It's going to happen. It really is going to happen. Susanna dipped her head, inordinately pleased at his murmured, "Good girl, Xiao Māo." She turned her back on him, and he chuckled huskily.
"Soon you'll leave by facing me. No turning your back on me unless at my command. Unless of course it is an invitation to test my riding crop on your arse."
She spun round and pressed her legs together. Her dress, no longer held together began to slip down her arms and back. "R…riding crop?" She wasn't sure how she felt about that.
"Don't worry, we'll work up to it gradually, perhaps on our honeymoon."
Susanna blinked and gulped. She would never understand how the thought of pain could bring such pleasure. Would the reality live up to her imagination? "Yes, Sir, perhaps." She sounded unsure.
Tony chuckled. "It will be good," he said. "If not you have your safe word. However, for now we'll do something I feel you are well ready for. Move. You have three minutes or my hand will tan your arse, for punishment not pleasure, and I assure you they are two very different things in my world."
She moved. Some imp encouraged her to step backward, and hope she made it though the doorway without banging her elbow on the doorjamb, or stubbing her toe on the wooden skirting board.
To her relief she succeeded without any mishaps, and found herself in a most unusual room. As much as she wanted to take her time to stare, Susanna was mindful of Tony's words. A pleasure spanking interested her. A punishment one did not. She well remembered the way her father punished her brother. Susanna spared a brief thought for Simon, her sweet and gentle brother who perished at Waterloo. He hadn't deserved his punishments or his early demise.
Now though, she couldn't allow herself to remember such sad things. She had other things to concentrate on. What was it Tony had demanded of her? Ah yes, stripped and on her knees.
It took Susanna scant seconds to shrug out of her dress and let it slide down her body to pool in a heap on the floor. She looked at it doubtfully, but her governess's diktat rang in her head. "Pick it up, shake it out, hang it carefully. Good materials cost good money." With an inward grimace she did so, using a rail along one wall to hold the garment. Susanna glanced around. She let her eyes skip over some contraptions, which were alien to her. Goodness knows what they were used for, but hopefully she'd get the chance to find out at some point.
A soft cushion in front of a large, and somewhat unusual chair took her attention. The chair had thick material wads pointing away from it in various places and long padded arms. The cushion however curled up at each side, and was long and rectangular. It looked as if it would allow her lower limbs to be pillowed.
Should she face the chair or away? Was it indeed where she needed to be? Stop second-guessing yourself. Tony will make allowances for your ignorance this time. Mind made up, she knelt on the cushion facing the chair and let her head, and her hair, fall forward. Once she was settled as best she could, Susanna clasped her arms behind her over the base of her spine, and took a deep breath to try and calm her nerves, and slow her racing pulse.
The loud sonorous tick of a clock somewhere nearby, seemed to match the beat of her heart. A faint smell of beeswax tickled her nostrils and Susanna froze. Tony had mentioned wax on her skin. Surely not? The last time she'd inadvertently dripped her candle over her arm it had hurt like Hades, and left a scar. Absently she scratched the spot, just above her wrist where a faint red mark still remained.
"Don't do that." Tony had entered the room unheard and unnoticed by her. His voice was harsh. "I reiterate: the only person to mark you is me. And I will do it in such a way you will beg for more."
Susanna jumped and let go of her arm. She moved her head and his next command stopped her.
"Don't move. Stay as you are. Good girl." The praise flowed over her like honey. "Oh yes, Xiao Māo, you are perfect. Now, what shall we do to make you fly?" He moved her hair to one side of her back, slid it across her shoulder and grazed his teeth across the soft skin on the nape of her neck. Susanna shivered. The tiny stings teased and it was all she could do not to ask for more. More of what, she couldn't determine. However, she knew that enticement wasn't enough.
Something soft and long stroked her skin. She sighed as whatever it was curled over her back and shoulders. It teased like warm chocolate poured from a jug, and the fine hairs on her back stood on end as they were touched.
"Bend and hold onto the arms of the chair."
His tone had changed. Neither harsh nor intimidating, it invited instant compliance. Susanna risked a glance to determine just where the arms she needed to hold were and saw his booted feet a short distance in front of her. As she did as he asked, they moved and she was left wondering where he was, and what would happen next. The pose stretched her back and spine and she struggled to keep her arse resting on her calves.
"Xiao Māo, what's your word? We go no further until you tell me."
Susanna gulped. Her word? Ah…
"Happy, my lord." Oh so very happy. Was she at last going to discover more of Tony's needs? For a brief second she worried what would happen if it didn't appeal to her. She mentally shrugged, deciding to address that problem if she had to.
"Then relax and let your mind absorb this." The strands of whatever he held slid from her nape to the hollow just above the indentation that signaled the way into entrance of her rear. She squirmed, for it tickled rather than anything else.
He laughed. It was deep and rolled into her like an autumn mist rolled over the hills behind her home. "First I will bind your hands, and I think your ankles. It will make it easier for you to absorb the vibrations. To immerse yourself in your senses and forget everything else."
Tony pulled Susanna's hair and she lifted her head. He walked around her without letting go, and hunkered down in front of her. The sight of him wearing only his pantaloons and boots made her mouth go dry and her quim become damp.
He laughed and used his free hand to stroke her cheek. "If I touched your cunt I vow my finger would be coated in your cream. However, I will abstain."
Susanna moaned her dismay and his hand tightened in her hair. "Patience is something you need to cultivate, my dear. Lift up onto your knees. Good, now let me put this stool under you for you to rest on." He slid a long padded stool under her and pressed on her back to make her sink onto it. Susanna realized she now knew one use for it. She wondered what the others could be, and hoped she'd find out before long. It took him scant seconds to fasten her ankles so her legs were spread out.
"Grip hard." He bit the lobe of her ear, none too gently and Susanna's moan became a hiss. The pain was short lived but ran through her like water poured over someone from a jug or pail.
Before she had time to analyze why something so painful made her body tremble with pleasure and her scalp tingle with anticipation of more, Tony tied her hands to the chair with long silky strips of material. The ends he left loose to dangle downward.
"Now, I think the eyes. I want all your concentration on yourself. How you feel, what you anticipate, what you want, or if necessary, what you hate. The only things you will hear are my voice and your heartbeat."
Her vision was obscured by a thick strip of velvet. Behind it she was alone, and could do nothing except strain to hear his words over the loud beat of her heart.
"Xiao Māo." His voice touched her soul and made her shiver. It hinted of unknown things to come. "You look perfect like this. There is only one more thing. This."
The flick of leather on her arse made her jump. It stung.
"Word?"
"H…happy, Sir. Oh lud…" The leather switched her again, harder this time and the sting morphed into pain. A long dull pain that flowed over her skin and across her mind.
"To see you like this is more than I ever hoped. To see you accept my blows and absorb the pain so sweetly is perfection. A few more?"
He is asking me? Surely he tells me? However, even in her floating state, Susanna understood what Tony was doing. He would giv
e her no chance to say she was coerced into anything. What was it Jane had said? "To be flogged or spanked and have to count the strokes adds so much to the intensity of it all. And to count in sets of five adds even more."
Susanna took a deep breath. "Five, my lord?"
She fancied she could feel his relief in the air. His hand stroked over her back and arse in small caressing circles. "Xiao Māo, you are truly for me. Now breathe through the pain and let it become pleasure. Remember you may cry deng or ting if need be. You have my word, I will heed them."
"I never thought any different." Susanna hurried to reassure him. "There will be no need. I trust you with every fiber of my being. I have so longed for this moment. When you accept I am what you need."
The gentle touch of his lips on her back was so brief she might have missed it if she hadn't been so focused.
"Then count." She heard the swish of the leather before it touched the soft skin of her arse.
"One," The sting grew in intensity.
Swish. "Two." All she could here was her heart, and the sound of the leather moving through the air.
"Three." She began to float, as the pain changed, and made her blood stir and her heartbeat switch up.
The next blow was harder, across her upper arse, and she absorbed it gladly. So good. She was flying as she sobbed the numbers. "Four and five."
Her skin stung with a beautiful heat, and over the thump of her heart, she heard his welcome words. "Now, Xiao Māo, come now." His fingers slipped inside her channel and moved swiftly to increase her juices. He withdrew and nipped her nub.
Susanna screamed and slid noisily over the edge of the abyss. When she came to, she was wrapped in a blanket, and curled up on Tony's lap. He kissed her and buried his face in her neck.
"So, do we put the parents out of their misery and plan a wedding?"
Susanna giggled. "I like the idea of the wedding, but must we put our Mamas’ minds to rest?”
"Minx. We must. However, I will press for an early wedding. They will of course agree for all the wrong reasons, but that is no concern of ours."
"Wrong…? Oh." Susanna blushed. Tony roared with laughter.
"Who knows, it may be valid. If my ministrations have not made you too sore?" He raised one eyebrow.
Susannah blushed and cursed her propensity to color up at the drop of a hat. "No, my lord."
"Ah, I must be losing my touch. Next time perhaps?" He flicked her cheek. "Then perhaps I can assuage my aching cock in your pretty cunt and enjoy my release within you? Or shall I be a gentleman and withdraw?"
"In me, now." Susanna threw the blanket to one side and slid off Tony's lap. "I believe this was something you requested at the theater?" She put her legs on either side of him and lifted his cock out of his pantaloons. Once released it sprung upward: the tip was wet, and the sides, slick.
Susanna bit her lip and took Tony's prick in one hand. She concentrated on guiding it toward her quim, and slowly drew him inside her. As he filled her tight channel she was once more astounded how something so large fitted into somewhere so small. Indeed the workings of the body were wondrous.
"Now." Tony gripped her waist and forced her downward. He filled her to the hilt and began to move. His powerful thighs moved her up and down on him, and sweat beaded his brow.
"Oh lud, please." The familiar tingles that signaled her climax were increasing in speed and density. She shook with the effort of holding back until Tony joined her.
"Now." He roared the word as he filled her channel and Susanna echoed his shout and one more flew.
Chapter Eleven
"Give me one good reason why we agreed to this?" Tony stood at the front of the chapel on his country estate and moved his cravat an eighth of an inch. "I should have let you entice me to elope. Withholding your favors would have done it." He muttered the words out of the side of his mouth as the vicar beamed at him and Susanna.
Susanna made a noise halfway between a giggle and a cough. "Now you tell me. Mind you, that would be easier said than done." Her voice was as low as his.
The vicar cleared his throat and looked at them with disapproval. "May we begin?" he asked, in a frosty tone.
Tony looked at him steadily until the man shifted on his feet. Then Tony inclined his head.
"Of course, vicar. I was merely telling my bride how beautiful she looks."
Susanna shot him a mischievous look and shifted one leg to show him a split in her bridal gown, which, as she moved showed more than a decorous amount of thigh. He did his best to frown. It wasn't easy, when all he wanted to do was get the ceremony and wedding breakfast over. He had great plans for the honeymoon.
"Ah yes. Radiant," the poor vicar agreed. "Now." He raised his voice. "Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today…"
Tony listened with half an ear as the Reverend Porter intoned the words of the marriage service. He spoke when prompted, and held his breath when the congregation was asked if they had any just cause or impediment as to why the marriage shouldn't go ahead. When he slipped the ring onto Susanna's finger he knew his hand trembled as much as hers. Finally they were pronounced husband and wife, and Tony was told he could kiss his bride. He heaved a great sigh of relief, and proceeded to do so with much gusto, all to the irreverent cheers of his peers.
The waves of disapproval he expected from the elders in the congregation didn't materialize. As he reluctantly drew back from Susanna he looked at his mother. The cat in the cream was an understatement for her expression.
"Our Mamas think their plan worked," he said once they'd signed the register and were walking down the aisle and out into the sunshine. "Little do they know..."
Susanna laughed as she waved to friends, cronies and hangers-on who were clustered in the pews. "My Mama gave me the talk last night. All I could think was thank goodness I know now what I know. Her euphemisms, warnings and ramblings would either have me a gibbering idiot, a runaway or a very reluctant bride who refused to open her legs. I swear I will not let any child of ours, male or female, go to the altar as ill informed as I would have been. Of course our sons will look to you for guidance."
"Of course. How many are you anticipating?" Tony grinned at the way Susana narrowed her eyes and licked her lips. Such a contradiction of expressions, designed he knew to tease him, and beg for his own unique form of punishment. His cock stirred at the memories of Susanna spread over their bench or impaled on one of the protuberances on their chair. She admitted she loved all they did, and teased him to get the reaction she preferred. Tony now knew the way to curb those actions—by withholding what she wanted, be it the flogger or a climax.
"At the moment?" Susanna asked. "None, and in truth I hope to have you to myself for a while. However it will be as life, or your cock wills."
It seemed the tricks he'd shown her to stop his seed sewing, had worked. Really, living in the Far East had so many benefits. Tony thought of his plans for that evening, and his skin tingled.
"How soon can we get this breakfast over and retire?" he asked.
Not soon enough. The hours he smiled, chatted, cut the cake, and shook hands were interminable. Why they called it a breakfast when they ate at three in the afternoon he had no idea. By the time he was able to take Susanna by the arm and lead her out of the long dining room, Tony had heard enough innuendos for a lifetime.
Susannah sighed, and let her breath out in one long gust. "That is something I'm glad I'll never have to live through again. Where do our parents get all these old relatives from…out of an attic somewhere? I've never had so many whiskery kisses, from both sexes I hasten to add." She shuddered. "And the smell of camphor and sherry. Never ever make me drink sherry."
"A new punishment, my dear?" Tony changed directions and whisked her into a side corridor. "And where did you get that dress? For a traditional virgin's marriage gown, it is not."
"I'm not a traditional virgin bride, thankfully," Susanna said as they got to a narrow oak door. "Where are we going?"
/> "Wait and see." Tony opened the door and escorted her through it. "Should I blindfold you?"
"Well, oh my, maybe not." Two horses were tethered nearby. "If we are to ride, I think I'd best be able to see?"
Tony took her ankle and threw her into the saddle. “No ladies’ seat, but you ride astride as well as any man. And I will be able to see your legs, and imagine it's me they are clinging to, not Flossie here."
Susanna shot him a gamine grin, put her feet into the stirrups and hitched her wedding dress high up over her thighs. "It's to be hoped no guests see us. What little reputation I have will be shot to pieces." She shivered. Tony realized she wore very little other than silk and satin.
"I forgot, how remiss of me. One moment." He went to the saddlebag of his horse and took out a fur-lined cloak. "Here, this will warm you until I can. We have an hour or so's ride ahead. Will you be all right?"
She looked surprised. "Of course. And I will hold back my questions as to our destination, even though it goes against the grain."
"Good." Tony mounted his horse and clicked his tongue to set it in motion. Soon they were cantering down a little used lane. He knew his land like the back of his hand, and was certain they'd have an easy ride.
He was right. In a little over an hour, he slowed and waited until Susanna drew up beside him. Her cheeks were glowing with the exertion of the exercise, her hair had come adrift from its complicated design, and the diamond pins were nowhere to be seen. She grinned.
"My hair fell down. I have the pins in my hem. I'm so glad I chose to dispense with a silk cloak. One more step on my road to harlot-dom no doubt, but it's all for the good. Can you imagine what I'd look like galloping across the fields, with that streaming behind me? Oh, that gallop was so welcome. I needed it. To be outside in glorious countryside, with you, is perfect. Are we here?"
"Once we round the corner. Now I do wish to blindfold you. Will you let me?" Tony wanted Susanna to be surprised when they reached their destination, and not come upon it gradually. "We will double up on Jester here." He patted his horse.
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