and she stood unable to open the door.

  “Yes.” She answered from the other side of the closed door.

  “You refused to come to my chambers?” Edward asked.

  “I’m fine here.” Catherine insisted.

  “Open this door.”

  At this command Catherine did as she was told and opened the door. She again stood behind the door to hide her night dress from being seen.

  Edward pushed the door open further and walked into the room. He was angry and Catherine could see this. She bowed to him. Because it was the only thing she could think to do. But it did not calm him at all.

  “You are my wife. You will come to me when I send for you.” Edward was angry, more angry than he ever remembered feeling. How dare this woman defy the King? How dare she defy her husband?

  “Yes.” Catherine looked down and worried she would continue to anger the King. “I’m sorry King Edward. But I would like to stay here tonight.”

  “You can call me Edward. You are my wife now.” Edward put his hand on Catherine’s chin and pulled it up so she looked at him. “But you will listen to orders that are given to you. Do you understand?”

  Catherine shook her head yes.

  ***

  Edward went and sat down on the lounge at the end of the bed.

  “Come here. Lay over my legs. You will be punished for defying me.” Edward looked at Catherine sternly.

  She knew there was no other option but to come to him. Was he going to beat her? Catherine did not know. But she knew that she could not say no to him again.

  As Catherine reluctantly walked over to Edward, tears started to form in her eyes again. She did not want to be here. She did not want to be a wife. And most of all she did not want to join him in his room and lay with him.

  “Pull up your night dress and lay across my legs.” Edward demanded.

  Catherine did not know what to do. It was clear that she could not say no to him. But exposing her bare body to him was horrifying to her. She stood there for a moment and did not move.

  “Sir?” Catherine questioned as she looked at him with tears in her eyes.

  “You must learn to listen to me. You will be happier once you understand this lesson.” Edward gently grabbed Catherine’s arm and laid her over his legs. He waited for her to pull up her night dress. As she finally did, Edward felt his body react to the sight of her bare skin.

  Her naked behind was there in his lap. He let his hand set onto her skin gently feeling the warmth shoot through his body. The porcelain color of her backside was arousing to him. His body reacted with the desire any man would have for such a delicious sight.

  Edward pulled his hand back and let it loose to slap hard against her bare skin.

  Catherine let out a small scream of pain at the impact of his hand. It was not horribly painful, but it was shocking to her to have such a feeling on her body.

  Edward pulled back his hand again and let it slap hard a second time. This time letting his fingers linger just a few moments longer as he soaked in the touch of her skin on his hand. Edward continued this for a total of five swats. With each, Catherine let out a grunt of pain. But her crying had stopped.

  Catherine could feel Edwards’s hard cock pressing up against her breasts. She did not feel the pain anymore. Instead, she wondered why her body reacted with a craving for another swat after each one was completed.

  When he is done, Edward helped Catherine to her feet. He grabbed her chin and pulled it up to his, kissing her passionately. So passionately that she kissed him back.

  Catherine was caught up in the moment. His lips felt wonderful against hers. She felt a tingling sensation throughout her body. There was no pain, only a surge of desire. A feeling that she had never felt before.

  “I am tired. You can sleep here tonight.” Edward said as he left Catherine alone in the dressing room for the night. He decided there was no need to force her to his room tonight. There were married, so tomorrow would be another chance.

  ***

  As the second day came to an end Catherine could feel the anxiety of the night filling her body. She had been consumed throughout the day with appointments and requirements so she had not had time to think about what would happen tonight. But now as the night started covering the castle, she knew Edward would be sending for her soon.

  Catherine intended to try a different approach tonight. Instead of being polite she decided she would flat out refuse. And if Edward wanted to come spank her again she would refuse to let him into the room. He could not control her. She would not allow it.

  Rogers approached the door to the dressing room with trepidation. Then knocked.

  “Miss Catherine. King Edward requests you to come to his chambers.” Rogers said as he looked hopefully at the dressing room door.

  “No.” Catherine said defiantly.

  “Miss I beg of you to reconsider.” Rogers insisted.

  “No. I will not. Not after the way he treated me last night.” Catherine sat on the bed and had locked the door so she knew no one would come in.

  Rogers reluctantly entered Edwards’s chambers, without Miss Catherine.

  “She said no.” Rogers said as he looked to the ground in an effort to avoid the anger he knew would rage from Edward when he heard this news.

  “No? Just no? Nothing else?”

  “Yes sir. She simply said, No.” Rogers looked up to see bewilderment across Edwards face. Then he again stormed off to the dressing room to confront Catherine.

  When he arrived at the room Edward did not knock; instead, trying to open the door right as he arrived.

  “Unlock this door.” He insisted.

  “No.” Catherine said from the safety of the lounge in front of the bed.

  “You open this door right now. That’s an order.” Edward was not interested in playing games. His wife would learn to listen to him.

  “No. I will not.”

  “Rogers. Fetch me the key and open this door.” Edward demanded.

  Hearing this, Catherine got up from the lounge and tried to find things to put in front of the door. If he got it unlocked she wanted to have enough items in front of it so he could not get into the room.

  Unfortunately, Catherine was no match for Edward’s strength. At 6’2” tall and 200 pounds, Edward had the strength of an ox. The trunk that Catherine had put in front of the door slid easily away as he unlocked the door and pushed into the room.

  Catherine looked frightened at first. Edward noticed this but he still knew he would have to make sure she understood that refusing him was not allowed.

  “Come here. Now” Edward said as he sat on the lounge.

  “No.” Catherine said defiantly.

  Edward stood up and saw Catherine flinch with fear. He decided there was a better way to approach this. He grabbed her firmly and held her close to his body and started kissing her. Catherine pushed at him and tried to force him away. But she was half his size and no match for his strength.

  Edward did not let go of her and pulled her over to the lounge. He grabbed at her night dress and pulled it up. But instead of sitting down right away he let his hands grip her bare ass and pull her close to him.

  Catherine could feel his body hard up against her. She also could feel warmth coming over her own body. Wetness filled between her legs. She stopped fighting him.

  Edward bent Catherine over his legs for the second night in a row. He pulled his hand back and l
ooked at the white skin of her ass. His cock throbbing with desire now. As his hand hit her bottom he let his fingers rub her gently. Sliding one of his fingers down between her thighs slightly, he let his finger move up and down feeling the wetness that consumed her.

  Another hit and another came. But this time Catherine did not let out a scream. Instead there was a moan. This moan was like her calling for Edward to slap her bottom again, and again, and again. He kept going. Listening to her breaths. Absorbing the primal feeling that he had to take her right there on the lounge.