by Maggie Ryan
Seeing him raise one eyebrow in warning, she opened her legs a tiny bit. She heard him chuckle again and found she was learning to hate that sound. He simply reached down and spread her himself with one hand while he cleaned her with a cloth with the other. Obviously ‘his needs’ meant he wanted to be able to easily spread her legs in order to touch her anyway he desired. She clenched her eyes shut as if doing so would make what was happening go away.
He found he didn’t like her trying to shut him out. “Open your eyes Rebecca. Don’t close them again.”
She forced her eyes open which were filled with unshed tears.
“Good girl.” He kept his fingers between her legs and watched her reaction. He had long since dropped the cloth. His fingers moved once again to stroke between her lips.
She bit her lower lip and tried not to react. She felt so many different things and didn’t know what to do or say.
Patrick didn’t need her to say a word. The evidence he found quickly coating his finger gave him the answer he sought. He grinned and then stood and lifted her off the potty. She was carried naked back to the bed and tossed down on it. She tried to scurry back under the covers but he simply pulled them off the bed. She looked up to see that he had shed his pants and that his manhood was sticking straight out from his curly hair at the juncture of his legs.
She tried to close her eyes but he said, “No! Look at me, Becca. Look at my cock. You’ll get used to seeing it as well as feeling it. You might be young, you are definitely a virgin, but I don’t believe you are totally ignorant of what a cock is for now are you?”
She had never been more embarrassed and Patrick felt himself become harder just from watching her face. “Answer me Rebecca.”
She shook her head, unable to speak.
He gave her another chance. “Don’t make me warm you bottom first, answer me young lady.”
The threat did the trick, “No… I… I know what it… it’s for.”
He nodded but still wasn’t satisfied. “Not good enough, Becca. What do you think is going to happen now? What am I going to do with my cock?”
She couldn’t help it. Her eyes shut tightly, her heart threatening to hammer out of her chest. She was terrified both of what he was saying and the way her stomach was feeling. She had felt an ache begin in the bathroom when he had laid his hand on her sex. The ache seemed to be growing and she didn’t know what to do.
She felt him kneel on the bed and felt his hand under her chin, forcing her face to his. “Open those eyes Rebecca, it is going to happen but whether it happens after I roast your bottom is your choice.”
She drug her eyes open, tears slipping down her cheeks. She saw the truth of his words in his eyes as well as something she couldn’t identify. She didn’t dare look down, she didn’t desire to see his… his cock. She kept her eyes on his, her face flushed, her breath coming in gasps.
He took one of her hands in his and without looking guided it to his erection. She pulled back but he easily pulled her back. “Touch me, Becca. Put your hand around my cock and feel it. Touch it and tell me what I am going to do to you.”
She gasped as she felt her hand guided around his cock. He forced her to encircle him as much as she could. She was shocked at both how hard and how soft he was. She had never truly seen a man in such a state and had certainly never once thought of touching one. She felt his warmth and the pulsing of his blood. Her own heart thumped louder. She saw him watching her and she finally answered, “You… you are going to… to take me, sir.” She was blushing as she spoke and almost released him when she felt his cock twitch. She yelped and he grinned but kept her hand pressed around him.
“Yes little one. But the proper word in this house is ‘fuck.’ I am going to fuck you, Becca.”
She gasped at the vulgar word, her face flaming. Never before had she imagined hearing the word spoken aloud.
Patrick grinned as she began to bite on her lower lip. He increased the pressure of his hand causing her to hold him even tighter. “I am your husband and I am going to fuck you whenever, wherever, and however I desire. I am going to teach you to pleasure me, to serve me as a good wife should. When you share my bed, you will be my wife and learn many things. When you are out of this bed, you will be my little one and learn other, though still very important, things. Your purpose now is to serve me and make me happy. I will fuck you often and I will also spank you just as often for I find hearing you cry and seeing you with a welted, red bottom pleasures me greatly.”
She was shocked at his words though she had already begun to understand this man was different from most men. He didn’t ask for what he wanted, he simply took it. He didn’t care if she was unhappy, his happiness was what mattered. He definitely didn’t seem to care if her bottom was on fire—in fact, he had just admitted that he loved seeing her punished and promised to continue to redden her bottom. She felt the tingle in between her legs grow but her head was screaming at her to run.
He sensed her intentions and tightened his grip around her hand. “You chose to wed me Rebecca. You signed the certificate and Mrs. Williams witnessed it. You aren’t a stupid girl. You do know what men and women do together don’t you?”
She blushed furiously but, her bottom lip held with her teeth, she nodded.
“You are my wife Rebecca and belong to me. You have nowhere to go and though you might not find the sort of marriage I desire is what you expected, this is now your life. I promise to take care of your every need even as you learn to take care of mine.”
Her head was spinning. His words sounded sincere and she knew he would keep her safe. She also was being forced to keep her hand wrapped around a part of his body she had never expected to come into such contact with. Her breath was coming out in small pants and she felt him twitch against her fingers again. She was surprised when he removed her hand and sat back on his heels. She refused to lower her gaze, her hand now feeling empty and she didn’t know where to put it. Patrick simply took both of her hands in his. “I wasn’t planning on doing this but I want to make certain you understand. If you find this all too horrible, if you can’t stand the sight of me, if you are desperate to escape me and our marriage I will take you back to the school and have our marriage annulled as I have yet to take your virginity.”
He was pleased to see she looked a bit shocked as if never expecting a way to escape. “You might be asked to remain in Mr. Danvers service or he might refuse to employ you. I will even settle a small amount of money in your name so that you won’t be totally without funds.”
She found his eyes with hers. His were clear and blue while hers were filled with unshed tears. The thought of leaving terrified her. The thought of being put aside once she had wed had never occurred to her. She couldn’t even imagine the shame she’d feel if she ever saw Miss Lambert again. The woman would gloat and forever remind her of how she had been set aside by her husband, unable to even be the ‘whore’ he had obviously wed her for.
He saw her confusion and softened his voice even further. “I will not apologize for the sort of man that I am. It is simply my desire to be your husband to appease the legalities of society. However, I am far more desirous to be your Papa. I want to teach you, to give you pleasure until you scream for me to stop and teach you how to pleasure me. I admit, I will also punish you often and severely, Rebecca, for hearing you scream for mercy will also bring me great happiness.”
Rebecca felt her entire body quiver. Never in her life had she ever imagined what was even now happening. His words were ones she couldn’t process within her mind but she felt a tightening in her stomach, a tingling between her legs. She truly had no idea of what to do or how to even begin to respond.
His eyes captured hers and she was incapable of looking away. Patrick smiled down at her. He loved the blush that was slowly rising up her body, her huge eyes that had yet to look away from his, her breathing that was barely audible. He knew she was in shock but also knew that he had chosen correctly. Her plump lips
parted to expose her tiny perfect teeth. He watched as they very lightly began to worry her bottom lip. Her chest was rising faster as if her heart was beating so fast within that it needed more space. Her raspberry colored nipples were puckering even more tightly as he allowed his gaze to roam up and down her kneeling form. He knew that her bottom was heart shaped and her skin was pale and silky. He knew though she was unaware that she was born for this. The lifestyle he wanted to live—no, one he absolutely had to live in order to feel fulfillment, was not something most of society would ever admit existed and would certainly never condone. He didn’t truly care about what society thought or expected. However, he found he did want to give this small woman the choice. He would so enjoy teaching her, molding her to his desires. He knew she would fight him but, though he would naturally be able to win due to both his gender and his superior strength, he had no desire to break her spirit. He had seen a fire in her from the moment she had walked into Danvers’ study. He wanted to stoke that fire, to seek its embrace, to allow it to consume them both; he had no intention of dousing it.
For the first time in his life, he felt a surge of uncertainty. He gave a brief thought to what he was saying and wondered if he had read her unspoken, unrealized desires as correctly as he had thought. He gripped her hands a bit tighter and continued. “We won’t ever discuss this again. You will make your decision as the young woman you are. You now must realize that if you stay you won’t make another decision as an adult. You will be nothing more than a child except when I take you into this bed. Even then, on those nights, when you are naked in my bed, you will serve me as I wish. I will allow you pleasure—or not—but I will always take my own in whatever way I desire. The choice will never belong to you my little one.” He saw her flush deepen but also was aware that she had yet to attempt to move away from him.
“Make your choice Rebecca.” He released her hands. “Either stand up and I will arrange for your departure or take my cock in your hands and ask me to be your Papa and your husband.”
Her breath hitched, her heart racing. She knew that the next move was hers. Her head was screaming, run… run…run.
Her heart was begging for her to stay.
She was both terrified of staying as well as leaving. She searched his eyes for some sort of answer and found only an intense stare, the truth of his words filling his eyes. She believed he spoke truly though she could not comprehend or truly believe all of what he had said.
Patrick reached out and stroked her cheek with the tip of his finger.
Rebecca unconsciously tilted her head as if to get closer to the contact. Just that light touch had her body tingling all over with desire for this man to hold her, to teach her and to take her.
Patrick barely dared to breathe. He found himself praying he wouldn’t soon be regretting making the choice to allow her to make this decision. However, he had discovered that while he had no intention of ever living in a conventional, society accepted marriage, he suddenly felt doubt about forcing her to simply accept the lifestyle he desired. While he would always demand submission and absolute obedience, while he would always find pleasure in punishing her quite thoroughly, he did not want to break her. He loved the spirit she had shown in Danvers’ office and though he would redden her bottom if she ever dared disobey him, he had been very impressed with her ability to stand up to the man in his own office. He wanted her desperately and had already begun to fall in love with her. Some part of him wanted her love, while not immediately he was sure, but to have her grow to love him was suddenly very important to him.
Rebecca looked up and very slowly reached out and took his erection into both of her hands, her choice made.
He groaned at the touch, sure he would embarrass himself but forced himself to say, “You need to ask me Becca… ask me to be your husband and your Papa. Tell me you know that I will both love and punish you.”
She shuddered but didn’t relax her hold. “Please, sir, please be my husband and… and my Pa… Papa. Please love and… and pun… punish me. Please teach me.”
Patrick nodded, very pleased with her words and Rebecca relaxed for the first time in his presence. She felt terrified but part of her understood she was exactly where she wanted to be.
Patrick knew that she would question this moment several times, most especially when her bottom was roasted and aching from enduring punishments designed to humiliate her and cause her great pain, when she was forced to offer herself sexually every time he demanded it of her, and in ways she could not possibly imagine. He bent forward and lifted her chin a bit further. He pressed his lips to hers and she shyly kissed him back. Too soon he released her mouth.
“Thank you Rebecca. You are now mine forever and always.”
She blushed but nodded.
Patrick was done being gentle or kind. She had made her choice and he intended to teach her that he had been serious. He now owned her. She was his to do with as he pleased.
She trembled at the look on his face and felt his hands cover hers. He moved her hands away and pushed her back until she was lying beneath him. She was breathing hard as he took her hands and guided them above her head.
“Take hold of the rail, Becca.”
She did as he said and felt something being wrapped around her wrists.
Patrick had pulled up the restraints he had put on his bed in anticipation of just this moment. For now, they consisted of just leather straps but he knew that somewhere in the boxes below, soft leather cuffs were waiting for his use. He had absolutely no intention of taking the time to find them. “Good girl. I will keep you bound often, whether to fuck you or spank you or just to keep you in place while I observe you.”
His words continued to shock her. He was coarse and harsh and she believed every word he was saying.
He sat back and used his hands to spread her legs wide. She whimpered at the stretch but didn’t attempt to fight him. He put his hands under her bottom, finding that her small cheeks seemed made to fit into his palms. He squeezed hard until she squirmed and whimpered, the skin still obviously very tender.
She didn’t realize that just hearing her whimper caused his cock to twitch again.
He looked down and frowned, the thick covering of her pubic hair hid her pussy from his view. He decided that it would be the first thing to go but, that too could wait. He released one cheek to probe between her legs, opening her lips and pushing his fingertip inside. She squirmed harder but he easily held her with one hand. He found her dripping wet, her juices showing him that she was far more prepared than most virgins. He grinned and grasped her legs to pull them over his shoulders, lifting her hips to tilt towards him.
She blushed and shuddered at the humiliating exposed position, never once having truly considered what men and women did in the privacy of a marriage bed. She had practically died when he had first spread her and knowing that his eyes were looking upon her most intimate place. When he had roughly pushed a finger into her body, she had felt her heart stop beating. She became frightened as he cupped her aching bottom again and pulled at the restraints but knew she was going nowhere.
He smiled down at her as he pushed his hips forward until the head of his cock kissed her opening. “I won’t lie to you, Becca. This is going to hurt you and it won’t be my fault… this time. I’m going to fuck you fast but I promise, after this it won’t hurt again unless, of course, that is something I desire.”
She had no idea what he was speaking about but he didn’t give her time to think. He pushed hard into her. Even with the intention of taking her maidenhead as quickly as possible, it still took another even harder thrust to break through her barrier. She had arched immediately upon his entry but screamed loudly as he burst through her resistance. Her eyes were huge as he continued to press himself inside her, causing her sex to stretch and open for the first time. Her head thrashed as he pulled her towards him. She moaned and tried to squirm away but Patrick simply lifted her hips higher and pushed forward, claiming her bod
y inch by inch.
“No… oh no, please. It... hurts… you are hurting me!” she sobbed, her wrists aching as she pulled against the restraints. Surely he would realize that she was far too small to accommodate him. Surely he would stop before he ripped her in two.
Patrick didn’t stop or even halt his entry. He kept pressing forward, spreading her even wider. “Be still Rebecca, you will take me, every last inch of me.”
She whimpered and struggled, tears leaking down her cheeks, but he pressed his weight down onto her. She felt her sex stretching to a degree unimaginable to her as he continued to claim her. She arched her back and Patrick just smiled as she inadvertently offered herself to him. She held her breath until she thought she would faint only to then release it in a scream that echoed around the room when, at last, he sank himself completely within her body.
Once seated, Patrick stilled. He watched her face as she tried to accept the act that made her truly his wife. Her discomfort was evident as her face was streaked with tears, but he felt her lift her hips just a trifle.
“Just as I told you.” Smiling, he began to move inside her.
She gasped as she felt his withdrawal and again as he advanced. She felt her heart stutter as he began to thrust hard and fast, her body accepting his demand of it. She strained against the leather restraints, not to get away but to follow some deep seated need to touch this man, to put her hands on his chest, his arms, anywhere.
Patrick was in trouble. He wanted to stake his claim forever—had no desire to withdraw from the woman beneath him and he sank to the hilt inside her. However, her incredible tightness, her warmth surrounding him, her small cries of pain as well as her barely audible pleas for mercy drew him to an embarrassing fast eruption. He groaned as he emptied into her and was grateful that she would have nothing to compare him too. It wouldn’t happen so quickly the next time and all the thousands of times after that.
He didn’t remove himself. Instead, he bent down and took a taunt nipple into his mouth. She arched again, the feeling alien and utterly shameful but not hurtful. He licked and tongued her nipple and then moved to suckle the other.
