by Golden Angel
Even a few months ago, Philip wouldn't have quite understood. While he'd sympathize with the desire to ensure one's wife was faithful, it had been obvious that the Countess wasn't flirting back (even if she’d encouraged the men by pitting them against each other), and so he would have thought that was well enough. Now, with Cordelia as his wife, he absolutely sympathized with Spencer's reaction. The urge to claim and have that claim acknowledged... it was a primal instinct to chase off the irreverent young pups and ensure they knew not to challenge him. Just thinking about rakes circling around his Cordelia, hoping she'd become a bored matron of the ton looking for entertainment outside her marriage, made him feel savage.
Upon returning home, Gabrielle went straight to her room, telling one of the maids to send her supper to her on a tray. Philip was tempted to countermand that order and force her to be social, but - as if she could read his thoughts - Cordelia placed a hand on his arm and requested he give Gabrielle the evening to herself.
"She is still adjusting," Cordelia said pleadingly, which might not have swayed Philip entirely but then she blushed and looked away, peeking up at him through her thick lashes. "And I... I have enjoyed having private meals with you."
Deciding on the spot they should have a tray in their room as well, rather than eating more formally, Philip immediately acquiesced. After all, a meal could not be more private than in their own chambers, without the servants coming in and out. Her shy, little request made him hard as a rock, but it also touched on more tender emotions. Knowing Cordelia enjoyed spending time alone with him, to the point where she was willing to request it even though she obviously wasn't entirely comfortable doing so... well it was quite a stroke to his ego.
Her blush deepened when Philip told the same maid who had reported Gabrielle's order to him that they would eat in their chambers as well. And then he practically dragged her off to those said chambers, eager to be private with his wife. After all, he'd waited all day already.
The second the door closed, he had her in his arms, his mouth pressed against hers as he pressed her up against the door, trapping her between him and the wood. His cock dug into her soft belly as he drew his hands up the line of her body, exulting when she moaned against his lips, her own hands clinging to his biceps.
She jumped and made a protesting noise when he ripped the back of her gown, too impatient to deal with the buttons.
"Philip!"
"I'll buy you another," he growled as he pulled the garment from her body.
"That's not what I - Oh!" She gasped as he freed a breast from her corset, propping the plump mound up on top of the boning and sucking her pretty pink nipple into his mouth. Her hips bucked, knocking against the door, as his fingers dug into her flesh. "Philip! I... I wanted..."
Cordelia wanted something? His lust flashed hot. So far she'd never asked for anything in their lovemaking. She hadn't really known enough to ask. That she might request something from him made his desire burn. While he liked to be in control, he also liked to hear a woman ask... beg... plead.
"What do you want, sweetheart?" he practically purred, releasing her nipple and bringing his hand up to cup the soft mound, kneading it and making her knees buckle. She was held up by his other hand, which had pressed into the vee of her legs, searching out the opening in her pantaloons and sliding into her already slick folds. The wet heat of her body made him groan, his cock pulsing with the need to invade her.
Guileless, hazel eyes blinked up at him, swimming with arousal, as she panted for breath with her lips parted.
"I - I... wanted to show you my - ah - appreciation for the gifts," Cordelia stammered out between pants, her body arching as he pinched her nipple. "You said you would show me."
Bloody fucking hell. He almost came in his trousers.
The first request she made of him, and it was to show her how to pleasure him? She was more than perfect, she was a dream come true, and he was a damned bastard for wanting nothing more than to corrupt her and teach her all the ways she could please him.
"Naked," he said, his voice hoarse as he began pulling at the laces on her corset. "I want you naked."
There was a questioning look in her eyes, because she knew that couldn't be the entirety of the request, but the rest of her clothes quickly fell to the floor as she helped him pull them from her body. A hot blush rose in her cheeks; that little touch of modesty that reminded him how innocent she was, blushing because she was unclothed before him and he could easily see all of her.
That hot blush went cherry red when there was a knock on the door. They'd moved a few feet away from it, but it made Cordelia jump anyway, mortification clear on her face.
"Leave the tray outside," he barked out, immediately knowing that it was the dinner he'd ordered.
"Yes, my lord." There was a slight clatter as the tray was set down outside the door.
His darling wife had responded by covering her breasts and mound up with her arm and hand, doing her best to be modest, despite the fact that no one but him could see her. It was so naively adorable. Those responses just fueled his ardor, even as they made him feel like a dirty bastard for wanting to do so many perverse and decadent things to her. He wanted to corrupt her, ruin her, and turn her into his own personal sexual plaything; the only one he would ever need or want.
"Put your hands down," he ordered as he pulled off his jacket, dropping it onto the floor and untucking his shirt from his trousers. "I want to look at you."
Although she obeyed, she had trouble looking back at him as she did so. The fine tremors going through her body were both of excitement and anxiety; she nervously nibbled her lower lip even as her nipples puckered under his gaze. Philip groaned as he dropped his shirt on the floor, atop his jacket, right in front of his feet. The small pile of clothes atop their thick rug should provide ample padding for her knees.
"Come here, sweetheart," he said, holding out his hand. She took it eagerly, obviously unsure of what to do with her own hands now that she wasn't covering herself with them. Philip pulled her directly in front of him so she was standing on the clothing. "Kneel down in front of me."
That questioning curiosity was back in her eyes, tinged with confusion, and reassuring him she had absolutely no idea what he had in mind. What a sweet, little innocent his Cordelia was, despite having been married before. He knew some men insisted on young debutantes for wives, wanting a pure, virginal bride, but innocence had nothing to do with whether or not a woman was a virgin. His Cordelia was as innocent as they came, knowing nothing of passion or desire before him, and now he would continue her education.
Opening the front of his trousers, he pulled out his cock and fisted it, renewing the blush in her cheeks which had just barely started to fade as she stared directly at his rod. It was an angry, reddish color, pearly fluid already leaking from the tip in his eagerness, and this was the first time he'd put himself close enough for her to examine him.
"I want you to kiss my cock, sweetheart," he said, his voice low and husky with need. "I want you to kiss it and lick it and then take it into your mouth."
Her eyes widened with shock, and her gaze went from his cock up to his eyes, as if asking him whether or not he was serious. With her pink lips slightly parted in astonishment, she looked so blasted gorgeous it was all he could do not to slide his fingers into her hair and force her head down on his erection.
"You want to show me your appreciation? This is what I want."
Looking back down at his rigid member, Cordelia hesitantly reached up to touch his shaft, placing her fingers just above his, her other hand bracing herself on his thigh. Immediately, Philip let go of his cock and wrapped his fingers around hers on his cock, forcing her to pump the thick shaft. She gasped, her lips parting even further, and his hips surged forward of their own accord, brushing the tip of his cock over her lips and smearing some of his cum across the bottom one. He groaned as her tongue flicked out, tasting it.
"That's it, sweetheart, taste me. Use t
hat sweet, little tongue on me, I want to feel it."
He almost lost it when her tongue flicked out obediently, swiping across the head of his cock, so wet and inquisitive. Closing his eyes, he breathed in deeply through his nose as her lips and tongue started to explore him, even as he used his hand to guide hers over the base of his shaft. Little, inexperienced licks and kisses, that were just as beguiling as the most experienced mistress', if not more.
"Open up," he demanded, his free hand came down to rest on her hair, sliding his fingers into the glossy tresses, heedless of the pins that came loose and scattered on the floor. "Put me inside your mouth and suckle me."
Hesitant, but submissively obedient, Cordelia drew back and opened her mouth, taking just the tip of him between her lips.
Heaven.
Philip's fingers tightened in her hair, pulling her towards him. He felt, more than heard, her gasp as his cock slid into her wet, hot mouth, her tongue flicking against the sensitive underside and making him groan again. Looking down at her, pink lips wrapped around his shaft, slim fingers under his encircling the base, and her wide, shocked but aroused eyes, he knew he wasn't going to last long.
Not long at all.
******
Wanton. She was a wanton. A hussy. A tart. Or at least, she was becoming one.
Completely bare, on her knees, in front of her husband doing something she'd never even imagined, much less heard of! Not only that... but she was enjoying it. She couldn't help but wonder why the act hadn't occurred to her, considering how much she'd enjoyed Philip's mouth on her... intimate areas, but she'd just assumed he was already showing her everything and, so far, he hadn't even hinted at this.
The taste was different, but not bad. Salty. Musky. Somehow meaty. And just a little sweet. But it wasn't the taste she was enjoying, although there was something satisfying about having her mouth filled in this manner, it was the way Philip was reacting.
She hadn't understood, at first, why he wanted what he wanted... but now she realized what she was doing felt incredible to him. Not only that, but for the first time she had a bit of control over how she made him feel. She could flick her tongue and hear him pant, take him deeper into her mouth and watch his body bow, or suckle him hard and listen to his heartfelt groans.
Between her legs, her womanhood felt plump and juicy, making her rub her thighs together to try and relieve some of the growing ache. After a while, the tops of her thighs were slick as well, helping to make her movements even more frantic as the need inside of her built. She sucked harder, her neediness translating itself to her mouth, as if the two were somehow connected.
"Oh God, yes, Cordelia," Philip cried out, his hand tightening on the back of her head, holding her in place. "Swallow me!"
His words didn't make sense until suddenly a wet heat of salty fluid burst in her mouth. She had no choice but to swallow, despite her shock, as she realized he was releasing his seed like this.
Her throat moved convulsively, his hips pumping, and she ended up taking him a little deeper, so her lips were pressed against her hand. It was the deepest he'd gone, nearly hitting the back of her throat, and she almost felt like gagging but managed to suppress the urge as she swallowed.
Since his fingers held her in place, she continue to suckle gentle as he softened in her mouth, still marveling at what she'd just done. Her own body was throbbing with the need for relief, her thighs slick with her arousal.
"Thank you, sweetheart," her husband said, smiling down at her with such warmth that she felt like she was glowing from the inside out. "Now, go sit down at the table, and I'll bring in our dinner."
"But-" she started to say, and then stopped, nibbling on her lip. She wasn't brave enough to ask for what she really wanted right now, even though her body was practically begging her to be the tart she was calling herself in her head and just say the words.
Philip arched an eyebrow at her, but she shook her head and stood. Her knees ached a bit. When she reached down to pick up her chemise, he cleared his throat.
"No clothing, Cordelia. I want you to eat dinner as you are."
Heat filled her cheeks, and she clutched the fabric of her chemise, flimsy though it was, to her chest. "But... I can't! We can't eat... naked."
"We can, and we will," he said calmly, as if suggesting such a scandalous thing was perfectly natural. His eyes glinted as he looked her up and down, since the chemise did very little to hide her body as she held it in front of her. "Why do you think I wanted to eat in our chambers? Go sit down, Cordelia. If you're not in your seat by the time the food is on the table, the next thing we do in private will be a spanking."
Dropping the chemise, Cordelia scampered towards the table as Philip opened the door and picked up the tray. She didn't know what kind of spanking he meant - the fun kind or a punishment one - and she didn't want to find out. Even if sitting naked at the table made her blush and squirm, it was better than a punishment spanking.
Was this what Marjorie had meant by being open-minded? Somehow, Cordelia had trouble imagining that, but then she also had trouble imagining Eleanor or Irene being spanked by their husbands. On the other hand, it was quite easy to imagine the Earl of Spencer spanking his wife. She didn't know what kind of marriage Marjorie and Christopher had, but something had prompted Marjorie to give the advice she did.
Taking a deep breath, Cordelia twisted her hands together in her lap, over her tightly clamped thighs, as Philip brought the tray to the table. The pleased smiled on his lips as he looked down at her made her nudity slightly easier to bear.
As they ate, she was distracted enough by his bare chest and shoulders to help ease her anxiety. Although, of course, she could hardly forget it when Philip's eyes often dropped to make an inspection of her breasts, which felt swollen and heavy under his gaze. Her nipples stayed puckered and tight, and she squeezed her thighs together under the table. Since their discussion ranged from books, to the people Cordelia had met in the park that morning, to Philip's relations, it wasn't as if they were talking about anything scandalous, but she couldn't help but feel so because of the circumstances. Scandalous and exciting.
Especially when Philip decided that he wanted to have her for dessert.
******
Dropping a dollop of cream on Cordelia's breast, right on top of her nipple, Philip smiled at her hiss as the coolness of the cream tightened her sensitive bud further. Eating dessert from his wife was as delightful as he’d predicted it would be. He’d laid her out on their bed, ordered her not to move an inch and had fetched the cream.
She wriggled, reaching down to touch him as he licked the sweet froth from the perky mound. Immediately, Philip straightened up, giving her a hard look.
"I see you can't help yourself," he said, shaking his head. "I told you to stay in position." She looked a bit distressed at having disappointed him, although she still seemed confused as to why he didn't want her moving about. Philip hid his smile. "Don't worry, sweetheart, I will help you."
Getting up, he fetched his cravat from where it had landed on the floor. The starch had gone out of it completely, leaving it quite supple and soft in his hands, perfect for what he had in mind. Sitting up slightly on the bed, her brow furrowed, Cordelia watched as he approached with the length of cloth.
"Hold out your hands, sweetheart."
Her eyes widened with awareness as he began to twine the cravat about her slender wrists.
"You don't have to - I'll hold still, Philip, I promise."
"All evidence to the contrary, my dear," he said, a certain relish leaking into his voice as he bound her. Although there was trepidation in her eyes, there was also excitement and uncertainty, the perfect combination to inflame a man like him.
"I didn't realize how important it was to you." Her voice quavered as he lifted her arms above her head, and she gasped as the movement ended up with her on her back while he tied her wrists to his headboard. She was reminded of when he'd pinned her down to the bed, and she'd c
limaxed so intensely... except this time his hands were free and hers were not. She was completely helpless in front of him, and it made her both more frightened and more aroused.
"Now you won't have to worry about it," he said, smiling. The smile slowly faded as he looked over her body, laid out in front of him like a banquet. "You're so beautiful, sweetheart. And so delicious."
Spreading another dollop of cream on her other nipple, Philip leaned down and sucked her flesh into his mouth. Something tightened inside Cordelia, and she cried out as her body arched. Having her hands bound, unable to even attempt to stop him from doing whatever he wanted to with her body, made the sensations somehow seem even more intense. Philip sucked almost viciously, his teeth kneading her sensitive nipple, and Cordelia thrashed. It was as if her lower body was determined to make up for the immobility of her upper.
But with his big, hard body wedged between her legs, she wasn't exactly capable of a lot of movement in general. His hands moved down to her thighs as he sucked her nipple, sliding underneath them and up to knead her buttocks, lifting her hips so that his own broad thighs could slide underneath. It tilted her lower body so that her pussy was splayed open, wet folds nuzzling against the tip of his cock, but he did nothing more than tease her with it.
Cordelia arched, not caring how wanton she must seem, as she tried to press her body more firmly against his rigid member.
"Please, Philip," she begged, as he released her nipple and returned his attention back to the first one. The little bud he'd just finished suckling was a dark pink now, wet and shiny from his mouth, and aching from the rough sucking.
"Please what, sweetheart?" he asked, sucking her nipple deeply into his mouth, obviously determined it would receive the same amount of attention as the other.
"Please... I need... Oh god..." She thrashed as he bit down on the tender bud, squeezing her bottom and pulling the cheeks apart so that one of his fingers brushed over the crinkled star of her anus. Immediately she tensed, trying to tighten her cheeks, but his fingers were too strong. She initially thought the touch was a mistake, until his finger came questing forward, rubbing against the private bundle of nerves. Cordelia shrieked, thrashing again as she tried to wriggle away from the rude exploration. "Not there, Philip! You're touching me in the wrong spot."
