Tempting Gemma 1

by Josie Litton

  She had been so shocked, so aroused. And, although she didn’t want to admit it even to herself, grateful. In the immediacy of that moment, he seemed to have rescued her.

  Yet she still felt that when all was said and done she was a coward. Having given up her dream for the sake of her family, she might at least console herself that her action was honorable. But the truth was that she had done it to escape the suffocating terror of being isolated, alone and so terrifyingly vulnerable.

  Scant weeks after speaking her matrimonial vows, Gemma could not avoid the thought that she had tumbled from the frying pan into the fire. Life at Ardsley Manor--and marriage in general--were proving to be quite the trial. Which was not to say that there weren’t compensations.

  Charles shrugged. “I honestly don’t care if she does anything the rest of you want. All that matters is that she does as I tell her. Isn’t that so, sweetheart?”

  Mutely, Gemma nodded.

  Reminded of the thong, he laughed and took it out. “I think we can dispense with this now.”

  Tucking it into his pocket, he drew a soft throw over her and snuggled her even more closely against him.

  When Gemma’s empty stomach suddenly rumbled, Charles did not hesitate. At once, he summoned a footman and ordered a tray of sandwiches and little cakes.

  Bit by bit, he fed them to her, insisting that she eat from his hand. She retaliated in so much as she dared by deliberately licking and sucking his fingers.

  Looking askance at them both, Sister Ismay said, “You’ll regret such easy treatment.”

  Charles shifted a bit. His trousers were impressively tented. “I like indulging her.”

  Gemma managed a smile. As food had never been plentiful at dear old Mary Magdalene, she was unaccustomed to anything other than small meals. Very soon, she was full. When she shook her head, Charles smiled and popped the last of the petit fours into his own mouth.

  As the conversation continued, he slipped a hand beneath the soft throw and began to play with her nipples, stroking and flicking them. Gemma had to press her lips together to stifle her moans of arousal.

  In the midst of a riveting discussion about irrigation techniques, he moved his hand lower, lightly slapping her thighs when she tried to squeeze them shut. A long, blunt-tipped finger eased between her labia and began stroking her clit.

  Leaning close enough so that only she could hear, Charles murmured, “Shall I make you come right here in front of them all?”

  Mutely, she shook her head, then hid it against his shoulder, trembling.

  He laughed and relented but only just and she was certain not for long.

  Chapter Five

  Gemma had been punished for daring to be rude to Sister Ismay and been tenderly treated by her husband afterward but Charles still had a point to make about the proper conduct of a wife.

  She was relieved when they finally withdraw to the master suite but her thankfulness did not last long. Contrary to the custom among the aristocracy, Gemma did not occupy a suite or even a room of her own.

  Instead, she slept every night in her husband’s bed, a massive four-poster structure of carved ebony with dark wrought iron finials on the head- and foot-boards. Set on a dais beneath a ceiling canopy, it was covered in gold and burgundy silk and hung with gathered black gauze draperies. The overall effect was at once rigorously masculine and rather sensually sinister. Gemma loved it.

  Loosening his tie, Charles said, “I hope you’ve learned your lesson.”

  She nodded earnestly. “Oh, yes, I have.”

  His gaze narrowed. “I know my family can be difficult but head-on confrontations with them will get you nowhere. The best way to handle them is to at least try to meet their expectations. If it gets to be too much, I’ll straighten it out but I want you to make a genuine effort. Understand?”

  Gemma rather thought that she had been doing just that but in the interest of pleasing her husband, she said, “Of course, absolutely.”

  “No hesitation, no sauciness, just hop to it and get it done, whatever it may be.”

  Gemma’s head bobbed up and down once again but Charles still appeared unconvinced.

  He ran a hand over one of the round metal knobs at the foot of the bed. Studying it, he said, “Come over here, baby.”

  Anxious to demonstrate her good intentions, Gemma obeyed. As she stepped up beside him on the dais, her husband’s eyes darkened. He continued stroking the knob, warming it with the big palm of his hand.

  Smiling faintly, he said, “I want you to show me that you really are sincere about doing as I ask.”

  Aware of a sudden acceleration in her heartbeat, she wet her lips nervously. “How can I convince you of that?”

  Withdrawing his hand, he stepped back a pace.

  “By performing a task, one that is a bit challenging but still well within your ability.”

  As he spoke, he unloosened his tie and tossed it onto a nearby chair before proceeding to remove his shoes and dinner jacket.

  Gemma watched him with mounting anxiousness. Finally, she could bear it no longer.

  “What task?”

  Still smiling, her husband stretched out on the bed on his back and folded his arms behind his head. He looked intolerably handsome and completely in command. She dreaded whatever he was about to say but at the same time she could not deny her excitement. He called to some part of herself she had never known existed yet was now quite dismayingly helpless to deny.

  As though he understood the direction of her thoughts, his smile deepened. He settled himself more comfortably and said, “I want you to hump that bed knob the same way you do my cock.”

  “W-what?” Surely, she could not have heard him correctly. He couldn’t possibly mean--

  “Do it and I’ll believe that you’re sincere about avoiding any further scenes such as what I walked in upon. Otherwise…” His broad shoulders rose and fell in a shrug. “I will assume that you require stricter discipline.”

  Mindful of her still tender bottom--and, if she were being honest, of the dark tide of arousal building in her--Gemma said, “No! That is, I do not. But what you are asking--”

  She stared at the knob, wondering if it was even possible to do what he wished.

  As she contemplated her options, such as they were, Charles said, “There’s no reason to be shy; it’s only the two of us.”

  Resorting to the principles drummed into her at dear old Mary Magdalene, Gemma nodded. Slowly, she stepped closer to the knob and attempted to straddle it, only to discover that she had to stand on tiptoe to do so. By the time she had accomplished that much, her face was as red as her bottom. She couldn’t believe he was making her do this.

  As she struggled to get started, Charles offered helpful advice.

  “Spread that gorgeous pussy, baby. That’s right, now move those gorgeous hips. Faster. You can do it.”

  After a few minutes watching her exertions, he laughed. “Look at you. You’re creaming all over that lucky knob.”

  Charles took out his cock and began to stroke it. To her dismay, the sight of his impressive appendage combined with the shameful pressure of the knob against her most tender parts proved to be all too arousing. Gemma struggled to contain herself, praying that her husband would let her stop, but instead he egged her on.

  “Harder, baby. I want to see you come on it.”

  Tears of embarrassment and frustration were seeping down her cheeks but she managed to continue. The sensation of the hard, rounded protrusion, slick with her own juices, sliding under her clit made her squirm unbearably.

  “That’s great, baby. Keep humping, don’t stop, but take hold of those perfect tits. Push them together and squeeze them just like I do.”

  His strokes became faster.

  “Pull on those gorgeous nipples. Show me how long you can make them.”

  A groan broke from him as she complied.

  “That’s it, baby. Don’t stop. Let me see you come.”

  Moments l
ater, she did, her head thrown back and her hips gyrating madly on the damn knob that she would never be able to look at again without feeling shamefully aroused.

  When she was finally done, Charles let go of his cock, stood up and helped her off the post. He shook his head chidingly. “Look at that knob. You’ve made a mess on it.”

  With his hand on the back of her head, he gave her a little push. “Bend over. Use that sweet little tongue and clean off every drop.”

  Humiliated beyond words, she did as he said. In the process, she arched her back a bit more than was needed and thrust out her bottom, hoping the effect would encourage him to move on quickly.

  Watching her, Charles undid his belt, tossed it onto the bed, and stripped off the rest of his clothes. Gloriously naked and rampantly erect, he fondled and probed her with his long fingers as she struggled to lick the bed knob clean to his satisfaction.

  Finally, he said, “That’s enough, sweetheart. Get on the bed on your back, head over the side.”

  She spared a quick glance at his enormous member and took several deep breaths.

  When her head was at the right angle, he notched the thick crest of his cock against her lips.

  “You’re going to take every inch of me, baby. I want to be balls deep down your throat.”

  Happily, Gemma’s gag reflex was long gone, having been trained out of her at dear old Mary Magdalene. Even so, she had to struggle to accommodate Charles. Fortunately, he pulled out from time to time to let her breathe, not like her initial experience with deep throating on their honeymoon. Then he took her frantic struggles for enthusiasm and was caught unawares when she briefly passed out.

  As his peak neared, he grabbed her breasts, squeezing them hard.

  “Goddamn, most gorgeous tits ever. Can’t get enough of them.” Groaning, he yanked on her nipples and came in long, hot spurts down her throat.

  When he pulled out finally, Charles fell onto the bed and drew her up beside him.

  “You’re the best wife a man could dream of,” he murmured affectionately as he grabbed her ass. He was still holding her cheeks clenched in each of his hands when his head flopped to one side and she heard a faint snore.

  Exhausted, Gemma fell asleep almost instantly but her indefatigable husband wasn’t done with her yet. In the middle of the night, she was awakened by what had become an all-too-familiar sensation.

  She was lying on her stomach, her ankles secured by his belt so that she couldn’t part her legs. A heavy arm lay across her back, keeping her prone. His insatiable cock, thankfully well lubed, was pushing its way into her tight little rosebud.

  The thought flitted through her mind that just a few months ago, she was a virgin sleeping in her chaste bed and now here she was being anally fucked by a massive prick.

  The change in her life was simply too much to grasp and yet it could not be denied. As soon as he finished, Gemma drifted off to sleep again wondering what new trials the coming days would bring.

  ∞ ∞ ∞

  With the honeymoon over and the new couple settling in at home, Gemma discovers that her duties as Charles’ wife are many and varied as

  TEMPTING GEMMA

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  Part Two

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  Appendix A

  Note: As a result of events depicted over the course of this story, the Mary Magdalene School for Young Females is not accepting students at this time. Administration and faculty are unavailable for comment. However, certain documents pertaining to the school remain to shed light on its purpose, policies and curriculum.

  The following is taken from the orientation packet formerly provided to each new arrival. Whilst some may find the contents disturbing, readers are encouraged to keep in mind that the school enjoyed long-term support from the most elite members of society who are naturally above the moral judgment of their inferiors.

  Mary Magdalene School for Young Females

  The Mary Magdalene School for Young Females was established in 1802 at the convent of the same name. Located in an isolated region of Northumberland near the Anglo-Scottish border, Mary Magdalene enrolls candidates from every part of the world. The school is well known in the most discerning circles for the effectiveness of its unique program. Graduates of Mary Magdalene can look forward to productive and meaningful lives fulfilling the roles for which nature has intended them.

  We are particularly proud of our scholarship program made possible by the generosity of our gentlemen benefactors. No girl has ever been turned away from Mary Magdalene for lack of funds.

  Entrants begin their studies in the program at the age of sixteen under the strict supervision of our all-female staff. Prior to admission, a physician’s exam is required to provide proof of virginity as well as of general physical and mental characteristics appropriate to the nature of the school’s program.

  Curriculum

  The focus of the curriculum is on the proper role of the female in society beginning with the recognition of the innate superiority of the male. Through instruction, practice, and the use of proven psychological techniques, each student is inspired to devote herself to the well-being and satisfaction of the male, and to defer to him in all matters, accepting his rule with gratitude and humility.

  In addition to the study of the male’s superior role in all aspects of human endeavor, students acquire skills in matters as varied as the culinary arts, personal beautification, domestic management, and the provision of such personal services as they may be required to perform in future.

  As instructed, students carry out assigned tasks intended to promote the desired traits of meekness, subservience and obedience. They also take part in exercises and trials designed to banish such personality disorders as stubbornness, self-regard, and independent will. The latter regimen is not to be confused with disciplinary measures (see below) but is a standard part of the curriculum.

  Every day and in every way, the motto of the school is upheld:

  Code of Behavior

  Students will not leave the school premises at any time without express written permission from the head of school and appropriate escort.

  Students will at all times behave with utmost respect toward all members of the staff. Orders are to be carried out instantaneously and without discussion. Failure to comply will be met by the strictest disciplinary measures.

  The school uniform consists of a blue-and-white plaid skirt, white angora sweater, white knee socks, white cotton underpants and black loafers. Hair is to be kept neatly in a ponytail or pigtails. The uniform will be worn at all times excepting when its removal is ordered by a staff member. In that case, students will disrobe immediately regardless of location or circumstances, and remain in a state of nudity for so long as may be required of them.

  Students will at all times follow the diet prescribed for them. No other food is permitted. Weigh-ins will be performed each morning. In addition to having their nutritional needs met, students will be assigned a regimen of healthful physical activity in preparation for the rigors of their future duties.

  Students will undergo frequent full body examinations and, when deemed necessary, physical modification. Elimination of body hair by laser and/or waxing is mandatory. In addition, other procedures may be carried out at the discretion of the staff, including breast enhancement, labia reduction, clitoral enlargement or reduction, anal bleaching and other. Any resulting discomfort and/or pain is to be accepted without complaint.

  Students will not engage in any unauthorized physical contact among themselves. Masturbation, mutual or otherwise, is strictly forbidden. Failure to comply will be met by the strictest disciplinary measures including but not limited to public whipping in the school’s stocks and confinement for extended periods in an appropriate chastity or other restrictive device.

  Students will submit to all physical contact required by staff members. This includes use and display of the student for instructional purposes. In the course o
f this, all other rules are waived at the discretion of the instructor.

  Saving for the two hours of social contact permitted per day, students will not speak unless first spoken to by a staff member. All verbal communication on the part of the student will be in a respectful manner and will be carried out in a low, soft voice with eyes downcast. Loud or raucous conversation is never allowed. Unpermitted speech will be punished severely.

  Disciplinary Measures

  Depending on the severity of the offense, students may be subject to all or some of the following:

  1. Revocation of privileges, including food, clothing and bedding