“Elizabeth, I want to ask you something.” His voice was coarse.
I nodded, unable to speak.
Thomas looked straight into my eyes, rubbing his lips with his finger, a gesture he always performed when pondering something. “Would you object if I—”
“No.”
“But you don’t know what it is yet.”
“You are my husband now, Thomas. I needn’t fear you, remember?” From the moment I said them aloud, I knew the words were true. I couldn’t think of a single thing I didn’t trust him with.
“Yes.” He smiled, and his shoulders relaxed a little. “Do you trust me, then?”
“Yes. In all things.”
Thomas smiled again, that look of triumph once more upon his face. “That is… good. Very good indeed.” He took my shoulders and turned me so that I faced the bed, then pushed me gently forward so that we walked together until we reached the footboard. I was confused. I wanted to touch and be touched, kiss and be kissed, yet it seemed like I wouldn’t be able to have any of that.
He pushed my shoulders down, and I suddenly realized he wanted me to bend over the bed. I complied, slightly frustrated. Part of me wanted to turn around and ask him what was happening, but another part of me kept reminding myself that I had told him I trusted him in all things. Between the need inside that kept on growing in its unsettling lewdness, I was getting more and more unsteady on my feet. A shiver ran through me, and I grabbed the footboard of the bed to steady myself.
“Perfect,” he said. He nudged my legs apart his hand on the inside of my knees, and I spread myself wider for him. I smelled myself, gasping at the realization of what that scent was. Before I could say anything, he spoke again. “If you only knew, Elizabeth, my Elizabeth, of all the things I’ve imagined.”
I hoped the strong odor wouldn’t drive him away. It didn’t seem to. I felt him lean in close behind me, and suddenly his fingertips were on the inside of my thigh. I moaned, and such a deep, guttural sound it was.
Thomas teased my skin, his fingers trailing upwards as the heat inside flared even hotter, and the need to be touched grew stronger. Somehow, I knew exactly where his fingers were headed. My hips pushed back as if they had a will of their own and sought the pleasure I was still too ashamed to admit to wanting.
He grabbed my hair and pulled my head back as I squealed. “You want to be pleasured, don’t you, my little bride?”
I shut my eyes tight, trying desperately not to faint. His words and tone of voice sent a rush of fear through my veins, but within the span of a heartbeat that fear had turned to arousal. Part of me wanted him to speak again, to pull my hair harder, and I had no idea what to do with such a lascivious part of myself. My hips pushed back, and I whimpered.
“Yes, you do. Such a wonderful little bride I have, so lewd and greedy.”
My eyes popped open. A sudden realization left me breathless: the more I gave into my desire, the more his lust seemed to grow. And the more his desire grew, the more he fueled my own. How long would this dance of ours continue? And how would it end? The wetness between my legs increased as the need to be touched overwhelmed me. I whimpered again, as much from the frustration and need as from the desire to arouse him further.
Slowly, he slid one finger between my folds and I gave a loud moan. His touch was gentle, but confident. “I want to hear you, my little bride. I want to hear how much pleasure I give you.”
I continued to moan as his fingers slid up and down. The need to be touched focused on a single point so tantalizingly close to his fingers that I had to touch it myself if he wouldn’t do it for me. And then he circled that very place and my knees buckled. I grabbed the footboard harder as he continued to rub and tease, and the pleasure that surged through me was so intense I could hardly breathe. “My little bride is such a bad girl. She’s so ready and willing to be pleasured.”
His words broke through the daze created by his fingers, and I managed to stutter out a weak protest. “W-what?” His fingers stopped moving and I rocked my hips, trying to coax him into continuing.
Thomas pulled my hair back again, and leaned in closer so that I could feel his breath on my skin as he whispered in my ear. “And bad girls need to be punished.” With those words, he hit my bottom with a hard smack. I was too stunned to scream, caught by surprise, trying to understand what was happening. The pain was quick to come and quick to go, leaving only a dull sting on my skin. The nub of flesh he teased was throbbing, as if begging me to touch it.
I was trying to figure out how to ask him to continue when he let go of my hair. I rolled my neck, easing out the tension, and his finger was on me again. I let my head fall forward, pushed my hips back and opened my legs wider, offering him better access to my wet flesh.
Just as suddenly as before, he smacked me again. I let out a small scream. “Thomas!”
He teased the focal point of my pleasure over and over again, then stopped, leaned forward, and whispered in a soft voice. “If you only knew, my darling, of all the things I’ve imagined.”
I swallowed hard as I slowly began to realize he was doing all this for our mutual pleasure, to satisfy the lust in both of our hearts. “Will you tell me, Thomas?”
He pressed against me and laid his lips on my neck. His tongue left a wet trail on my skin that had me gasping for breath, while his hand cupped my breast and teased the nipple there. Earlier I would have flushed at his touch, but now, given all that he’d done to me, I couldn’t feel anything but hot flashes of pleasure coursing through me.
“No, darling,” he whispered against my neck. His breath cooled the wetness on my skin and it made me shiver even harder. “I’m going to show you.”
I straightened up at another hard smack on my bottom. This time he didn’t stop. One after the other, he spanked me with stinging slaps of his hand that burned hotter and hotter each time. I don’t know how many times it happened before I started to scream from the pain, but as soon as I did, his fingers were between my legs again, numbing out the soreness with the intense pleasure of his teasing.
All of my senses were focused on that one spot. The more he spanked me, the more he teased me, until both pain and pleasure mingled into a delicious mix of lust. I screamed, I moaned, and he moaned with me.
His voice was in my ear, telling me how much he loved to hear me, but I couldn’t focus on anything but the intensity of the pleasure that his fingers gave to me. It felt like I was going to explode. Bright white flashed behind my eyes and I screamed as violent surges of the most intense pleasure spread through me, radiating from that one spot between my legs.
I clung to the bed for support, gasping for breath, eyes shut tight. When my breathing finally calmed, I realized that Thomas was holding me, stroking my hair and kissing me very, very gently on the head. I took a few moments while my heart slowed down. I wasn’t even going to try and comprehend everything that had happened.
I’d heard stories of romance and love, and in them there was never any talk of how my heart was swelling, of the way I wanted to feel the skin of the man behind me, of the thoughts that came from inside my mind, so dark and so lewd and so desired. There were no mentions of a need to be filled up, to be taken in his arms and allowed to be used for his pleasure. There was nothing said of the dryness in my mouth that only his kiss could fulfill, of the deep ache in my fingers that only his body could soothe. And there was a need inside that I could not name and could not understand, but it spread through me like warm blood, filling me up, driving me to turn around and take him in my arms and kiss him.
He broke the kiss and cupped my hands in his, and the fire in his eyes both frightened and enticed me. “Do you trust me, my darling?”
“Yes. In all things.”
He smiled, that look of triumph so strong and gorgeous on his face. “That is good. Very good indeed.”
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