by Livia Grant
He bent and brushed his lips lightly across her own and then led her to the bed. “Place your hands on the mattress and push your bottom up.”
Emelie obeyed and briefly closed her eyes as the sound of him removing his belt filled the room. The difference in this man and Albert was immediately apparent as she felt him place his hand in the small of her back, offering her a connection that assured she understood that he was there… not only as her disciplinarian, but as a man who cared deeply for her.
“Five, Em. Count these and let them teach you that lying is something that will always have you offering your bottom for punishment. Are you ready?”
“Yes… yes, sir, I am.” And she truly was. Yes, each stroke that lit into her already tender ass burned and yet with each uttered count, she felt the guilt slipping away. In its place was the realization that she was not only exactly where she belonged, she was with the one man on God’s earth that made her complete in all ways. When the last stroke landed, drawing a sharp yelp from her, Charlie instantly pulled her up and into his arms.
“Thank you,” she whispered, not the least bit concerned about the tears streaming down her cheeks.
“No, Em, thank you for trusting me.” This time, his kiss lingered long enough to steal her breath, causing her insides to burn as hotly as her whipped posterior.
She wanted nothing more than for him to continue to hug her, to kiss her but instead he led her by her elbow to the far corner of the room, pressing her naked body tight into the space until the tips of her breasts connected with the wall. She felt like she might lose her balance when he gently brought her two arms behind her back, positioning her how he wanted her with her arms bent, each hand holding the opposite elbow.
He leaned close to talk softly in her ear. “Such a good girl. I want you to spend your corner time thinking about why you’re being punished and thinking of ways to avoid it happening again in the future. No more lying, understood?”
“Yes, sir.” Her voice sounded different to her ears.
“That’s it, Em.” The brief brush of his hand across her raw caboose ignited fresh waves of pain and desire.
Corner time was torture. The punishment may have been centered on her bottom, but every inch of her body crawled with awareness as she stood in that corner. She was fully cognizant that he was behind her, enjoying watching her naked body, a revelation that brought a cocktail of humiliation and excitement. Instead of contemplating her transgressions of the past, she instead found her mind wandering to the hopeful sins coming in her future.
God help her, but she was on fire. She wanted Charlie to take her as a man takes a woman, consume her—brand her with his seed. She could think of nothing else as she spent her time staring at the soothing, yellow wall.
The wrestling of something could be heard behind her, but she dared not look until Charlie called out to her, “Corner time is over, my love. You may turn around now, Em.”
The sight that met her when she did stole her breath away. A very naked, very virile Charlie stood next to the bed, his hard cock jutting out towards her.
Their eyes locked in a heated gaze as he took slow steps across the room to her. When he was close enough to reach out and touch her, he held out his hand as an invitation.
“Would you allow me the honor of being your first lover?”
It was the invitation she’d been hoping for, yet now that the moment was upon her, she stood frozen. She looked at the outstretched hand, his long fingers that could play piano like no one else she’d ever heard. The same long fingers she knew could bring her so much pleasure and yes, as he’d proven that evening, pain as well.
She watched the joy warm his chocolate brown eyes when she reached out to take his hand. His smile lit up his handsome face, bringing new flutters of excitement as he pulled her into his arms, bare flesh tangling together in the most delicious of ways.
Chapter Eleven
Perfection.
It was the only word he could think of as he stared into the gorgeous eyes of the woman who’d turned his life upside down in a matter of days.
As he pulled Emelie into his arms, Charlie reveled in the contrast of her strength and fragility. She smelled like a slice of heaven. The feel of her soft body pressed against him ratcheted up his heart rate making him short of breath as if he’d run a mile.
It took all his strength to keep from rushing back to the bed, throwing her to her back and plunging his aching cock into her. He wanted her like he’d wanted nothing else in all his twenty-five years.
Restraint.
The last thing he wanted was to frighten her. She was a virgin, after all. He’d briefly considered waiting to claim her until they’d each had more time to come down from the evening’s stress, but he’d come too close to losing her that night. He didn’t have the self-control to keep from claiming her maidenhead for himself.
The feel of her petite hands tentatively stroking up and down his back warmed him. He was relieved she wasn’t angry or worse, afraid of him after her punishment. Reciprocating, he let his hands wander over her body, slightly ashamed when her groan of pain as he squeezed her recently spanked buttocks made him want to pound on his chest.
Their lips found each other like magnets, hands groping and feet shuffling towards the bed—the bed where she’d almost allowed herself to be taken by a stranger—the bed where she’d received her punishment—the same bed she was about to lose her innocence on.
He angled her so the back of her legs hit right where he’d been seated for her spanking. He released her, letting her fall back to the soft bed, her legs hanging over the side of the bed.
“Owie!” Her eyes widened as she landed on her walloped butt.
“Seems you’ll have a bit of a reminder not to lie for a few hours.”
“Or days. Maybe weeks.”
Charlie chuckled. “I think you might be exaggerating a tad bit. It was just a good blistering that will fade in a few hours. Hopefully, the lesson will last a bit longer.”
He leaned over her body, hands laid next to her head, trapping her to the bed. Their lips found each other again, this time in a leisurely kiss that felt more like love than lust.
“God, Emelie. I want you. So bad. But… well… I know it’s your first time. I want it to be special, so I need to ask. Do you want this too? I won’t force myself on you if you want to wait.”
Her arms flew around his neck, pulling him back into a kiss that grew more feverish as seconds ticked past. When they separated, he saw the lust in her gaze. His Em was ready.
Charlie dropped to his knees next to the bed, spreading her legs open, helping to lift her feet and placing them on his shoulders. She’d trimmed the blonde thatch of curls above her sex. Even in the dim lighting, the wetness glistened as he spread her lower lips open, exposing her completely.
He leaned in, letting his tongue taste her for the first time, starting low near the opening he would be piercing soon, licking slow circles upward until he reached the swollen nubbin protruding out from the hood of skin meant to hide it.
The second his tongue grazed her clit, Emelie’s hips bucked off the bed as she filled the room with a squeal. Charlie pressed in harder, sucking her into his mouth with more force, latching on and going for a ride as she gyrated her hips up and down, lost in passion.
His fingers dug into the flesh of her hips, holding her tight against his mouth as his tongue swirled and lapped at her pearl. He could hear her desperation as she chased something she didn’t truly understand as an innocent. He decided to help her catch what was eluding her by releasing her hip and moving his right fingers to her untested entrance. Within seconds of thrusting two fingers into her sopping wet cunny, the woman beneath him cried out his name. “Charlie!”
It was the best sound in the world and it pushed him into action. While she recovered from her orgasm, he pushed to his feet, lifting Emelie and positioning her head on the pillows at the head of the bed. He crawled into bed above her, laying his lon
g body over hers.
The skin on skin contact was intoxicating and the weight of his body crushing his own hard erection between their bodies had him losing control. He reached down to position the head of his cock at her entrance, holding there, taking the time to stare into her wide eyes, trying to make the moment last.
This time, his name was a plea, “Charlie… please.”
His hips moved forward, pressing the head of his manhood into her ripe opening. She was tight, making his forward progress slow. He wanted this to be a special experience for Emelie and didn’t want to risk hurting her, yet he could see impatience in her gaze when his gentle rocking failed to accomplish forward progress toward the goal of shared ecstasy.
Inch by inch, he filled her deeper with each thrust, afraid he was in danger of spending inside her before he’d initiated her. When she started humping her hips and bottom off the bed to meet his shallow thrusts, he could see the lust for him in her eyes.
He didn’t warn her. Deciding the time was right, he surged forward, seating himself as deep inside her petite sheath as their bodies allowed, crashing through the thin piece of flesh that she’d been guarding with care. He hated the brief panic that filled her silver-blue eyes as she felt pain.
“Shh, darlin. That was the worst of it. It will only be pleasure from now on.” He pulled out of her slick warmth and pressed forward again, hitting deeper, replacing panic with joy.
Charlie sat back, kneeling on the bed, grasping Emelie’s hips and lifting her lower body off the bed to angle up to meet his thrusts. He set a fast pace, truly fucking her as he slapped their bodies together, chasing pleasure for them both. He knew she was too inexperienced to understand the effect it had on him when she chose to raise her hands above her head, stretching her body out before him in beautiful submission, allowing him to master her body as he plunged in and out of her quim again and again.
God how he wanted their first time to last forever, but he could feel his balls constricting, preparing to deposit his seed into the core of the woman he had fallen in love with.
“Are you ready, Em?” he gasped.
“For what? There’s more?” Her doe-like eyes widened.
He smiled at her innocence, yet the heat bubbling in her adorable face as she trembled before him was anything but innocent.
“Yes, darlin. There’s more.” His thumb found her clit, pressing in circles as he ordered her. “Come for me, baby. Squeeze me now.”
The sight of her falling into a powerful orgasm pushed him over the edge. He squirted jets of hot cum deep into her body, marking her again as his own.
He fell over her body, his arms giving out from his exertion so that he blanketed her as they remained connected intimately. It was as they each recovered in each other’s arms that he knew with a certainty he wouldn’t be happy only being her first. First was fine, but he wouldn’t settle for anything less that being her one and only.
Rather than crush her, he rolled to his side, pulling her with him until they lay on their sides, limbs twined together as his penis softened inside her.
The orgasms had wrung the energy out of her. “You look sleepy, Em. Get some rest now, sweetheart.”
“But… don’t want you…” she was mumbling, already half asleep.
“Don’t worry. I’m not going anywhere. If I have it my way, you’ll never sleep another night of your life without me here to protect you.”
“Uh-ha.”
She was out like a light, allowing him the opportunity to admire her to his heart’s content. He adored the tiny patch of soft freckles across the bridge of her button nose. Her lips were slightly swollen from his hard kissing. The coal she’d been wearing around her eyes was smudged, and he could see the treks where her tears had fallen.
Perfection.
***
The morning sun peeking in the open window woke Charlie the next morning. He was hot, but he couldn’t care less. He’d suffer a bit of extra heat if it meant having his little angel snuggled up to him, her naked left arm and leg thrown over him while she used his chest for her pillow.
He couldn’t keep the grin off his face as Emelie sighed in her sleep. Memories of their passionate night together had his morning hard-on arriving with a vengeance. They’d awoken twice in the night to copulate like horny bunnies. The first time around one in the morning had been tender and sweet lovemaking. Their tryst at four in the morning had been a hard fucking, frantic and passionate. He couldn’t pick a favorite if he were forced at gunpoint. The truth of the matter was Emelie Svensson was perfect in every way.
The light knock on the door made Emelie stir. They hadn’t bothered to slide under the covers and Charlie suspected his little innocent would be embarrassed to be found naked in the arms of a man with a boner that pointed to the ceiling. He reached for the sheet that had been kicked to their feet as Emelie started to wake up.
The knock came again, louder. Once they were covered, he called out, “Come in.”
A full breakfast tray pushed through the crack in the door first, a timid Opal peeking in to see if they were awake and decent.
“I didn’t want to wake you up, but we wanted to bring some breakfast up so you wouldn’t need to come down.”
Emelie was fully awake now and he hated how she pulled the sheet up farther as she rolled away from him as if she were ashamed to be found in his bed. He didn’t know why her reaction bugged him, but it did.
“Hey, come back here, you.” He pulled her into his arms again, where she proceeded to bury her face in his chest, presenting her back to Opal.
Charlie could see the tears in Opal’s eyes and knew she’d volunteered to deliver breakfast out of her guilt. He gave her a supportive smile. She was a great friend. He didn’t want his relationship with Emelie to change that.
“Emelie, why don’t you say thanks to Opal for bringing us some food.”
“Thank you,” was her muffled response directed more at his armpit than anything.
Opal spoke softly, “Silver… I mean, Emelie… I hope you’ll accept my sincere apology for making you feel uncomfortable yesterday. None of us gems meant to do that. It’s just that we’ve all known Charlie for a long time and he’s our friend and we want him to be happy.”
When Emelie refused to answer, Opal went on. “And well, we can all see he is happy with you. We’ve never seen him like he has been since you arrived so, we hope you’ll put this all behind us because I sure don’t want to have Charlie leave us.”
Emelie had obviously been listening. “Why would he leave?”
“To follow you, silly. You say you want to leave and I know as sure as I’m standing here that if you leave Culpepper Cove, he will be following.”
Emelie looked up at Charlie. He saw doubt there, which infuriated him. After the night they’d shared, she should know he was bewitched by her.
“Anyway, I said my piece. Have a nice breakfast. Nettie made her amazing flapjacks and sausages.”
Opal left, quietly pulling the door closed behind her. Charlie flipped the sheet off them, exposing their bodies to the humid summer air. He sat, leaning his back against the headboard, pulling Emelie to sit in his lap.
He adored how she snuggled into his arms, her lips finding the crook where his neck and shoulder meet and nipping at it until he groaned.
His body was begging him to take her again, but his heart and mind demanded he do something else before he claimed her again.
“You are so beautiful.”
“I’m a mess. Look how jumbled my hair is and I’m sure my face is covered with coal from sleeping in the make-up.”
He kissed her nose. “You’re perfect. Truly. Please, Em, promise me you’ll stay here at the Red Petticoat with me. You can sing. I’ll play piano. And then we can make beautiful music together all night long in my bed.”
She hesitated and it scared him. “But… what if I miss my family and want to go back east next spring?”
He was ready for her objection. “Then I
’ll go with you and we’ll make beautiful music together there instead.”
“Why would you do that?” How could she not know the answer to her own question?
He placed his finger under her chin to make sure she wouldn’t look away. “Because that is what husbands do—follow their wives.”
“Husband?”
“If you’ll have me.”
“Yes… oh yes.”
Emelie lunged forward to latch onto his neck again, this time sucking hard enough to leave her mark, which suited him just fine.
Chapter Twelve
Two weeks later
“You’re the most beautiful bride I’ve ever seen.” Emelie watched her reflection in the mirror as Jewel placed the spray of wild flowers into her hair. Nettie knelt beside her, finishing fussing over the hem of her newly made gown that she would wear as she became Mrs. Charles Walker in less than one hour.
“Gee thanks. I think you two were there on the day Jeb and I got married.” The friends all chuckled good-naturedly at Red’s poking fun.
The last two weeks had been the best of Emelie’s life. She had to pinch herself at times to believe she was awake and not just living out a dream that she’d wake from.
If Charlie had had it his way, they’d have been married already. Once he proposed and she’d said yes, he’d been trying to convince her to tie the knot daily. Truthfully, it wasn’t as if she hadn’t wanted to marry him sooner. She had just wanted to make sure the constable wasn’t going to catch up with her and haul her off to jail for murder before dragging the man she loved into trouble with the law. Of course, she never shared her fear with him, praying she’d never need to.
Each day that passed, she breathed easier. She was coming to terms that Willard Wheeler had gotten what he deserved after living a life of crime.
Nettie stood and finished tying the bow that cinched Emelie’s thin waistline, highlighting her curvy figure in a way she knew would entice her soon-to-be-husband to do all kinds of naughty deeds to her after their wedding dinner. The bust of the gown was cut scandalously low if she’d been getting married in her father’s church in Wisconsin, but for Culpepper Creek, it felt properly conservative.