She hardly minded. A spanking might help scratch her itch.
He slid his fingers between her cheeks and found the shameful moisture. “Very naughty, Daisy. You’re soaking wet,” he said, taking his time to investigate, renewing her burning need with each circle of his fingertip.
“Ahh,” she moaned, pressing her hips into the bed and lifting them over and over again.
But he withdrew his fingers, bringing his hand crashing down on the middle of her buttocks, just above her sex.
She moaned again, her fingers burrowing into the soft woolen mattress. She lifted her bottom for more. If he wanted to punish her, she would take it—every swat. Hopefully it would quench the burning desire, put out the flames of lust she never wanted to feel.
He repeated the action, spanking her in the same delicious place where the reverberation went straight to her sex. He moved from where he’d been sitting beside her to the head of the bed, sitting with his back against the wall. “Lay yourself over my legs for a proper spanking,” he said, his voice gravelly.
She obeyed, crawling up to him and draping herself willingly over his thighs. To her satisfaction, he picked up exactly where he’d left off, spanking the sweet spot that went straight to her core. She arched for him, offering her bottom up, seeking each slap. It seemed like he could spank her all night and she’d never complain. She wanted it as much as she’d wanted his fingers to continue their tease. She tensed when a finger from his other hand slid between her buttocks, finding her most private hole. He circled the rim of her anus, all the while he continued to spank and she shattered, her body shivering, her hands diving between her legs as she bucked her hips.
Barrett kept spanking until it had passed and she collapsed in a limp heap. Even then, she would not have minded if he continued spanking her all night. The pain felt good, somehow. “I didn’t say you could climax, Daisy,” Barrett murmured.
She could not even bring herself to beg forgiveness.
“I ought to whip you with my sword belt for that.”
A second climax sent her bucking at his words.
He rubbed her bottom with hard, punishing strokes. “I think you’d like that, wouldn’t you, my naughty little wife?” He bent over and kissed one of her blazing cheeks, confirming her suspicion that he was not in the least bit angry with her over the broken rule. All the irritation she’d directed toward him when she’d first laid down morphed into affection and even optimism. Mayhap this marriage might work for her, after all.
If only she could hold him off from ever consummating the thing.
Chapter Five
“Good morning, love.” Barrett stroked his palm up the baby-soft skin of Daisy’s back, noticing how rough his hands seemed in comparison.
She rolled over and blinked at him. She looked so innocent, so unspoiled. He had planned to continue his sexual torments with her that morning, but he couldn’t even bring himself to kiss her lips. Her beauty made his chest ache. He wanted more than just her body, he realized. As he had explained to her, he wanted her heart, mind, and soul. Every piece of her.
“Good morning,” she said, a tinge of color coming to her cheeks, as if she just remembered how they’d ended the previous night.
He kissed her forehead and rolled out of bed to get dressed.
“My lord?” she asked, sitting up and pulling the covers to her armpits to hide her bare breasts.
“Yes, Daisy?”
“Are you going to…” she dropped her eyes to the bedcovers, “lock me up again today?” she asked, plucking at a stray thread.
His heart twisted. “No, sweet girl,” he said before he’d even had a chance to consider his options. “Did you say you liked to hunt?”
Her face lifted, shining with expectation. “Aye, my lord. Will you take me?”
Resisting her child-like joy would be an impossibility. “If you promise to be respectful at breakfast this morning.”
She beamed, slipping out of bed and running, hunched over as if to hide her body, to slip on her chemise. “I promise,” she said, jumping when she discovered him right behind her.
He wrapped his arms around her from behind. “All spoils go to your master,” he murmured in her ear.
She melted back against him, in what he considered his best-won victory yet, and laughed a deep, throaty laugh. “Of course, my lord.”
At breakfast, he sat down on the bench and watched her eye the bench and him with uncertainty. To his shock, she chose his lap.
“Ah, the little bird has been tamed,” Erik remarked. “Does that mean you’ll let her stay in with the ladies today?”
He smiled. “Mayhap after dinner. This morning, I am taking her hunting with me.”
The knights and ladies of the high table looked perplexed. “Hunting?”
“Aye. The lady likes to hunt.”
Several people exchanged glances, but he didn’t care. Daisy’s eccentricities made him all the more proud of her.
“That’s what became of the ladies of Hohenzollern without a man to rule there,” one of the knights remarked.
“All the more fortune for me,” he remarked lightly, leaving them to decipher his meaning.
Daisy sat perfectly still, politely waiting for him to give her permission to begin.
“You may eat,” he said.
He enjoyed the feel of her on his lap where he could inhale her sweet scent and feel her soft warmth. He looped an arm around her waist and stroked her side and legs, feeling her stiffness ease with each passing moment.
When they finished, they went to his chamber where he helped her into her cloak and picked up his riding crop. “Do you know what will happen if you try to escape me today?” he asked, reaching out and patting her bottom with the crop.
“I won’t,” she said, turning away dismissively.
He swung the crop and caught the underside of her bottom, making her leap forward and grab her bottom.
“I said, I wouldn’t,” she exclaimed, turning around and glaring.
He caught her up in his arms, joining her hands in rubbing away the sting. “Do not glare at me. If I think you need a taste of my whip to remind you to behave, I will use it.”
“You,” she said furiously, attempting to push him away.
“This little bottom is mine,” he said, squeezing it possessively. “Mine to punish or pleasure as I see fit. Do you need another reminder before we go?”
Pride warred with practicality in her expression and he hoped she would test him again, but she shook her head. “No, sir.”
He smiled and touched her nose. “Smart girl.” He offered his arm. “Shall we?”
She took his arm and they walked out to the stables where Penrod had already saddled his destrier and a pretty roan for Daisy. She stroked the mare, introducing herself and speaking softly in the manner of someone well-accustomed to horses. He helped her into the saddle, then mounted his own stallion and led the way out of the castle gates and into the forest.
The day was quiet. A light dusting of snow had fallen during the night, making everything look clean and white, the snow catching the sunlight and sparkling. They rode side by side, following a path through the trees.
“It’s beautiful,” Daisy breathed.
He smiled, enjoying her happiness.
She turned to him. “Thank you so much for taking me out today,” she said. “I can’t stand being cooped up inside.”
“Nor can I,” he said.
“You don’t mind having a wife who prefers to act like a man?”
He bit back a laugh. “Little Daisy, you are nothing like a man. And no, I meant it when I said it was my fortune to have a wife who likes to hunt, for now we have something we can do together.” He gave her a wink.
She looked at him doubtfully. “I think everyone at Rothburg will pity you for your poor choice in wives.”
“Enough,” he said. “Rothburg will accept you, just as you shall accept her. Do not fret over it.”
She didn’t answe
They rode for over an hour before they stopped to rest. He helped her from the horse, catching her waist and guiding her along his body as he lowered her, until she landed at his feet, her slender form pressed against his.
He expected her to protest, but she looked up at him expectantly. He bent and caught her lips, tasting her sweetness. When she returned the kiss, he went rock hard. Grasping the back of her head, he took her mouth more insistently, licking into her lips.
* * *
She gasped, pulling away from Barrett, a bit frightened by his invasion. He abandoned her mouth, kissing down her neck, nipping at the place it met her shoulder. He slipped his hand inside her cloak, cupping her breast and squeezing it.
Her legs grew weak. He pulled open the laces of her gown, baring her nipple to the cold air, where it stood up in a hardened point. He flicked his tongue over it and she groaned, the contrast of warm to cold making it burn. “What are you doing?” she croaked.
“What do you think I’m doing?” he murmured, grasping her bottom with one hand and pulling her even closer.
He had her completely off-balance. If he released her, she would fall backward onto the ground. She clung to his arms, giving up maintaining herself apart from him. Barrett would never let her fall—she knew it instinctively, even though it cost her to give up her own independence. She let go, stopped trying to keep her toes balanced on the slippery ground and relaxed into him, letting his strength bear her weight.
He picked her up, pulling her legs to straddle his waist, and carried her to a fallen log, which he brushed off and sat upon. “You know what I think?” he asked, his voice low and seductive.
“What, sir?”
“I think if you tried sex in some new and fresh position, you wouldn’t even know we were coupling. Like this one for instance.” He yanked her hips closer to his body and she realized her sex lay just above his manhood.
She attempted to push back, but he held her close, gripping her bottom with both hands and grinding her quim against the bulge in his leggings. “Barrett,” she cried, bringing her fist down on his shoulder.
“Don’t be naughty or I will have to warm your bottom for you,” he warned.
A shivering had begun in her sex and spread down her legs, making her toes scrunch up in her boots. Moisture had begun to pool again. She wondered: what would the harm be in trying it this way? He was right; nothing about the position or the feeling in her body reminded her of her first time. She rocked her hips, joining him in the grinding motion, testing the sensations it produced.
Both breasts tightened, heavy and full. She ground against him harder, a sigh escaping her lips.
Barrett pulled out the skirts trapped between them until her hot core rested right on top of his bulging hose. His cock moved beneath her, twitching and straining.
She panicked, rearing to scramble off his lap.
“Easy, easy, easy,” he soothed, catching her before she fell face first onto the ground and lifting her to her feet. “You’re all right, little one. Nothing is going to happen until you say yes. I promised you that, did I not?”
She stamped her feet, smoothing her skirts and trying to calm her racing heart.
“Did I not?” he repeated.
“Yes, sir,” she said, her eyes filling with tears.
“Oh, Daisy,” he said, catching her up in his arms. “Please don’t cry. You can trust me, my sweet. I’m not going to force you.”
She nodded, sniffing. “I know. I know that, I do. I just…” What had happened? She hardly knew herself. “I guess I got scared. Something reminded me.” She shuddered. It had been the thought of his manhood that frightened her. It had been manageable the night before, when she had a bit more control in how she touched it, but today had been too fast. “I’m sorry,” she said. She started to cry again. “I truly am sorry. I cannot be your wife. I’ll never be able to give what you want me to.”
“Hush,” he said. “You will, love. It’s only been two days. We have our whole lives together. I am not worried—you should not be either. You can trust me, Daisy.”
She nodded, brushing the tears away. “I do,” she said. “I really do.”
He looked cheered by that. “Let’s start back. We don’t want to miss the midday meal.” He helped her back onto her horse.
Her bare quim hit the saddle and the slickness of her juices made it slide. It felt so different from before; what did Barrett do to her body that made it react this way? She sucked in her breath at the sensation it produced. It was not quite as intense as Sir Barrett’s lap had been, but she still found a wonderful wave of heat each time she rocked back. They began to ride and she rocked into a delicious rhythm, rubbing her sex over the smooth leather. She stole a glance over her shoulder to see if Sir Barrett noticed her undulations, but he wore a blank face.
She continued, growing slightly dizzy, her breath staying high in her chest, coming in quick little gasps. She rubbed harder and faster until her muscles seized. She squeezed the saddle tight with her inner thighs as her bottom tightened and the muscles in her core contracted over and over again. When it passed, she slumped in the saddle, her muscles relaxed and warm.
When they arrived back at the stable, Sir Barrett helped her down. “You are in big, big trouble,” he growled.
She drew in her breath in dismay, her bottom clenching convulsively.
He didn’t say a word as he led her up to his room, swishing the crop ominously through the air. He shut the door and tapped the bed with the crop. “Bend over.”
She stole a glance at his face, but could not read whether he was truly angry or not. She bent over, leaving her skirts down, since he hadn’t instructed her to lift them.
He tossed them up her back. “Four strokes for being a very naughty wife,” he said, tapping her bottom with the crop. “Did you think I would not notice what you were doing in that saddle?”
“I’m sorry, sir,” she said meekly.
“You broke the rules. You may not refuse me and then pleasure yourself. Only I will decide if and when you receive pleasure. That is twice you have defied me.”
“Yes, sir.”
He brought the crop down across her low buttocks.
The tenderness from the whipping the previous morning came back tenfold. She groaned. Another line of fire landed across her bottom. She broke into a sweat. He whipped her again and she yelped, lifting her torso as if to escape. He pushed her back down and applied the last stroke. She squealed and reached back, covering her bottom with her hands and hiding her face in the covers.
* * *
Daisy looked adorable when she’d been spanked. Truly, she took correction so sweetly it made him want to claim her, devour her, show her she was his entire world. She lay bent over the bed, clutching her welted buttocks like a sorry little girl, her sex glistening between her legs. He leaned over her, covering her torso, lacing his fingers over the tops of hers.
“This is another position we might try,” he murmured, praying she hadn’t been forced from behind. She didn’t struggle, so he went on. “I could take you right now, little girl.” He pressed his thickened cock against her plump folds. “I see you’re ready for me.”
She tightened her fingers around his, breathing hard.
“I think you want it, Daisy. I know you want it, but you’re scared. After I’ve possessed you in every way and every position, I will banish all other memories you have of men.”
She turned her head and he saw unshed tears glistening in her eyes.
He froze. “What are those tears for?” he asked.
“I want to believe you, Bear.”
Hope skipped across his chest.
“Believe it, little one. I will make you forget. You will only know me, my body, my love, my touch. I promise you that.”
She closed her eyes, looking troubled. “That would be so sweet.”
Saddened by her pain, he lifted her off the bed and stood, holding her against his body. After a while, he said, “I need to check on the progress of the wall. Do you wish to come with me?”
She still looked small and withdrawn. “What is my alternative?”
He smiled, toying with her braid. “I won’t lock you in my chamber. You are free to sit with the other ladies, if you like. In fact, you probably should, I think they are anxious to know you.”
She nodded. “I agree. Thank you, Bear.”
He kissed her forehead. “Be good, little one.”
“I will.”
He left her, his heart heavy for the burden his little wife carried, the trauma he hadn’t yet found a way to take from her.
* * *
Daisy laid on the bed for a while, rubbing her sore backside, her mind swirling over all the new thoughts Sir Barrett had given her about making love. She had never pleasured herself before. Maybe she had touched herself a little as a child, before her mother told her it was wrong. But she didn’t remember the incredible sensations—the heat and need, the relaxation afterward.
She was tempted to touch herself again, not to purposely disobey Sir Barrett, but because she just needed to understand it all better. And while he punished her, she didn’t actually believe he minded all that much. This was part of his game, and she was breaking rules, but at least she was playing it with him.
But the thought of meeting the ladies drew her off the bed and out the door. She found them in the spinning room, laughing and talking.
“Come in,” the princess called, seeing her hesitate at the door.
She curtsied and came forward.
The princess stood from her wheel and came forward, taking her hands. “Forgive me; I feel I have not given you a proper greeting. I am Annika. This is Greta, Ute, Grite, and Elsa. Greta and Grite are my cousins, and Elsa is my sister. Ute is Prince Erik’s sister.”
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