by Sue Lyndon
“Varron, the captain aboard the Darfona—that’s the name of the pirate ship—he kept me for himself in his quarters, never letting any of his men go near me. But he never really hurt me. Slapped me once, but that was it. He tried to take me a few times, but he never managed…” She looked down and twisted her fingers together, then took a deep breath and continued. “He couldn’t take me because he was always soft. He tried but he was always so drunk, I believe, that it just didn’t work.” A tear rolled down her face, and he caught it with his thumb and wiped it away before bringing her against his chest.
“I’m so sorry you had to go through that, lass.” If the captain of the Darfona wasn’t already dead, Varron wouldn’t have rested until he hunted him down and made him pay, but all those aboard the Darfona had been put to death.
“It was nothing compared to thinking you were dead, Varron.” She snuggled deeper into his embrace and sighed contently. “It’s in the past now, and it all happened so fast and I was in a deep state of grief that I cannot recall many of the details, nor do I wish to.”
“You’re a brave lass, Meadow. I admire your strength.” He paused in his stroking of her hair and peered down at her. “I have missed you. And I love you. I am sorry I didn’t tell you before you were taken from me. But I love you with my entire being, my sweet lass.”
Moisture glistened in her eyes and she sniffled. “I love you too. I didn’t realize it until we were forced apart, but I really mean it. I love you too.” She smiled as the tears spilled down her cheeks. “I’m so happy you found me.”
“I would have spent the rest of my days trying to track you down, lass. You’re mine, my wife, my heart.” He cupped her face and pressed his mouth to hers, kissing her deeply.
She whimpered and moaned against him, and her hands roved up and down his back, until finally she was pushing his surcoat off again. He withdrew from the kiss and tore his surcoat off the rest of the way, followed by his tunic. His gaze then fell to her thin nightdress. In the glow of the lantern, the dark outline of her erect nipples tented the fabric. He bent down and suckled those enticing peaks through the material of the nightdress. Arching against him, she wove her fingers through his hair as noises of pleasure left her.
“Are you ripe and ready for me, lass?” He pulled back in order to lift her nightdress over her head. Once he had her bared to his gaze, he resumed paying attention to her pert breasts, squeezing her generous mounds and teasing her nipples with rapid flicks on his tongue.
She once again attempted to open his leggings. He playfully smacked her hands out of the way and did it himself, standing up briefly to remove his boots and leggings, before he crawled atop her on the bed. She peered up at him with her lips slightly parted, as she panted beneath him and spread her legs wider in invitation.
Blind need consumed him. His cock throbbed.
He had to be inside her. Now.
After missing her and worrying over her safety for so long, he couldn’t wait a second longer. Gripping her hips, he positioned the tip of his cock at her wet entrance and surged forward, driving all the way inside her in one hard, quick thrust. She cried out and clutched onto him, her nails digging into his back.
“God, you feel so good, lass. And you’re all mine.”
“Please,” she whimpered, arching her center up against him, urging him to move within her.
He was only too happy to oblique. Withdrawing slightly, he once again pushed his hard length into her deliciously tight heat. In the next moment, he started pounding her hard and fast.
“That’s it, Meadow. Take it. Be a good little lass and take all of my cock in your tight little quim.”
When the beginnings of his release beckoned, he pulled out of her, wanting to prolong this session of lovemaking. He sat back and eyed a tall-backed chair on the other side of the chamber, and a devilish idea struck him.
The image of her draped over his lap, submitting to him as he reddened her cute bottom, was too tempting to resist. He stood up and dragged the chair to the center of the room, sat down on it, and gave his wife a knowing look as he patted his thigh.
She flushed and crawled off the bed, then walked toward him slowly, her head slightly bowed, as if she were remorseful for some sort of trouble she’d gotten up to. Her adorable playacting only made his cock harder, his need for her almost painful in its intensity.
“Now that I have finally found you, sweet lass, I think it best that I once again assert myself as your husband and impress upon you the importance of good behavior. It’s been far too long since you’ve had a stinging bottom.”
“How very wise of you, sir.” She bit her lower lip and her eyes twinkled with mischief.
He fought back a grin at her response and reached for her hand. Guiding her down across his lap, he positioned her with her delectable behind high in the air and forced her thighs apart, exposing her plump and wet quim lips to his gaze.
“Now, this bottom is far too pale.” He cupped her left cheek and gave it a firm squeeze. She wiggled over his lap and pressed back into his touch.
“Are you going to talk all night, Varron, or are you ever going to spank me?”
“Girls who sass their husbands get very long, very hard spankings, Meadow.” He moved to cup her right cheek and pulled it to the side to reveal the cute pucker of her forbidden entrance. Before she could respond, he lifted his hand and brought it down on her bottom. The smack resounded in the chamber, and he shifted her closer to his center and commenced spanking her methodically, swatting each of her cheeks, then landing sharp blows on the tops of her thighs before moving back to her rounded cheeks again.
“Oh! Please, Varron. Not so hard!” She struggled, but he held her firmly down over his lap, intent on giving her a proper spanking.
“Who do you belong to, Meadow?”
“Ouch! You, sir! Oh…ouch!”
“Who owns this naughty bottom of yours?” He paused and touched the apex of her thighs, where her arousal glistened in the glow of the nearby lantern.
“You own my naughty bottom, sir,” she replied, giving another wiggle, “and all the rest of me too.”
He pumped two fingers in and out of her wet heat. A soft sigh left her lips, and she peered over her shoulder at him with a pleading look. “Please, sir. Please let me have my pleasure.”
“Not yet, lass.” He fucked her with his digits, driving deep with each fast plunge into her tightness. He purposely avoided her clit, intending to make her wild with need before he permitted her a release. After she gave a pitiful moan, he withdrew from her center and yanked on her hair, forcing her head up. He pressed his fingers, covered in her essence, to her lips. “Clean this off, young lady.”
She obediently licked her arousal off him, and he felt the trickle of moisture from her center upon his own thighs. He grinned knowing how badly she must be aching right now, and he next helped her off his lap and forced her to stand between his legs.
“Go bend over the bed, Meadow, and reach around and spread yourself open to me. I want a clear view of your quim and your little pucker.”
“Aye, sir.” A fresh flush suffused her cheeks and she scurried to obey his order. She bent over the bed just so, reached around, and hesitated for only a breath of a moment before drawing her cheeks apart and exposing all her feminine virtues to him.
He fisted his cock in his hand as he approached her, wasting no time in settling his engorged length at the entrance of her tight, slick quim. He surged into her fast. The bed shook violently under his thrusts. Despite his roughness, Meadow managed to keep herself spread open to him. Her moans and little whimpers filled the room, accompanied by another odd, deep noise that Varron eventually realized was his growling.
He came hard, spilling his essence deep into her depths. As his release waned, he stayed inside her and reached underneath her to stroke her swollen clit. A few swirls overtop the nubbin had her crying out her own ecstasy. While she continued gyrating against his hand, he withdrew his length fro
m her quim.
“That’s it, Meadow. Be a good girl and come for me while my seed is running down your thighs.”
After they both caught their breath, they collapsed on the bed in one another’s arms. Varron had never felt so content in his life. He thanked God for answering his prayers to find Meadow safe, and he admired her for her strength. She’d managed to secure a job and a place to stay all on her own. She hadn’t given in to despair. She’d survived.
They drifted to sleep, but awoke some time later in the early morning.
“I love you, sweet Meadow, and I promise we’ll never be apart again. Your place is by my side, always.” He gave her bottom a squeeze and kissed her forehead.
She sighed against his chest. “I love you too, Varron, and I am happy to finally be back where I belong.”
~THE END~
About Sue Lyndon
USA TODAY bestselling author Sue Lyndon writes naughty spanking romances in a variety of genres, from contemporary to historical to fantasy. She's a #1 Amazon bestseller in multiple categories, including BDSM Erotica and Sci-Fi Erotica. She also writes non-bdsm sci-fi romance under the name Sue Mercury. When she's not busy working on her next book, you'll find her hanging out with her family, watching sci-fi movies, reading, or sneaking chocolate.
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If you liked Sold into Marriage, you might enjoy the following fantasy and medieval spanking romance titles by Sue Lyndon:
Claiming His Human Wife
Rhiannon fears the rest of her days will be a struggle for survival on the Cold Top. But on her first night on the isolated mountain, Edwin, the immortal Crigon who’s been hunting her, arrives to claim her as his wife. Young and innocent Rhiannon has no choice but to submit to the desires of her dominant Crigon husband, and she soon finds herself blushing at the prospect of being claimed hard by the tall, dark, and handsome immortal who spanks her as often as he makes love to her.
Edwin the Crigon expects his little human wife to obey his rules, and he doesn’t hesitate to redden her bare bottom when she ventures outside into the dangerous Cold Top or gives him attitude. Embarrassing, intimate punishments also await her when she’s been especially naughty. They cannot remain on the mountain forever though, and he must get her to conceive a child before they may enter the immortal world of Stellia once again. But they're being hunted by an evil shapeshifter, and spirits are warning of an even worse foe up ahead. Can he get his mortal wife home safe? Or is he doomed to fail?
Conquering Lady Claire
After the castle where she has been residing is suddenly besieged, Lady Claire finds herself in a desperate situation. But in an odd turn of fortune, when the fortress falls she is rescued by none other than Lord Galien of Minrova, the very man that her brother, a powerful duke, recently commanded to find Claire and claim her as his wife.
Claire has no intention of marrying Galien, but that decision is not hers to make and her defiance is quickly overcome by means of a firm hand applied to her bare bottom. Galien is not content merely going through the motions of a political marriage, however, and he sets out to win not only Claire’s submission but her affection as well. His skilled lovemaking leaves his new bride begging for more, but can he conquer her heart?
Claiming Their Maiden
Despite growing up as a nearly friendless orphan, Amelia had managed to carve out a meager existence. Then, without warning, Amelia found herself falsely accused of a terrible crime and forced to flee for her life into the vast, dangerous forest outside her village. Alone, terrified, and pursued by both man and beast, the end seemed near for Amelia… until she fell from a tree into the arms of a towering hulk of a man and fainted in panic.
She is pleasantly surprised to awaken in a warm, soft bed in an ancient castle deep in the forest, and she is even more surprised when she learns that her rescuer, Trent, and his brother, Gavin, are the lords of this castle, but the truly shocking revelation comes when the barbarian brothers inform her that she has been promised to them by the Goddess and that she is to be their wife.
Like all men of their kind, Trent and Gavin were born as twin brothers, and the magic of their people will bind them forever to their chosen mate. With the promise of the Goddess backed up by fierce desire for the beautiful Amelia, both brothers are delighted to claim this unspoiled maiden as their own. The brothers are fully prepared to teach their new bride obedience, and they know that nothing will impart that lesson better than a good, hard spanking on her bare bottom.
Amelia wants to hate Trent and Gavin with every fiber of her being, but their firm discipline is coupled with kindness, concern, and a deep and powerful love that she never imagined she would experience from any man, let alone two great warriors who are both so handsome it nearly takes her breath away. Though it fills her with shame, when the time comes for them to claim their beautiful new wife—each in turn and then both at once—she cannot help but yearn to be taken long and hard.
Taming Princess Anna
Princess Anna plans to flee the Kingdom of Iverson and start a new life across the sea, far from her cruel father and the unscrupulous cousin she’s supposed to marry. As her wedding date approaches, she escapes the castle dressed as a commoner, only to become trapped within the heavily guarded city walls. She watches the walls while biding her time on the streets, determined not to be found by her father’s soldiers. The man who captures her though is no soldier, and he doesn’t return her to the castle either.
Bronson the Hunter finds the spoiled little princess easily enough, and his only concern is getting her outside the city walls before the rebellion against King Mendel is underway, a rebellion he’s played a crucial role in. The fighting starts as he whisks the unwilling princess across the island to Cimastown, where he orders her to renounce her nobility and marry a commoner—him.
Princess Anna can’t believe Bronson the Hunter is the same servant boy she used to follow around the castle as a child. She also can’t believe that he’s grown into such a broad-shouldered, mountain of a man, or that he has no compunction about baring her bottom for a sound spanking when she gives him trouble, even on their wedding day. But just as she starts to find happiness with the firm handed husband who is determined to tame her, an old enemy of her father’s comes seeking revenge and threatens their new way of life.
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