His Willful Bride (Victorian Brides Book 1)

by Maggie Carpenter

  “Did you run me a bath?”

  “I did, m’lady,” Helen nodded, “with lavender oil.”

  “Good. Please undress me quickly, then you may leave. I can put on my nightdress without help.”

  Though Charlotte wanted to ask her maid if she was settling in well, she was too full of titillating apprehension to indulge in small talk, and sensing her mistress’s anxiety, Helen remained subdued as she peeled off the many layers of clothing, then helped Charlotte into a robe.

  “Good night, Helen, thank you. We’ll talk tomorrow.”

  “Yes, m’lady.”

  Moving into the bathroom, Charlotte dropped the robe, and stepping into the tub, she sank into the warm, aromatic water. She wanted to be clean and sweetly scented for her husband, but she also needed to relax for a few minutes.

  As the calming fragrance engulfed her, she took a deep breath and smiled. Knowing what Edward had in store for her was a blessing, and she was grateful that he’d shared his plans. Taking a cloth, she smothered it with Pears soap, scrubbed herself until her skin was pink, then rising from the water, toweled herself off and chose to wear the robe instead of the nightgown.

  Sitting in front of the mirrored vanity, she pulled the many holders from her hair, allowing her long locks to flow loosely around her shoulders, then moved through the apartment to the door that led directly into Edward’s bedroom.

  “There you are,” he smiled as Charlotte entered, “and don’t you look exquisite?”

  “Thank you, sir,” she said demurely.

  The room was dim, though two lamps were burning on either side of the bed, casting a soft amber glow. Seeing him dressed in a dark green smoking jacket, Charlotte thought her husband looked as handsome as she’d ever seen him.

  “Come here, I must kiss you,” he said, opening his arms.

  Moving into him, she closed her eyes as his fingers wrapped around her lustrous hair, and she sank into the erotic excitement flooding her body as his lips pressed against hers. As his one hand grabbed her hair, the other clutched her bottom, sending fresh thrills through her sex, and as he broke their kiss, she let out a gasp.

  “Edward, again you are making me weak.”

  “And you are making my member hungry for your cunnie,” he growled. “Place your hand upon it, inside my jacket.”

  Slipping her hand inside the glossy fabric, she found his hard, engorged cock, and curled her fingers around it, eliciting a deep groan.

  “You see? I may make you weak, but you make me strong. It is how nature intended us.”

  “Yes, sir, I feel that way too.”

  “Come with me to the bed, take off your robe, then sit on my lap with your back to me,” he said, taking her hand.

  “My back to you, sir?”

  “Yes, with your back to me,” he repeated, leading her forward.

  As they moved through the darkened room and approached the bed, they were cloaked in the muted orange glow of the lamps. Releasing her hand, he settled on the edge of the mattress, and watched lustily as she slipped off her robe.

  “You are golden,” he breathed as he studied her, “and so amazingly beautiful. Turn around, that’s right, now step back, straddle my lap, then sit down on my thighs.”

  Though confused, she did as he said, but his next direction not only cleared up the puzzle, but made her pulse race and goosebumps pop on her skin.

  “Lean forward and place your hands on the floor, then swing your legs back on either side of me.”

  “Sir,” she croaked.

  “Quickly. You know you’re about to have your bottom spanked. This is not a time to question my instructions.”

  Clenching her teeth, she dropped forward, and as she pushed her legs behind her, his hands gripped her thighs and moved her into position.

  “There. What a delightful sight,” he said huskily. “Can you imagine what is before my eye?”

  “Yes, sir,” she quivered.

  “And now, my dearest, to begin, my hand will redden these lovely cheeks.”

  Chapter Eighteen

  Edward began by squeezing the plump flesh, then pulling her apart and squeezing again. Her moans had begun as pleasurable utterances, but as he exposed her secrets, they changed to subtle squeals of protest. Though he had dimmed the room specifically for her comfort, it hadn’t alleviated her fears as much as he had hoped, and she was clearly mortified by his eye viewing the most private of all her parts. He wondered if she was aware that the light from the lamps was affording him an excellent view of her charms.

  “Relax, Charlotte, and breathe. It will be much easier for you if you do.”

  “It’s not so easy to relax in this position,” she murmured.

  “No, probably not, you cheeky girl,” he retorted with a quick slap.

  His pink handprint bloomed to life, and it urged him on to continue smacking the one single cheek, bringing her skin to bloom into a full pink blush. As much as Charlotte wanted to squirm, the position allowed her very little movement, but as he peppered her bottom with his spicy swats, the humiliation she was feeling from her lewd exposure began to abate.

  “One cheek nicely warm,” Edward declared. “Does it feel warm to you, Charlotte?”

  “Yes, sir, very,” she managed.

  “Another solid peek and then I shall continue,” he proclaimed, and again spread her cheeks.

  She didn’t squeal or moan, but sighed heavily, attempting to release her apprehension and surrender to his wishes. She was immediately rewarded by a soft rubbing of her stinging cheek.

  “Good girl,” he crooned, “you’re beginning to give yourself over to me. Take another breath just like that one.”

  Closing her eyes, finding solace in his comforting caress, she inhaled deeply, and slowly released the air from her lungs.

  “There, excellent. I must spank the other cheek now, but I am very pleased with you.”

  He dispatched his palm, moving it across her globe with a quick, sharp rhythm, delighting in her gasps and the reddening of her skin. When it matched its twin he stopped, then reaching under the pillow, he withdrew the vegetable oil and small dildo.

  “Time to make you nice and slippery,” he announced, and holding one cheek to the side, he sprinkled the oil into her crack. “How are you feeling, Charlotte?”

  “S-sort of all right,” she stammered, and though there was a slight quiver to her voice, he could sense her surrender was growing.

  “Now the intruder,” he warned, touching the tip of the phallus to the tight lubed entrance. “I’m going to press, and I expect it to be invited in.”

  As he pushed, Charlotte took another deep breath, then exhaled, consciously calming herself. He was pushing and withdrawing with a cautious determination, and in short order she was impaled. She still found it strange, but no longer frightening, and she felt herself beginning to relax.

  “There,” he said with a triumphant tone. “It will stay there as I punish you.”

  “Punish me?” she bleated, startled by his statement. “I don’t understand.”

  “As we discussed, you must be corrected for disobeying me yesterday. You put yourself in danger. Do I really need to scold you again?”

  “No, sir, I just thought, I mean, you did just spank me.”

  “Do you feel punished?”

  “Uh, no, not really,” she sighed.

  “Good girl for being honest,” he said warmly, caressing her hot cheeks.

  “I suppose I thought punishment would be separate from, uh, this.”

  “Ah, but tonight is the first night of our life in his house, and we must start things off on the right foot, but it doesn’t exclude the other things I intend to enjoy with you. There will be many nights that will include both correction and pleasure. I spanked you just now to prepare your bottom for my leather punishment paddle,” he explained, pulling the implement from the hiding place it had shared with the lube and phallus.

  “Paddle, sir?”

  “Indeed. Paddling
is appropriate. When I spanked you with the stick in the supply room, I made it clear you were not to chase after that man, and I warned you that if you did, it would be more than my stick smacking your bottom. Do you remember?”

  “Yes, sir, I definitely remember,” she whimpered. “I just wanted to rescue my rings.”

  “We’ve been over this, Charlotte.”

  “I know, and I won’t do it again. I won’t!”

  “I believe this paddle will see to it once and for all,” he said sternly.

  He had been resting the round, hard leather against the center of her cheeks, and raising it in the air, he delivered a hot blow, immediately moving the paddle to the right for a second swat, back to the center for a third, and then to the left for a fourth.

  “Owww, sir, owww, I’m so, owww, sorry!” she wailed.

  Ignoring her howls, he continued the pattern, dispatching the leather across her bottom from left to right and back again, landing a blow in the center each time.

  “I am your protector, Charlotte, and it is my duty to make sure you curb that willful, reckless side of your nature. You are forbidden to take such a risk again. Do you understand the word ‘forbidden,’ Charlotte?” he asked with a stinging smack.

  “Ooww, ooww, yes, sir, I do, I do.”

  “Did your aunt or uncle ever forbid you to do something?” he inquired, pausing the paddle.

  “Yes, sir, many times.”

  “Did you do it anyway?”

  “Ooh, yes, sir.”

  “Were you punished?”

  “Uh, not like this, sir, not really. I was locked in my room,” she quaked.

  “You will respect the word ‘forbid,’ Charlotte, or you will pay dearly. Understood?”

  “Yes, sir, I do understand, honestly, I do.”

  “If you are reckless again, you will force me to use the rod.”

  “Oh, sir, I won’t be.”

  “To repeat, you are forbidden,” he exclaimed, landing a flurry of stinging smacks, “to put yourself at risk in any way. If you ever have any doubt about it, ask me.”

  To underscore the words ‘ask me,’ he finished with two hot smacks on her sensitive sit spot, then throwing the paddle aside, he took hold of the flange of the dildo peeping up at him between her cheeks, and began to slowly thrust it in and out.

  “Do we have a clear understanding?”

  “Yes, sir,” she groaned.

  “Do you feel sufficiently punished? Is your bottom hot and stinging?”

  “Most definitely, sir.”

  “Good girl. Isn’t there something you wish to say?”

  “Uh, um, oh, thank you, sir, for loving me so much that you corrected me,” she whimpered.

  “That’s my girl,” he said tenderly, pausing the dildo. “Now, my dearest, you will learn what it means to truly belong to me.”

  Withdrawing the dildo, he placed it on the nightstand, and again reached under the pillow.

  “The next intruder is larger, but you are quite open now, and I believe in a better state of mind to accept it.”

  “I am, sir, and I will.”

  Pouring additional oil into her crack, he pushed the larger phallus forward, and to his joy he encountered no resistance.

  “There, very good girl,” he crooned, and smoothing one hand over her stinging moons, he worked the larger dildo into her dusky hole, sliding it in and out, first slowly and gently, then faster and deeper, preparing her for his bursting manhood.

  As he continued, and he felt her sinking into the decadent play, he slipped the fingers of his free hand against her clit, fervently massaging, using her moans and gasps as a guide, bringing her closer and closer to the brink, and when he felt nearing her orgasm, he extracted the dildo completely, placing it next to the smaller one on the nightstand.

  “Slide slowly onto the floor and rest on your hands and knees,” he directed. “I’ll help you, I won’t let you fall.”

  Groaning, relieved to be shifting from the uncomfortable position, she shuffled her hands forward as he gripped her waist, and as she settled on her knees, she looked over her shoulder to see him drop behind her and pull off his robe. His member was standing at full attention, and he locked her eyes as he spread her cheeks and slid his cock along her crack, smearing himself in the vegetable oil.

  “Show me that you want me,” he growled.

  “Yes, sir,” she bleated, and spreading her knees, she arched her back, lowered herself onto her elbows, and offered herself up.

  The act of submission sent an electric charge through his loins. He had won her surrender. Gripping her cheeks, he carefully entered her mystical hole, and as she moved with him, pushing back, silently asking him for more, his joy was so complete he was sure he would explode in seconds. She was tight and hot, and each time she bucked back, it was as if she was begging for his release.

  “Put your fingers against yourself and rub,” he said, his voice coated in a thick rasp. “Let your orgasm happen as it wants. Don’t hold back, don’t hold back for one moment.”

  Charlotte’s cheeks were still on fire from his stinging paddle, his cock was filling her, but she could feel a huge eruption bubbling up inside her. Her body and mind had been taken over, and she was in some kind of inexplicable paradise filled with a dozen dazzling sensations. His urgent member was pummeling between her scalded cheeks, her busy fingers were palpating her magic button as if they were no longer attached to her hand, and as she felt the lava rise up her body she held her breath and threw back her head.

  With tremendous will, Edward had been holding back. Her dark hole was sublime. He could have released a minute after entering, and as he witnessed her body grow tight, and heard her suck in the air, he knew her moment was imminent.

  “Release for me now,” he commanded, landing his hand with hot, rapid swats, pushing her over the edge.

  Her body shuddered as her howl echoed through the bedchamber, and as the powerful spasms rocked her body, her bottom clutched his cock, drawing out his hot seed. She could hear his deep groans through the maze of sensations and sounds, and then suddenly, she was free, floating in an azure sky, the billowing clouds soft pillows upon which to rest. Below she saw golden peaks with soft, inviting snow, and in the distance, Edward was calling her.

  “Come down, my dearest, very slowly, come back to me, that’s right, you’re almost here, come on down and lie with me.”

  The azure sky was melting into a soft grey as the shimmering sun set behind the hills. The puffy cotton clouds were disappearing, and abruptly it was dark. She could feel her eyes, and they were heavy, deeply heavy, heavier than they had ever been, but with a great effort she managed to blink them open.

  “Edward?” she whispered.

  “My love,” he smiled.

  He was gazing down at her, and she realized she was no longer on the floor, but in his bed, and she was wrapped up in his arms.

  “What happened?” she murmured, barely able to find her voice.

  “You had a wonderful experience, did you not?”

  “I, uh, I was floating in this magical paradise. I’ve never felt such peace. I think I must have visited heaven.”

  “It is a special thing that happens sometimes,” he said softly. “I’ll explain it more later. Now you must rest. Close your eyes and go to sleep.”

  “They do feel heavy, and I do feel exceptionally tired,” she sighed, and before any further thought could flit through her brain, she was overcome by the sandman’s dust.

  Holding her in his arms, Edward was almost near tears. For many years he had searched for a woman who could match his passion, who would ache for the dark side of the erotic pleasures as he did, and most important, who would stir his heart into a deep and abiding love. In Charlotte, he had found his bride, and though he had great wealth and much power, he had never felt as fulfilled, or as satisfied, or as acutely happy.

  “I don’t know what I did to deserve such joy,” he muttered as sleep descended, “but I promise you, Cha
rlotte, you will be loved, and cherished, and protected, for as long as I draw breath.”

  It was in the early hours of the morning that a whistling wind disturbed his sleep. Autumn was creeping forward, and soon the fires would be burning, and the heavy woolen blankets would be retrieved from storage, aired out, and placed on the beds. Edward enjoyed all the seasons, and smiled as he thought of sharing chilly nights in front of flaming logs with his precious wife, but before autumn took hold, there was a problem that needed to be resolved.

  I must take care of this unexpected feud with Miranda. It cannot be left to fester. I shall invite Charlotte’s cousin and some others to spend the weekend, and ask Miranda to join us. She won’t be able to resist, and I will find a calm way to settle things between us.

  Edward understood Miranda. He knew what drove her. Though she had been raised in grand style and with great privilege, she was not an aristocrat, and she was desperate to marry a titled gentleman. When calling upon her, Edward had sensed that her need to be addressed as lady consumed her every waking moment.

  She possessed the social graces and refined manners from her years at a finishing school, and her cascading locks of curly strawberry hair and luminous blue eyes gave her the beauty of an angel, but Edward had quickly sensed a dark, obsessive envy. Hearing about his marriage would have enraged her, but seeing him at the Criterion with Charlotte, a lovely young woman who was a lady in her own right, Edward was sure it must have made Miranda’s blood boil.

  I will find a way to bring peace between us, and I do wonder, if you found a man who touched your heart, would it not melt the determined ice that runs through your veins?

  A sudden blast of wind rattled the shutters outside the windows, and stirring from her sleep, Charlotte shifted her body against him, half-opening her eyes.

  “Edward, what was that noise?”

  “Just the wind, my darling. I think it is the first suggestion of autumn.”

  “Sleeping with you is the most marvelous thing in the whole world,” she murmured.

  “I completely agree,” he sighed.

  “I understand what you meant,” she said softly, lifting her arm and running her hand down the side of his face.