His recalcitrant wife shrieked her outrage as he peppered her sit spots with sharp, short swats, much faster than the initial strikes he'd landed on her curvy posterior. Obviously, she'd never had a focused spanking on this area, and he was seeing the effects now as her legs kicked and her squirming to escape began in earnest. Her soft, creamy skin turned bright pink very quickly under his hand, while the delicate shell of her pussy continued to leak cream. She might be protesting, but her body was responding in a way that made it even harder for him not to turn her onto her back and plunge into her softness.
"Stop it! Let me go!"
Felix paused, pressing his hand against the wet heat between her legs and making her gasp. Her body went rigid as he massaged his palm against her swollen, sensitive lips, the tips of his fingers seeking out her little pleasure bud.
"Are you ready to answer my questions?" he asked softly, massaging her clit in a slow circle with his fingers. Gabrielle whimpered, her hips bucking slightly. He could feel the warmth of her skin where he'd been spanking her and knew that she was probably confused by the sudden combination of pain mixed with pleasure. It was a sensual assault that she couldn't possibly have any experience with.
"I-" Her voice cut off as if she was trying to decide whether or not to tell him.
Pinching her clit, he let her shriek before he began spanking her again.
SMACK!
SMACK!
SMACK!
SMACK!
She cried out, kicking and thrashing, as he kept his aim focused on her sit spots, which were already burning. When he aimed a swat directly on her pussy, she howled, her hips bucking, but he saw how her arousal only increased. Her skin had turned a dark pink now, with her creamy cheeks above and ivory thighs below. Between her pussy lips, her little clitty was hard and swollen, easily visible, as if begging to be smacked again. With every swat, her flesh rippled and bounced, and his cock jerked in response.
"Please!"
He paused again. "Please what, Gabrielle?"
"Please stop, it hurts." She twisted, turning her tear-stained face to him, her eyes red-rimmed and cheeks wet, she looked quite pitiful. Felix hardened his heart.
"I've told you, sweetheart, this ends when you answer my questions."
Stubbornly, her lips pressed together in a thin line before she turned her face away, looking back at the floor. Felix almost sighed. As much as he was enjoying spanking her, he wanted her to talk to him as well.
SMACK!
SMACK!
SMACK!
For every two that he landed on a sit spot, he slapped another swat against her pussy, nearly as hard. Gabrielle choked back a scream when he did so, but the burning swats didn't stop her arousal from growing. His hand came away from her pussy wet after every slap, and her movements had changed so she was practically rubbing herself against his thigh. Did she realize what she was doing?
Felix hefted her weight, pushing her back slightly so that she couldn't find purchase with her mound on his leg. The combination of a painful spanking and the building need for an orgasm would be more torturous than either would be singularly. Moaning, she kicked again, but her struggles were becoming more half-hearted.
SMACK!
SMACK!
SPLAT!
She screamed as his hand impacted against her pussy, jerking and lifting her hips up to meet the blow. Felix paused, pressing his fingers against her again, enjoying the way her honey drenched his hand as he did nothing more than rest it against her opening.
"Are you ready to talk to me Gabrielle?"
The tension drained out of her body and she slumped over his lap, the fight spanked out of her, submission practically emanating from her. He'd always known she wouldn't be the type to just give in; it would take a strong man to earn her trust and respect. The spanking proved to her that he couldn't be manipulated, that he would insist on being the head of their household, and what would happen if she were to defy him.
Of course, he knew this wouldn't be the last time she would require a spanking. After all, he hadn't broken her spirit and he didn't want to. He liked her fiery and argumentative, but only one of them could lead in their relationship and it was going to be him.
"Gabrielle?" he asked again, his voice low and soothing as he gently stroked her pussy, enough to keep her aroused and distract her from the roasting he'd just given her, but not enough to bring her to climax. "Tell me what you know of the marital act."
"Do you promise not to punish me more?"
He only hesitated a moment. Whatever it was, it must be bad, but he would keep his word. It was a risk, however he knew this would be an integral moment in earning her trust. "No more punishment, as long as you tell me the truth."
Chapter 6
Whimpering, Gabrielle tried to push herself up, wanting a moment to compose herself, but her husband kept her held securely in place over his leg. Her skin where he'd spanked her felt like it was on fire. The spankings the Marquess had given her had been spread out over her entire bottom, not concentrated on two single spots... well three, if she counted the slaps that Felix had begun giving to her womanhood.
The entire situation had her completely off-kilter. Not only was she naked and over her husband's lap, with his erect rod pressing into her and indicating how aroused he was by spanking her, but she was aroused too! The combination of her roasted rump and his intimate massages had her mind whirling at the complicated mix of sensations. She could barely tell if she was on fire or about to tip into ecstasy. This was entirely different from the spankings she'd received from the Marquess, not just in terms of how painful it was, but also in how helpless she felt.
She'd been so close, pressing herself against Felix's leg, but then he'd moved away and no matter how she'd moved, she hadn't been able to reconnect that delicious pressure. It felt like she was burning inside and out, and she just wanted the spanking to stop. Even without the paddle, she could tell that she was going to have trouble sitting tomorrow. The spots where Felix had focused his blows were much more tender than she'd realized, and sensitive enough to have her regretting laughing and taunting him over a spanking.
His hand rubbed over her sore bottom, making her whimper again. There was something soothing about the caress, even as it sparked little stinging pricks of pain against her sensitive skin.
"Tell me, sweetheart."
"I... I..." She closed her eyes, squeezing them shut, as if she could hide her shame that way. Her voice dropped to a hoarse whisper. "I saw the Marquess and Cordelia."
Felix's hand stopped, frozen on her sore bottom. "You what?"
She couldn't tell if he was shocked or horrified or both or something else entirely. The words spilled out of her, much more easily now, as she tried to explain herself. Even though he'd promised not to punish her, she didn't want him rethinking that decision.
"They came into the library; they didn't know I was there and - I didn't know what they were going to do! But then they started doing, well, that, and I... I watched." Her voice dropped again in embarrassment, and she kept her eyes closed. Not that she could see anything but the floor in her current position, but for some nonsensical reason, it truly did help her feel less humiliated. "I saw everything they did."
Her body, which had been slumped and loose, tensed again as she waited for his reaction. Waiting for the spanking and the pain to start again. Whatever arousal she'd been feeling had died during her confession, in anticipation of his reaction.
To her shock, her husband pulled her up and swiftly arranged her on his lap, her burning bottom pressing against his thighs and manhood, her head against his chest, and his arms around her. Gabrielle clung to him. She had never been able to explain just why she'd responded to being cuddled and praised by Cordelia and the Marquess after a spanking, just that she had. Now, the relief she felt as Felix held her close - and not just because it was obvious that no more punishment was forthcoming - had tears sliding down her cheeks again.
"Good girl,"
he murmured into her hair, his hands gently massaging her shoulder and hip. More tears slid down her cheeks as she tried to sniff them back, her entire being warming to his caresses and comfort.
Gabrielle nuzzled against him, not even questioning why she should desire this closeness to the man who had just set her bottom afire. She actually felt calmer than she had in days, as if her tears and cries had wrung out all the anxiety from her body and left her empty; a blank emotional state that was ready for whatever came next.
Closing her eyes, she leaned into Felix as he pressed his lips against her hair, then her forehead. His arm behind her shoulders adjusted, reclining her body and she allowed her head to tip back as his lips moved across her cheeks, kissing away the tears that lingered there. She kept her eyes closed, lashes fluttering slightly as his kisses moved over her face. The burning of her bottom made her wince as she shifted on his lap, but didn't stop the slow heat that was swirling in her core.
Finally his lips found his way to hers, a gentle kiss that quickly deepened as she opened her mouth beneath his, hands sliding around his neck, as she opened for him. He'd kept his promise. There would be no more punishment, no more spanking, despite what she'd admitted. He was true to his word, and something sparked inside of her, feeding the hope that this was the right course of action. There was something between them now that hadn't been there before, a promise kept, and her emotions flared wildly, her body opening and submitting to him in a way she hadn't been able to before.
Gabrielle felt almost desperate to have him touch her, to finish what they'd started - if he changed his mind now, she'd wait until he was asleep and then she'd find something to beat him with, she swore she would. She was his wife and she was determined that he would treat her as such. It was the only way she could think of to change his feelings about her and about her stepmother. To give him what Cordelia never would or could.
He was going to be hers.
She kissed him more fiercely, writhing in his arms, no longer caring about the pain in her bottom. It was already hurting less and less as the need within her welled. When his hand slid from her hip to her bottom, squeezing the tender flesh, she moaned into his mouth as sparks tingled through her body. Her fingers dug into his shoulders as she shifted on his lap, turning to face him more fully.
The stinging of her bottom no longer felt painful; his hands on the tender flesh ignited her senses, and she gasped as he lifted her so that she was straddling his thighs and she could feel his manhood pressing against her through his breeches. Rubbing her breasts against his hard chest, she rocked slightly, shuddering at the pleasure that shot through her as her swollen nether lips parted and her womanhood spasmed with aching need.
Felix groaned as she rocked on top of him, his hands tightening on her soft cheeks, his body jerking slightly beneath hers, and a sense of feminine power welled in her breast. Fiercely, Gabrielle kissed him harder, rubbing herself against him, frantic with need and at the same time, cataloging his every reaction. She would learn everything that he liked, that he desired, and she would give it to him, and then, perhaps, he would love her. Perhaps she could earn from him what she'd never been able to secure from anyone else. That she would finally be able to supplant Cordelia in someone's affections would only be the icing on the cake...
It was easier to think in terms of finally beating Cordelia than it was to admit that she wanted Felix to love her because she was quite sure that she was already falling in love with him.
******
The eager passion of his wife had completely undone Felix. This was not at all how he'd expected tonight to conclude, but he was astute enough to realize that insisting on waiting to consummate their marriage would do more damage to his relationship with Gabrielle than giving in to her demand. He would not have her feeling rejected by him, especially not in the bedroom, and it would hard to couch waiting to become intimate in any other terms, even though rejection would not be his intent.
She was leaving him no choice...
The worry that she was so insistent because she knew it was her duty still nagged at the back of his mind. Especially now that he knew where she'd gained her knowledge of the marital act. After his mother had pointed out that Gabrielle must feel more of a sisterly rivalry with Cordelia than a mother-daughter relationship, he couldn't help but cringe at the idea that perhaps Gabrielle was only intent on sleeping with him in order to be on equal footing as a wife.
The intensity of her passion helped to assuage a good portion of that concern, however. Her small gasps, her slick arousal that was seeping through his breeches, her hard nipples rubbing against his chest, and her desperate kisses made it clear her arousal was completely unfeigned. Despite the spanking - or perhaps because of it? Jealousy roused at the thought that perhaps she'd enjoyed being spanked by Philip too... but he quickly pushed that away.
There was no way Philip had spanked her in the same way that Felix just had, or even in a manner that would be anywhere near as intimate. Still, it was obvious she was at least a little masochistic, and - in some ways - very submissive despite her fairly aggressive behavior now.
Twisting, Felix maneuvered her onto her back, her legs splayed to reveal the pink shell of her sex, glossy and wet petals that were swollen with arousal, open and ready for him to breach her. The dark hair on her mound and outer lips framed her pink, inner flesh perfectly and he slid his hands up her legs, wanting - needing - to touch her. His lips curled into a smile as she gasped and arched, her hands clutching at the bed sheets, her creamy breasts jiggling in response.
Perhaps duty did motivate her, but passion did as well and he could use that. Eventually, it would not be duty that brought her to his bed, but the promise of pleasure, the need for his hands, his mouth and his cock. If she wanted their wedding night tonight, then he would give her one that she would never forget. Then he would make sure she was far too busy, far too satisfied, to ever seek such pleasures with any other man.
Pressing her thighs further apart, Felix lowered his mouth to her pouting lips.
"Felix!" Her cry was a half-strangled shout of shock as the tart-sweet taste of her honey exploded on his tongue, and a small burst of triumph flowed through him. Apparently Gabrielle's knowledge of bedroom activities was not entirely complete.
Her thighs tried to close around his head and he nearly growled. Sliding his arms beneath her legs, he used his shoulders to spread her wider, as his arms wrapped around her thighs and pulled them open, baring her pussy to him completely. The slick lips parted beneath his tongue as he licked the center of her body, ending with the swollen nub of her clit at the apex.
"Oh!" Gabrielle's fingers tangled in his hair, her head falling back from where she'd lifted it to see what he was doing. While he had enjoyed seeing her wide, green eyes staring at him, he enjoyed seeing her writhe with pleasure even more. The cherry tipped mounds of her breasts moved with her body as he feasted and she squirmed against his mouth, gasping at the intensity of his oral assault. "Please... oh... I can't... I didn't know..."
Pressing her back further, Felix moved his mouth down to lick at the hot cheeks of her bottom, tonguing the spots he'd spanked so deliberately and harshly, as he used the position to run little circles around her clit with his fingers. Her pink flesh was hot against his face, and Gabrielle's moans became more ardent as he nuzzled her chastised bottom while simultaneously pleasuring her.
His cock felt like it was going to explode as he realized how completely she'd given herself over to his ministrations. There were no protests, no pleas, just her impassioned moans and cries, her glorious writhing, and her acceptance of his touch, no matter what he wanted to do to her. So Felix did something he'd always wanted to do, and pressed his tongue against the crinkled star of her bottom hole, pinching her clit at the same time.
Gabrielle screamed as her climax hit her. Her tiny hole clenched against his tongue, which tasted of her honey as her juices were dripping down her body. Felix thought he might actually pass out
from his own need for release as he performed this forbidden act. No matter how adventurous, none of his other lovers had permitted him to attempt this on them.
But then, he hadn't asked Gabrielle either, he'd merely taken... and she'd climaxed.
He laved the tiny hole, his fingers still moving on her clit, pinching and rubbing the little bud as she thrashed against his strong hold, sobbing as the intense pleasure was drawn out.
The cessation of her orgasm left her limp, satiated. Felix rose above her, letting her legs drop to the bed. She blinked at him slowly, through heavy-lidded eyes as he knelt between her listless thighs. Her pussy was swollen, gleaming from his attentions. Wetness coated her cheeks from the tears she'd shed at the unaccustomed rapture and her expression was one of dazed surprise, as well as satisfaction.
Using one hand to undo his breeches, Felix pressed the fingers of his other hand to her wet sheath, stretching her virgin channel.
"Oh..." Gabrielle practically mouthed the word, her eyelashes fluttering as his fingers probed the warm channel. It flexed and clenched around him, like hot silk, making him groan as his cock throbbed in response. He wanted to be inside of her, to feel her muscles spasming around him, massaging him, milking him.
Pumping his fingers, he fisted his cock tightly, so hard that it hurt, and beat back his urges. He needed patience. He needed to go slowly. Even with just his fingers her pussy was tight, despite the orgasm she'd just had, and he was not a small man in any sense of the word.
Sliding his fingers out of her, he pressed the blunt head of his cock at the virgin entrance of her body, her slick heat coating his most sensitive skin. Braced on his forearms, poised above her, he looked down into her bright green eyes, which were feverish with arousal.
"Are you sure, sweetheart?"
She didn't answer verbally, instead she pressed her hands against his chest and slid them up, winding her arms around his neck as she drew him down for a kiss. Her lips parted on a cry as his body lowered and his cock began to slide inside of her. Gabrielle wriggled beneath him as he entered her, his blunt rod parting her slick flesh, stretching her wide and filling her. The tiny scrap of virginity guarding her entrance was no match for the thick length of his cock as it pressed deeper, and he swallowed her short cry of pain.
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