Although he’d tease her constantly that she needed a spanking if she burnt the popcorn during their movie nights or told him the wrong times on a film they’d gone out to the theater on Earthside to see, he never actually spanked her for anything trivial.
Alright, sometimes he did, but she quite liked those spankings. There was a reason why she liked it as foreplay; he gave her very hot, very enticing and exciting sorts of spankings that would make her wet and moaning for him in an instant.
She had a horrible feeling, though, that tonight he did not have a foreplay spanking on his mind.
He pulled the rings off of his fingers. “I think you should get out of your dress, don’t you? I don’t want to accidentally wrinkle something,” he told her distantly, his normally sensual mouth now bowed down into a deep frown.
“I need your help without a maid,” she admitted, frustrated with this whole thing. She had done so well at avoiding a real spanking in about three whole years now!
He walked behind her and immediately began to unclasp the hooks that bound her into her dress.
“You know Charlotte’s not getting spanked for this, and I don’t think that’s a bad thing. I shouldn’t be spanked, either. This should be a night for celebration!”
“Yes, if this was done better. Besides, Charlotte’s behavior has never been a standard to live up to, and even though she doesn’t speak like a little sailor-on-leave any longer, and has better table manners, I doubt she’s less of troublemaker than she used to be. I am happy she’s back, but that doesn’t mean that you needed to defy me. I told you—told you and you agreed—to tell me or Master Ashcroft when she woke up!”
“Yes, but then she woke up and told me she was Charlotte and not some witch I didn’t really know from Adam!” she protested, even as he pulled the front of her dress off her chemise so that the bulk of it fell to the floor.
“Step out,” Moriarty demanded. She did, high-stepping from the yards of fabric, and he picked up the dress and laid it gently and neatly on a nearby chair.
She pulled her hands behind her, feeling extremely awkward with her being in just her chemise, panties, and stockings, especially when he was fully dressed. This sort of thing was highly erotic when they were doing role-play games, but at the moment it was making her stomach fold itself into knots.
Moriarty began to take off his belt. “Let’s make this quick.” He looked down, seeming not to look right ahead on purpose.
Chewing on her bottom lip, she walked up to her husband and put her hand under his chin, lifting it up to face her. “Why don’t we forget about this, Moriarty?” she said, trying to make sure her voice was thick with desire.
He looked at her face, and then looked down. She echoed the motion, finding that he had a hard-on that he couldn’t hide and eyes that were animalistic and hungry as hell. “Please?” she added. “I need you inside me much more than an argument.”
“I’m not arguing with you, you little minx! We both know that you deserve a reddened backside, and I mean to give you one!” He reached forward and plucked her panties away from her just enough to loop his thumbs into them and then he pulled them down.
She loved when he undressed her, but as soon as the silk cloth slipped down off of her bottom and pussy, her cheeks heated to flame. With her bare pussy on display for him, she felt extremely exposed, despite the fact that he’d seen all of her just about every single day.
She tried to put her hands over her mound, as if to shield it from his gaze, but as soon as he pulled her panties all the way down and she stepped out of them, he then stood up and quickly grabbed her hand and spun her around before giving her a slap on her bottom and marching her over to the bed. “Bend over.”
“I don’t deserve a belting!” Alice protested. “Be reasonable, Mori!”
“I am being reasonable, that’s how I know it when my wife’s trying to manipulate me,” Moriarty replied firmly, laying down pillows on the corner of the bed and forcing her over them. “Of course I want to make love to you; it’s a battle of wills to get up out of bed every morning, knowing that I could just have you to myself all day, but I have a duty by you!”
She hated when he spoke this way; it belied his age. The sentiment of men having ‘duties by their wives’ was not just old-fashioned, it was medieval. “Mori!” she said with a warning tone, although she had nothing to warn him with. He was in completely control of the situation, and they both knew it.
She felt the bent leather in his hands line up with the center of her bottom. “Don’t!” she squeaked, just as the feel of the leather separated from her skin and came down with a loud, biting crack. “Ouch!” she cried, even angry about the pain. She tried to push herself up from the mattress, but his strong hand pressed on her lower back, keeping her down as he landed a second, and then a third.
Whipping out one of her hands, she found he was close enough that she could slap him in the thigh. “Moriarty, that hurts!” True, she’d taken more than that in play, but that was different. It felt different; it didn’t really feel like punishment, and she didn’t really feel like she was in trouble.
He took her hand and pinned it to her side. “Hurting is the point, madam. Through pain, we learn.” The belt cracked down again, and then again. The sharp pain melted into a burn, and then repeated.
She decided to go ahead and say anything to get the pain to end. “Apple pie!” she cried, and he stopped for a second.
“Did you… just… safeword me?” he asked.
She turned her head around enough to see his look of confusion. “I’d even forgotten what it even was until just now…” he added.
“Moriarty, I’m sorry. You can’t spank me every time we have a disagreement!” she snapped.
He didn’t miss a beat; he sounded like she had insulted him by doing something he considered below-the-belt. “We didn’t have a disagreement, you defied me. You were unsafe. You were an accomplice!” He brought down the belt three more times, leaving her squealing and flexing her bottom cheeks. “This is not for fun. You cannot safeword your way out of this! You’re my wife, and this is discipline.”
The difference had not been lost on her, but she was panting as he continued on, focusing on one cheek and then another, making her bottom shudder from the contact. She was trying to catch her breath. “Sorry, I’m sorry! I should have obeyed!” she admitted, her voice breaking. “Please!”
He continued to strap her for a couple more minutes, and she felt quite out of her wits by the time he put the belt down next to her and kissed the back of her neck as she shook, every nerve in her body feeling like it was on fire. He let his hand wander over her welts. “My poor, mischievous little beauty,” he said in her ear.
She sniffled, and felt exhausted, but she lifted her bottom up to his hand as if she was a cat, wanting his affection.
In honesty, she wanted his length driving inside of her right about now. She didn’t feel right, she never did after a spanking, and she wanted him to take her and bring her to orgasm and help her relax. “Please… touch me,” she whimpered.
“You know that I can’t make love to you right now; that’d make this seem like foreplay. This isn’t foreplay, Alice,” he told her regretfully, but she knew that he had to be aroused beyond all measure. “Unless…”
Unless it was anal sex. Dear lord, she hadn’t had him inside of her bottom for years, but he said that taking her from behind was most fitting after discipline; it seemed to be something special, and the pleasure mixed with the humiliation and discomfort seemed to fit. She wanted him, though. She swallowed and nodded, “Please, Mori…”
She heard him unbutton his trousers. He dipped his fingers into her pussy, which she hadn’t even realized was dripping with need. He took the hot lubricant and ran it along her puckered anus as he pulled her up with his other hand and positioned himself behind her. He pressed in a testing digit, and she gasped at the sensation.
“There now, you’ll feel better after this, I promise,”
he cooed at her, driving his finger in and out of her a dozen times before removing it. Seconds later, he lined his hard shaft against that entrance and slowly, oh-so-slowly, pressed the crown of his cock into her. She gripped the bed sheets. “Push back,” Moriarty told her soothingly. “Push back on me as I enter you.”
She tried to do what he said, but her tight anus stretched and burned even still, just trying to accommodate his length. Once he was in, all the way in, she felt a sense of fullness and relief. He stayed still, letting her adjust to his girth and letting the burning pain subside, and then he began to roll his hips into powerful thrusts.
It hurt only slightly now, and that pain was forgettable compared to the pleasure she felt. His fingers moved to the front of her and pinched and toyed with her swollen clitoris. “Moriarty…” she groaned. “Fuck me…”
“Such a mouth on you,” he admonished in her ear, but the way he nibbled on her ear suggested that he appreciated her enthusiasm. Moments later, he grabbed her hips in his hand and then began thrusting—really thrusting. Her knees were practically jumping forward from the impact, and it was glorious. Even the small moment where his swollen testicles smacked against her labia took her beyond the edge of reason.
She was going to cum, and she was going to cum extremely hard; she even took a deep breath before she spun out of control, her body clenching down on his, causing Moriarty to growl as he released deep inside of her, and then she saw stars—nearly literally. She swooned slightly and then fell forward on the bed. Moriarty dropped, bringing himself next to her and wrapping his strong arms around her.
He kissed her. “My spoiled vixen,” he grumbled at her. He was panting, his chest moving up and down from exertion, his dirtied shirt completely askew. “That was more pleasurable than I’m proud of,” he admitted.
She kissed the very edge of his jaw. “Me too.”
“Maybe you should let Charlotte lead you astray more often… not to levels where you could actually endanger someone, but you know—general mischiefs that women tend to fall into,” he suggested casually.
She grumbled and snuggled against him, her ass pulsing with weary heat and pain from inside out. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”
“Well, I think you would.” He looked up at the ceiling and said, letting out a sigh of exhaustion, “I hope I taught you a good lesson, young miss.”
She giggled at that and bit her lip. “Oh, yes,” she assured.
He snorted. “See? Spoiled rotten.” He turned his head toward her and nipped her ear again. “What will I ever do with you?”
“Oh,” she grinned. “I think you can handle me quite well,” she said silkily, and kissed him again.
Chapter Twenty-Five
Ashcroft was certain that no one in the world could be as happy as he was, right this moment, deep inside the woman he loved, that he’d always loved. He never thought he would be here again, pushing into her, surrounded by her warmth, overwhelmed by her lusty eyes and sweet, playful smile.
Although in the beginning of that day he’d been frightened to death of Hoel’s return, now it didn’t seem so consequential. Charlotte still believed that it was likely Hoel was going to put her right back on the carriage like she’d been a naughty little girl who hadn’t come in for dinner. He had met Hoel himself, however, and had heard about him his entire life. He hoped that Hoel would be more open-minded than that and would listen to reason.
Ashcroft would do anything to be able to take Charlotte back home and start the life with her that he’d always dreamed of. He wanted to give her everything and start fresh with a clean slate. He could see it all now—children, grandchildren, even getting in adventures together. Whereas Charlotte used to think of her powers as a side project to her musical career at best and a nuisance filled with responsibilities she didn’t want at worst, Maili knew what it was like to live without magical powers. She knew how at mercy she’d been to others’ wishes and plans. Now, she could assert herself and throw her weight around. She had appreciation for what she was, the abilities she had, and he knew that she wouldn’t let them go to waste this time.
He pressed his thumb against her swollen clit as he made slow, deliberate thrusts with his cock. The act sent her writhing against him, bucking her hips with his movement and moaning.
He leaned down to nibble on her soft neckline, and then her breasts. He couldn’t get enough of these breasts, and was amazed he hadn’t recognized them as Charlotte’s when he had been tonguing them in Hoel’s garden. Her breasts were his old obsession. He brushed his stubbled chin against the soft skin between them, then pressed into her clit harder before he stopped and pulled slowly out of her.
She groaned with frustration. “What are you doing?” she demanded. “Thrust hard—”
With a single, strong motion, he succeeded at flipping her onto her stomach before pulling up her hips and mounting her from behind. She made a surprised, though deeply guttural, moan that had him grinning. He was thrusting with nearly full power now, grabbing onto her glorious flanks as he did so, then reaching down to grab and pinch her breasts.
She was close, very close—her muscles were beginning to twitch and clench but her hips bucked back at him wildly. He reached up with his hand and shoved a single thumb into her tight rosebud, the one he soon needed to claim, right above his cock.
Her body clamped down on his length, hungrily drawing him into her depths and then milking his seed from him. He gritted his teeth and groaned as he came, filled with pure joy and volcanic amounts of relief. Under him, she was bucking, even screaming, her shoulders bunching and her whole body contracting from the force of her pleasure. She ended her scream with a strange, surprised laugh.
They both fell down upon the mattress and he kept himself inside of her as he settled them into a spoon. He was kissing her shoulder as she reached for something, and then brought it down to her lips.
“I wish you wouldn’t munch while I’m inside you,” he complained against her shoulder teasingly as he realized she had grabbed a couple of grapes from the table just next to the mattress. “Makes me think I didn’t do something correctly.”
Chewing, she chuckled, and then swallowed. “Trust me, you’re doing everything perfectly, Ash, and I think you know that perfectly well. But you keep making me hungrier and hungrier. If we stay in bed for much longer, I’ll probably waste away completely, and then won’t you feel silly? You’d be like some kid that got the toy he really wanted for Christmas and played with it so much he broke it in a day.”
He grunted and supposed she did have a point. He stroked the side of her thigh, feeling her soft skin under his fingertips. Heaven. He was in pure heaven right this moment.
She gave a thoughtful hum as she chewed. “I don’t remember being so hungry when I was doing spells with you before. I ate like a normal teenager. Lots of sugary things, lots of chocolates, but nothing out of the ordinary, though.”
“Yes, well, you were mortal then. Your body was still actually using the nutrients and storing the fat of what you ate; your body could still change back then. Now, it directly fuels you; some things better than others.”
Chewing again, she taunted, “I don’t remember you being full of practical information like that…”
He gave her shoulder a playful bite, causing her to giggle. “It’s because you were a brat who didn’t listen to me on purpose. I’ve always been this smart.”
“If you were so smart, Master Ashcroft, why didn’t you write it down? Then I’d already know it,” she replied, goading him.
“When your memories came rushing back during our coupling, it unleashed some of your magic in a way that pushed those memories into my mind as well. It caused me to get a good rehashing of all the information I have in my records, and I did realize that I left a lot of things out. There’s a lot to learn, you know, and I simply can’t write it all down. A man can get wrist cramps. Besides, there are simply a good number of things that you have to experience for yourself to understa
nd.”
“Is that why you were so adamant when we were coupling the other day? You were rehashing your old books?” she asked. “Because you seemed like you were getting extremely aroused by getting reminded of things you’d already read and written for yourself.”
“I might have left some things out, but I’d forgotten others. Some of it felt like new knowledge, and you have no idea what study does to me.”
“Makes you mate your female like a wild animal?” she guessed. “I might have passed out even if it hadn’t made my memories flood back.”
He flushed, quite ashamed at that, but he stiffened even thinking about it and began to slowly move within her. “I can’t help it. You have to forgive me. I was so excited that I forgot to hold back my excitement.”
“Do you normally hold back your excitement when we’re coupling?” she asked. She was as playful as she used to be, he recognized. It was just her method of talking that had changed. She was more proper now, sophisticated.
“Of course I do. When you’re around, I’ve constantly had to restrain myself. You’re easily the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.”
“Really? Always? I look different than I used to. Very, very different.”
“Your body and eyes are exactly the same, but I like each version of you in different ways. I understand why Hoel changed you to look as you do—he is obsessed with his own wife, and judged everyone’s beauty by hers alone. But you have an inner beauty that he couldn’t mold and touch, and that’s the beauty I fell in love with. And your insatiable naughtiness.”
“You’re talking sweet to me simply so we can start another round,” she accused.
“I’m being perfectly serious,” he said. Thrust.
“I didn’t think you even liked me when you met me the second time,” she told him, though there was a hitch of pleasure in her voice that she couldn’t deny.
“I didn’t like all the impossible and naughty thoughts you were bringing to my mind. Now, I welcome them.” He reached down and began to play with her folds until she bucked her mound against his hand in frustration.
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