Her pussy was open to him. The swollen flesh glistened with juices from her arousal. He could smell it, taste it in the air. And it was all for him—there was little better than that knowledge.
His normally determined wife was jelly in his hands. She allowed him freedom and total control in bed, but would she grant him this wish? He was about to find out.
“Turn over.”
Her eyes snapped back to his.
“Turn over. Your hands are to remain on the headboard. Rise onto your knees and keep your legs spread.”
Again, she did as she was told, exposing her rounded, pale bottom to his view. Thomas moved towards the bottom of the bed, her perfect arse and moist pussy exposed to his hungry gaze.
“Close your eyes and do nothing but feel. You are not to move an inch without my instructions. Do you understand, wife?”
More moisture leaked from her sex, becoming snagged on the soft curls that guarded it. Thomas had to hold in a groan, at the knowledge she liked his dominance in the bedroom.
“Yes.”
“Good.” Thomas turned and walked towards the bath chamber, connecting both their rooms. He hurried through and opened the bedside table in his room, retrieving a small bottle. He would need it.
When he re-entered her room, Nellie had not moved. He smiled at her obedience, but in a way he had hoped she would not obey him. How he would have enjoyed punishing her.
He sank onto the bed behind her, placing his knees between her open legs. The musky smell of her arousal was so potent Thomas could not help but lower his head and taste her from behind. Nellie groaned and pushed back against him. He buried his nose in her damp pussy and he flicked her clitoris with his tongue.
He dropped the bottle and raised his hand. A loud crack penetrated the room as his palm came in contact with the soft flesh of her rear. She gasped and froze—then, to his satisfaction, more of her honey covered his tongue.
He licked his lips as he leant back to gaze at the red mark his palm had left on her rear. “I told you not to move.” Thomas ran his still stinging palm over the redness, tracing the mark with his fingers.
She moaned, her body shook under him and he felt her struggle to obey him against her need for him to inflict the action again. He, too, found pain was a heightener of arousal, and it only made him more determined to make his next move.
Thomas inched up behind her, his hands grasping her flared hips. He positioned his cock at the entrance of her pussy and she moaned, pushing back slightly against him. He raised his hand again and brought it down with another hard crack as it connected with her other cheek. She gasped, then shuddered and he could feel more moisture leak from her onto the head of his cock. Oh, yes, his wife liked it hard!
“Do not move.”
Nellie moaned and Thomas could feel her determination to follow his instructions. Yet as he slowly, inch by inch, pushed into the moist heaven of her cunt, her whole body shook with restraint. It tested his own. He was unable to hold in a groan at the way her internal walls gripped him as he pushed deeper. She was so wet for him, her discomfort or soreness would be minimal, but he would not fuck her here—he was simply preparing her.
“You are not to come, no matter how much you want to. I will tell you when you may. Do you understand?”
Her cunt clenched him, as if his words had brought her closer to completion. He tightened his grip on her hips, digging his fingers into her flesh. “Do you understand?” he ground out, working hard to control his own desires. His legs shook with the need to pound into her warmth.
“Yes.”
While her voice said one thing, her body seemed to say another. Her channel continued to milk him, but she was yet to explode, though she appeared already close. Holding back one’s spend always increased the pleasure, or so Thomas thought.
He reached for the bottle between his legs and removed the stopper, the whole time trying to think of things other than how wonderful her cunt felt surrounding him. Dipping a finger into the liquid, he then placed the oiled digit against the pucker of her arse. She jumped slightly at the unexpected contact and he dug the hand that still held her hip into her sharply, as a reminder not to move. A shudder raked her body.
Pushing slightly, he ran his finger around the entrance to her arse, moistening the area. Her slick cunt caressed his cock as he moved his finger inside her rear passage. She moaned and sweat broke out over her back. He pulled the digit out and grinned at her whimper. He poured more oil onto his fingers and added a second inside her, fanning them out in an effort to stretch her gently. She moaned and whimpered as he curled them inside her.
“If you want me to stop, just say so.”
Nellie said nothing. Her only reaction was for her cunt to dampen further with her moisture. He gritted his teeth together. She was going to kill him! But, oh, what a way to go.
Unable to wait any longer, he pulled his cock from her pussy. It glistened with her juices but still, he poured oil over the head of it. Nellie moaned at his withdrawal, but he ignored her—or tried to. His body quaked with a need to spend inside his wife. She was too much temptation for any man to bear. Once his cock was covered with oil, he placed a thumb on either side of her pucker and stretched the skin. She moaned and he felt a grin curve his lips. She would enjoy this.
He flexed his hips, sliding his cock along the crease of her slit, up to the pucker of her arse. She whimpered as it moved and he felt gooseflesh grow under his hands, across her skin. He nestled the head of his cock in the indent of her arse, but he didn’t thrust forward. He would make this good for her, because he would love to do it again.
Slowly he eased himself forward, but entering an arse was nothing like sliding into the slick warmth of a woman’s cunt. It was tight from the strong muscles guarding the entrance. That was what made it feel so good as it clamped down around him.
Nellie moaned and whispered his name. Thomas bit his lower lip in order to control himself as the head of his cock slipped past the barrier of her arse. Her muscles pushed back against him and even with only the head of his cock in her, he almost came. Shudders ran over her flesh and the soft sounds coming from her told him his wife was not in pain, simply enraptured with pleasure.
He continued to push forward, gripping her hips as he slowly slid inside her, supporting himself and ensuring she didn’t move. Within moments, her soft rear rested against his body as he settled fully within her arse. She still milked him from inside and he closed his eyes for a moment to regroup.
Leaning forward slightly, he reached for and found the flesh of her dangling breasts. He squeezed them gently before placing his fingers over her nipples. He rolled the buds between his fingers, and leant forward to caress her ear with his tongue.
“Do you like my cock in your pucker, wife?”
She moaned. “Yes.”
He bit down on her earlobe and smiled as she shuddered. Releasing her breasts, he slid his hands lower, to the thatch of her curls. When he slid a finger inside the moisture there, she trembled against him as he teased. But not only was he teasing her, he was teasing himself, as well.
He put his hands back to her hips, chuckling at her whimpered protest. Thomas slid his cock out of her, inch by inch. He left the head of his cock still inside and picked up the bottle of oil again, which had spilt into the sheets. He tipped it upside down and poured the remainder of its contents on his throbbing cock, coating it in another layer of oil. He would slide into her now, knowing her only discomfort would be accommodating his width.
This time, Thomas did not slowly push into her. Instead he thrust deeply, knowing she could take him. Nellie cried out, but not in pain, simply pleasure.
“Thomas!” she called, her body quaking beneath him.
Pulling out quickly, he then thrust again, building up a steady rhythm. She felt so good—too good. He knew soon he would not be able to hold back his climax. He leaned over her, his upper body touching her beautifully drenched back.
“Nel, you feel s
o good,” he whispered in her ear as he reached around and caressed her clitoris.
She cried out again, but he felt the tension in her body from holding in her climax. She wasn’t alone.
On his next downward thrust, he rolled his hips and jerked hard against her once he became fully seated within her. Nellie bucked forward at the harsh impact.
“Brace yourself against the headboard,” he managed to order.
She did so. “Thomas, harder,” she moaned.
He groaned and did as she asked, his hips jarring her as he thrust harshly into his wife. He moved his fingers with haste and he knew she was close—her breathing started to change as did the sounds she made.
“Do not come!” he all but growled.
She shook her head and clamped her lips closed, her moans now rumbling round in her body, no longer able to escape. Thomas slipped two fingers inside her while rubbing her clit with his thumb. His already tightened sac pulled closer into his body and he knew he could no longer fight it. He pushed down hard on her clit, plunging his fingers and cock deep.
“Come for me, Nel,” he groaned as he felt himself straddling the precipice.
She screamed, her body exploding into climax, which triggered his. Thomas let out a roar as he had never done before, sending his seed deep into her arse as her cunt clenched around his fingers.
Within moments they were both spent and Nellie collapsed onto the bed, taking him down with her. Thomas pulled them to the side, curling her against him with his cock still buried deep inside her. He laid kisses along her back and neck and listened to her harsh breathing settle.
“Are you well, wife?”
Nellie sighed and placed her hand over his, where it rested on her stomach. “Indeed, husband. I am well.”
“Did you enjoy that, my dear?” he asked, as he continued to place kisses along her shoulder. He marvelled at the silkiness of her skin and its pearly shade in the faint candlelight.
“Thomas,” she murmured, her voice sounding close to sleep, “I never knew being married could bring me such pleasure. If only you could be in both at once, I could not think of anything better.”
He frowned at her back for a moment. “You would wish it? To be taken in both ways at once?”
“Indeed, I can think of nothing better than feeling full in every possible way,” she said as he felt her breathing settle. Her body soon rose and fell as she let out a contented sigh. She slept.
She wished for two cocks in her at once? Thomas suddenly felt himself lacking for not being able to provide all she desired. How daft, though—no man was born with two cocks. Did he wish to give his wife all she truly desired? Was he willing to share her?
Regrettably, he pulled from her warmth and walked over to the basin to wash. Then he returned to the bed with a cloth and tended to her. She did not stir. A moment later he snuggled back against his wife, kissing her exposed skin tenderly, thanking the Lord for finding him such a bride.
Chapter Nine
“Did you sleep well, my Lady?”
Nellie looked at her maid in the mirror as Anne tended to her hair. The girl’s lips were turned up with amusement and her eyes sparkled as she pinned Nellie’s curls into place.
“Indeed, I slept like the dead.”
Again, Anne’s lips twitched higher as Nellie studied her maid. “I suppose that is to be expected after such endurance.”
Nellie blinked once before frowning at the woman she had known her whole life. Could she know what Nellie and Thomas had done last night? Impossible.
“I hardly think Lady Elizabeth’s dinner party could be referred to as something to be endured, Anne. For the most part, the evening was rather enjoyable.”
“I was not referring to the dinner party, my Lady.”
Anne caught her eyes in the mirror and Nellie felt her jaw go slack. Her maid did know! “How?” she gasped.
Anne smirked. “The whole house heard, my Lady.”
Heard? Nellie closed her eyes and let her face drop into her hands. “Oh, my! I feel so much shame.”
A comforting hand came down on her shoulder. “I did not mean to embarrass you, my Lady. Shame is not what you should feel. He is your husband, after all.”
Nellie looked up into her friend’s concerned eyes. “I know. I…” She paused. “I simply don’t know what to say.”
“Nor should you need to. I am merely your maid.”
Nellie scowled at the girl. “You are more than that to me and you know it. Anyone else who spoke to me as you do so often would find their derriere out on the street.” Nellie could not help but smile. “Yet, it seems I appreciate your honesty and friendship regardless.”
Anne returned her smile and stuck a final pin into Nellie’s hair, but said nothing further.
“The whole house heard?” Nellie asked.
Anne sighed. “Indeed. We were in the servants’ hall and… Well, it was thought you and his Lordship might be engaged in your marriage bed after it was clear he was eager to get you alone.”
Nellie recalled how he had carried her over his shoulder as he had raced up the stairs. Indeed, they would have expected as much. Heat warmed her cheeks.
“We were preparing to retire for the evening when we heard you call out. I was at first concerned, then… Well, my Lady, it became clear you were not calling for my assistance. His Lordship, too, roared like a lion. Then, the house grew quiet,” Anne said with a shrug.
Nellie shuddered as her mind flooded her with memories at the pleasure Thomas had inflicted on her the night before. Never would she have thought she could enjoy Thomas’ dominance of her. She never would have thought such pleasure could be found under a man’s sharp hand, but she knew she would never find it under just any man’s hand—only her husband’s.
Settling back into the stiffness of her dressing table chair, Nellie wondered what would become of their relationship if Thomas ever discovered the truth about her. Her deception and lies would founder their marriage. Tears threatened to cloud her eyes, but she dismissed the urge and focused on her maid’s words.
“Mrs Smith seemed quite shocked by it all, while Parker said, ‘It is good to have a mistress of the house at last.’ I thought it was quite an odd thing to say, but Geoff said later that the house had been a slow place to work, yet his Lordship has now made it clear he will be residing permanently with you. This pleased the staff greatly. They all have great respect for you, my Lady.”
Nellie felt pleased by Anne’s words, but could not help a chuckle of amusement as it bubbled from her lips. “Even Mrs Smith?”
Anne’s forehead furrowed. “Well, I must admit I am not sure what to make of the housekeeper. She is very reserved and the under-maids warned that she was not to be trifled with.”
“Has she been cruel to you?” Nellie asked, suddenly concerned.
“No, not how I fear you mean. She simply watches me. It is unnerving.”
Nellie nodded. “You would come to me if you held any concerns though, would you not?”
Anne smiled. “Indeed, I would.” She passed Nellie a pair of satin gloves to accompany the deep green dress she had selected for the day. “I suppose it is time for you to make your way down to breakfast, and for me to brave the kitchen once more.”
“Brave the kitchen? Is the cook worse than Mrs Williams?” Nellie asked as she slid on her gloves. Her father’s cook ran her kitchen like a general would an army. It was a frightening thing to behold, especially when things were not going to plan.
“Not at all. Geoff was making an ointment for your new mare, and the paste smelt something dreadful.” The young woman laughed. “The cook threatened to tan his hide if he did not leave her kitchen. I must admit, while it smelt truly dreadful, like a dozen eggs past their prime and dropped on the floor, he tried to reassure her it would heal your steed’s ailments. That did not appease the cook. God help the boy as he tries to inflict the poor animal with it.”
Nellie was delighted to learn Geoff had taken to helping the
grooms. She had received the impression, from the pleasure in which he had spoken of his time at the Sterling estate, that he missed the task greatly.
* * * *
As she entered the dining room a short time later, she could not help but be staggered by her husband’s presence. The sight of his bent head, with his curls falling softly over his face as he read the morning post, paired with his tall frame and strong body, sent arousal surging through her. How could it be so after last night? Surely her heart would stop if she experienced so much pleasure again.
Thomas looked up and smiled at her as she entered, then rose as she took a seat beside him. He reached out and took her hand, sliding the glove from it and raising it to his lips. Those lips lingered after the kiss, but she did not mind. His eyes held hers and she read the same desire she felt reflected in them. She had met her match in every possible way. Yet, it would all vanish if he knew the truth about her.
“Nel, are you well?”
She blinked. “Quite well, husband. Why do you ask?”
“You seemed to leave me for a moment, and by your expression it was not for a pleasant place.”
“It was merely a moment. I am back now and very happy to be here.”
He nodded in approval as the footman entered with their breakfast.
She smiled at Geoff as he set her plate in front of her. “I hear you caused quite a stir this morning. Is the kitchen back to rights?”
The young man’s lips perked in amusement. “Indeed, my Lady.”
“What took place in the kitchens?” Thomas asked.
“Apparently Geoff was making an ointment for my mare and, if my maid is to be believed, it smelt worse than a dozen eggs gone bad. Is this a fair description, Parker?” she asked the butler, who stood to one side of the room.
“Indeed, my Lady,” the man said with a slightly disgusted expression.
She grinned and looked back to the footman. “Did she allow you to administer it?”
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