“Good. Now, before there is more pleasure, we must address your recklessness,” he said as he turned her to face the bench.
“My recklessness?” Confusion muddled by need made it difficult for her to follow his intention.
He grunted. “Indeed. You must be punished for worrying me and for allowing yourself to be placed at risk by visiting The Market without me.”
Annoyance flared enough to clear the fuzziness of her thinking as she spun back around. “Now just one moment, husband. This is the very same location you had me come alone to in order to conduct our affair. How was that a safe choice and tonight is not?”
“I was here to meet you every time. You were here under my protection, which meant Madame de Pompadour was ensuring your safety.” He growled. “Tonight, you were traipsing through the hall of mirrors with naught but Miranda as escort. Any drunken fool could have stumbled across you and mistook you for an available woman.”
“Psh. Foolish man. I was here tonight under Madame’s protection…as your wife. I was perhaps safer now than I was as an unwed woman walking these halls.” Emily glared at him.
Cooper frowned. “Very well, perhaps not so vulnerable as I had thought. However, you did not discuss your visit with me. In fact, you purposefully hid it from me.”
She was stymied, because he was right. She had hidden her visit from him with the intention of trying to understand his needs and desires so she could better understand the man. “I did hide my intention to visit this establishment. But I had good reason.”
One of his brows rose in question or disbelief, she couldn’t decide which.
“And that would be?”
She bit her lip. Then, with a sigh, she turned back around to face the bench. “I’ve already told you why I was here.”
“I beg to differ. You told me what you hoped to learn…but not the reason for wanting to learn it.” He pressed his chest to her back and reached an arm around her waist. “Why were you here, Emily?”
Her eyes closed as she tried to find some version of the truth to appease him. But since she did not yet trust him by her own admission, she dared not give him her heart. “My reasons are my own.”
A small exhale laced with disappointment drifted over her left shoulder as he released her waist. “Then you will bend over and accept your punishment, my hellion.”
Her breath caught in her chest. He had spanked her once before, and she had loved it. The notion that she would love it once again both excited and scared her. Everything about her husband scared her, because she knew he could hurt her so deeply. With each new day, as she discovered the depth of her feelings for him, she realized her worst fear had come to pass. She was madly, deeply, irreversibly in love. And now she was married to him.
“I suppose I shall.”
“Bend over,” he growled as he placed his palm between her shoulder blades.
Doing as he bid, she bent over until her hands were flat on the bench.
“Lower, on your elbows.” He tapped her upper arm.
Again, she followed his guidance and found herself with her bottom high in the air. Then he nudged her feet apart until her pussy was exposed to the cool air.
The warmth of his palm settled on her upper back, and then he stroked down her spine and over her left cheek before moving over to the other side. “You will learn very quickly that I cannot abide lies between us. No more subterfuge. No more sneaking around London. Do you understand, wife?”
“I do,” she rasped as her nerves jangled in anticipation of the first blow.
“Very good.” He smacked her backside.
Heat bloomed along with a sharp pain that quickly dissipated into a dull throb. The second smack landed on the other side, and a matching heat and pain radiated over her flesh. He continued on with the next four spanks. The same as before, the pain fuzzed into pleasure, and all she could register was the heightened sensation that made her quim heat and her channel ache with the need to be filled.
As his palm repeatedly made contact with her backside, she edged deeper and deeper into needy desire. When he landed the final spank against her exposed pussy, she gasped as her body trembled on the verge of orgasm.
“Good God, you are soaked with need.” Her husband stroked her drenched pussy and slid a single finger deep inside her.
Her legs shook as she leaned heavily on her arms to keep from collapsing into a puddle of lust. When Cooper rubbed his hand over her heated buttocks and licked her slit, she lost all control. As he lapped at her from behind, she came hard. The room splintered into a thousand pieces, and her body melted into the cracks as bliss swept through her. His hands on her thighs braced her as her knees gave out and she all but collapsed into him. He held her up and continued to lick her until she was floating back to where they were.
Unsure of when he’d moved, she found herself lifted and deposited on the bed. Redolent with the aftermath of orgasm and a fresh wave of desire, she lay there and watched as her husband finished disrobing. She took in the sight of his strong thighs, well-formed calves, and the hard length of his cock as it jutted from his nest of dark curls. And she wondered what he would do to her next.
Chapter 25
Cooper stroked his cock as he loomed over his dazed wife. The entire evening had been a shock, but it seemed it was a good one. One that had loosed his inner self, allowing his darker desires to roam free. Turning from the bed, he went to the cabinet on the far wall and opened it. Inside, he found all that he could possibly need for the next part of his wife’s introduction to his preferences.
He pulled out a set of leather cuffs and brought them over to the bed. “We’ll start slow and explore more next time. For now, I want to restrain you. Tie you to my bed and fuck you until you scream my name in pure ecstasy.”
She moaned as she looked up at him. “Please, Cooper. I need you inside me.”
Her words nearly broke him in the moment. He wanted to toss the cuffs aside, spread her thighs, and pound into her until he came. But what he wanted even more was to give her an experience similar to what she’d seen earlier. To let her taste what it would mean to be with him like this. To truly be his. “You’ll have what you need, when I’m ready to give it.”
She whimpered.
Ignoring her obvious need, he wrapped the first cuff around her wrist. Next, he wrapped the second cuff, and then he joined them and linked them to a loop on the bed’s headboard. As though the restriction of her movement woke her from her post-climax haze, Emily’s eyes widened as she tugged against the restraints. “Cooper?”
The question in her voice excited him, made him want to drive into her. But instead, he brought her face around to meet his, their gazes locked. “Emily, this is where the trust truly begins to grow. You are utterly at my mercy. I can choose to pleasure you, or leave you here. Do you know which I have planned?”
Dark worry flashed through her eyes. “Pleasure?”
The doubt in her voice and on her face stabbed him in his heart, but he had known it would be there. She had told him as much. “Today you say that with a question in your voice. With worry in your beautiful hazel eyes. One day, I won’t even need to ask the question.”
She sighed softly and nodded. “I want that. I want to trust you without question.”
He kept her gaze snared by his. “Then, until then, we will continue to work at it, my sweet hellion.”
He crawled on the bed and spread her legs before he knelt between them. Balanced on hands and knees, he leaned down and captured one nipple in his hungry mouth. She arched up into him as he sucked hard on her nipple, and then she cried out. “Ahh!”
Releasing the tip, he repeated the rough play on her other nipple. This time, she moaned low and needy as he sucked. The peak hardened and swelled as he pulled on it. Then he let it go and flicked it with his tongue, once, twice, three times.
Need for her heat and the tight clasp of her channel pushed him lower down her body. He eased over her stomach, licking and tasting
her heated flesh as he shifted back toward her hot center.
“Please. Fuck me,” she begged.
His cock pulsed, desperately wanting to answer her plea. But he refused to give in just yet. He had more to explore with her. Wedging his shoulders between her thighs, he spread her open and tucked a bolster beneath her ass, lifting her quim up to the perfect height for him to feast on. And so he did. He plunged his tongue deep into her channel, and then pulled out to draw it up over her clit. There, he swirled around the sensitive nub until her hips pumped up to meet each pass. Wanting more. He pushed two fingers inside her, working them in and out, and covering them in her juices. When they were good and wet, he pulled out and drew them down to her rear entrance. He rubbed the tight pucker with his fingers and pressed against the furl. She gasped and thrashed above him, but with his other arm braced over her pelvis, she had little room to maneuver.
“Hold still, sweetheart. Open for me. Let me inside you,” he crooned as he reduced down to a single finger and pushed past the tight ring of muscle. Once his digit was lodged in her rear passage, he leaned up and swiped his tongue over her clit.
She jostled and moaned. “Oh, God.”
He slid the finger out and pushed back in. And then he added a second one as he continued to lick her pussy. Once she settled into the sensation and seemed to be enjoying it, he released his forearm from her hips and brought his thumb down to work her clit as he tongued her soaking hole.
She bucked and cried out. “Cooper, please! I-I-I need…” And the rest of her plea was lost as she came hard on his tongue, again. This time, he worked her clit with his thumb as he pumped his fingers in and out of her arse. All the while, he fucked her with his tongue, reveling in her sweetness as she exploded for him. Her climax was so intense, his own hips bucked in sympathy, nearly driving him over the edge as he carried her through her peak and brought her carefully back down.
After withdrawing his fingers from the hot clasp of her bottom, he rose up and drove his shaft into her still-spasming pussy until he bottomed out in her hot core. The grip of her residual orgasm paired with the intense heat of her pussy had him dancing on the edge within a few strokes. Knowing he was close, he pumped into her hard and fast, driving deep with each thrust until his balls drew up tight, and pure unadulterated pleasure exploded from his sac throughout his body. His toes curled, and he shot his load deep inside her until he collapsed on top of her, drained and replete.
After lying still a moment, he pressed up and pulled his softening cock from her searing core. And then he released her wrists, bringing them down to chafe them and rub them to ensure she was well. As she lay there, still in a daze, he realized she must have come again when he plunged into her, and something solid and sure settled in his chest. He’d known he loved her, but he’d never expected to reveal his whole self to her, and this night of sex and sharing was almost more than he could handle. But he refused to scare her by announcing his love for her when he knew she still harbored doubts.
Instead, he carefully scooped her up and tucked her under the covers of the bed and snuggled against her. The swirl of emotions within overwhelmed him as he lay there in the dark and repressed the words he wanted so desperately to say. Would she ever trust him enough to believe him when he said he loved her?
Chapter 26
October 1861
Cooper sat in the carriage across from his lady hellion and marveled at the week they had spent together. After waking in The Market, they had dressed, with him acting as her lady’s maid, though that had delayed their departure significantly. He had barely laced her corset when his cock had grown hard again, so he bent her over and fucked her against the dressing table.
Once they had arrived home, he had taken her upstairs, and they had locked themselves away for two days. They had opened the door only to allow food and wine to be brought in, and dirty dishes taken away. Finally, they had emerged to find a stack of correspondence awaiting them, as well as his secretary reminding him that he was expected at the Earl of Heathington’s house party.
So it was that a week after their rediscovery of each other at The Market, they found themselves locked in a carriage alone, trundling across the English countryside.
Knowing they would have long hours ahead of them, he had planned for their drive. Now he leaned back against the squabs and eyed his delectable wife. “Remove your bodice, Em.”
She glanced over at him from where she’d been staring out the window. “Why would…oh.”
All week, he’d been surprising her at odd times with various commands. He wanted her to be ready at any time to meet his needs. Only yesterday, he’d demanded she toss up her skirts as he filled her from behind in his study as she’d bent over the desk.
“Do I need to repeat myself?”
“No, sir.” She pulled down the shade, sinking them into a shadowy interior, and unfastened the buttons that lined the top of her traveling dress.
The emerald-green wool parted to reveal her corset and chemise. To his pleasure, she wore a traveling corset that offered her more flexibility…and him more access. After carefully setting her bodice aside, she waited for his next instruction. Her hands fidgeted, suggesting she was still nervous with him.
Ignoring the disappointing tic, he held out one of his own. “Give me your hands.”
He waited one heartbeat, then two, but she settled her hands in his outstretched palm. Desire sprang up within him, shifting from the gentle, ever-present hum when she was near to a loud roar of need. In his pocket, he had stashed an older necktie that was made from the softest cotton. With steady hands, he wrapped it around her wrists and left a loop exposed to attach to the hook on the back of the carriage wall. He’d had it installed earlier that week. After all, one needed a place to hang one’s coat while traveling.
Em said nothing as he raised her arms and slipped the loop over the hook. She smirked at him. “I had wondered why that was there.”
Cooper feigned affront. “Why, madam, I cannot imagine what you are suggesting. That is clearly a coat hook.”
She chuckled and shook her head. “Of course it is.”
Now that he had her arranged to his liking, he reached for the front of her corset. This one had more give to it to accommodate a woman sitting for long hours in a carriage while traveling. It also meant that he could easily unhook the front a bit and then later reclose it. With her breasts bared as much as was reasonable, he reached out and cupped one globe. At the same moment her breath hitched, his cock twitched in his trousers.
The earlier surge of need was growing, becoming a low rumble under his tightly held control. He flicked his thumb over her nipple a few times, relishing the way it tightened and furled at his touch. His hellion was as excited as he was at the moment. Shifting downward, he reached for the hem of her skirts.
“Spread your legs for me,” he said.
Once she did as he asked, he lifted her petticoats and hoop to find her sweet pussy exposed by the slit in her pantalets. Unsurprisingly, she was wet for him already. His cock jerked at the sight. Taking the underthings and tucking the hems he held into her bound hands, he freed his own for more useful activities.
Hands on her hips, he scooted her closer to the edge of the carriage seat, and then spread her thighs a bit wider. “Very nice, sweetheart.”
“Cooper?” Still she sounded concerned.
He stroked her inner thighs with his hands and then planted a kiss on each one. “Shhh. Relax. This will feel good…better than good.”
And then he bent over and stroked his tongue over her pink, glistening pussy. The sweetness of her excitement tantalized his tongue, reminding him how much he loved tasting his wife. As he licked with more pressure a second time, her gasp above was muffled by her skirts.
Determined to take his time, he settled on the floor of the carriage and leisurely set to licking and sucking on her swelling flesh. Then he went in search of her clit, flicking the sensitive nub with a ruthlessly slow cadence that ha
d her hips bucking in an attempt to achieve more contact. Savoring the moment, he swirled over the bud and then shifted down to her core. As he changed positions, she moaned, a low throaty sound that stirred the need inside his own body.
But he refused to rush. They had hours to go before they arrived at the house party.
After tucking his hands under her arse, he lifted her slightly and pushed his tongue deep inside her. She groaned, a languid sound full of need and impatience.
“Cooper, please,” she whimpered.
“In time, my hellion,” he said, and then returned to working his tongue in and out of her body.
As he fucked her like that for long minutes, she wiggled and flexed her hips, trying to gain more contact, to find the release she was beginning to so desperately seek.
He wanted her to beg. Wanted to hear her need his cock so badly that she pleaded with him in the most filthy and direct terms to fuck her. Only then would he let her come. So he shoved his tongue inside her again before drawing it out to trace a path up one side of her cunny and down the other, never touching her engorged clit. He continued to tease her, pushing into her hole before sweeping up and around her tingling flesh.
She wiggled and jerked, panting heavily above him.
“Oh God! Please, Cooper. I need…” Her voice trailed off in an anguished cry.
“What do you need, my little hellion? Tell me. Tell me every filthy detail,” he demanded.
She writhed and moaned, her hands still suspended above her head, helpless to help herself. Instead, his little hellion needed him. Needed him to bring her the pleasure she sought. And he would do that for her…very soon.
Returning to his labors, he continued the slow, slippery torture of her sweet pussy, all the while relishing her taste and her reactions. Though he’d prefer to be able to see her face, some things had to be sacrificed in the name of adventure. Her hips bucked sharply, nearly breaking his hold. But he hung on, certain she would break soon. It was important she be able to tell him what she wanted in bed. Tell him anything, really. So, he remained a supplicant to her cunny, licking, lapping, stroking, and filling her with his tongue.
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