“There’s more in the box.”
She’d missed the more intimate gift.
Mariah bent down and dug in the bottom of the large box. Standing slowly, she inspected the flogger wrapped in the same rich leather from which the saddle was made. “What’s this for exactly?”
James inspected the work. Perfect. It had his initials carved in it and when he used it, the mark would please them both.
“It’ll hurt less than a riding crop. You have a more tender hide than a horse. I have a deerskin sheath to put over it to begin. In time, you’ll want the harsher leather.” He took it from her and smacked it on his hand. He found the deerskin cover in the box and put it on.
Mariah flinched at the sound. “So we’re still playing at our intercourse?”
“Play is not the right word. It’s simply what we enjoy. You obey.”
“Yes. And you’ll still tie me up at times?” She blushed as though they’d be overheard.
“Often, in fact. You are quite strong and limber. I can’t let you escape.”
“How else will I earn my punishments?” She ran her hands over the leather tool then took James’ hand. “Thank you. You’re going to spoil me if you’re not careful.”
“You’ve already spoilt me. And I did nothing to deserve it. I’ll make it up to you, and never keep anything from you again. I love you.” He captured her mouth and pulled her tightly to him, letting the flogger fall to the ground.
Mariah wrapped her arms around his waist as her mouth tried to reply, but under his affection, she had no chance. His tongue fenced with hers as he moulded their bodies together and tugged the dress up her body. She was his wife, things were settled, and he could properly take her in the barn the way he’d wanted to the night she’d proposed and he’d initiated her into his world.
The heat of him rushed through her. James loved her. It was no game, no trick, no endurance test to bear his child before he ran off to a mistress in London. Their unique sexual connection was no ruse either. Things would only grow more intense and interesting.
James worked her dress up until she had to release him to be naked. He pulled it over her head. “Apparently, I need to increase your funds so you may have sufficient undergarments and get rid of worn old frocks. I only want to see the best on you. Maybe we need a trip to London before the winter to have things made especially.”
Smiling, she contemplated protesting, but if he wanted to spend money on her, she’d never argue. “I think we’ll need a larger candle budget, as well, seeing as you are so fond of abusing them.”
“I am? My dear, you are the one with wax—” He reached between her legs and stopped. “What have you done?”
“You were quite thorough, my lord. I did not want any servants to see. Short of a hot bath, shearing it off was the only logical thing to do.” His close attention to her made Mariah shiver. No one had ever taken such note of her. “It will grow back.”
“No doubt.” His fingers massaged her thoroughly.
Gasping, Mariah widened her stance. “Are you displeased?” She tried not to sound hopeful.
“Under the circumstances, no. But next time, you’ll have to entrust the shears to me. Or I may use a straight blade.”
Her body tightened at the thought of him doing such intimate things to her. Then she realised he still had on all his clothes. “You want me to catch a cold?” Mariah tugged his shirt from his breeches, wanting his body heat.
Shrugging off his coat, James made no objection as she stripped him to his shoes. When he stood naked, his erection straining towards her, she felt at ease. Mariah let her hands trace over his muscled chest and arms before heading down to his stomach. “Whatever will we do now to keep warm?” she asked.
James dug a hand into her long hair and tugged, leading her down to her knees.
Mariah kissed him as she went. Her tongue darted and coaxed his cock. “Please, let me,” she said.
James only nodded.
Sighing in relief, Mariah kissed his sac before dragging her tongue up the length to the tip. Her hands refused to be still, as one cupped his sac while the other squeezed the base of his shaft. Hungrily, she sucked the tip in her mouth, working it over with her tongue. His cock pulsed in her hands as she encircled the head with her lips.
“I missed you.” He released her hair.
“As did I you. To be given such wondrous pleasures and to have them taken away. No glass toy can inspire such feelings.” She kissed along his length.
“But if you’re good, when we’re in London, I might obtain another toy for you. A local merchant keeps a selection.” He reached down and retrieved the flogger.
Glancing up, she saw the corners of his mouth turned up ever so slightly. “You’re too generous. So many gifts when I only need you.” Mariah returned to the tip of his cock and started to swallow him slowly. He was so long, she wasn’t sure how much she could take, but she wanted it all.
James grunted. “Watch yourself. Don’t you dare choke. There’s no shame in starting slow and learning, training your body. That’s why I got the deerskin for you. It’s a soft sting compared to the real sharp leather you’ll grow to love.”
Releasing him finally, Mariah kissed his stomach. “Thank you. There’s no rush, except I want it.” She nipped and tongued at his shaft, so curious.
“We have forever to explore all of this. Enjoy each experience, and be grateful.” He tapped her lightly on the rear with the flogger.
She grinned up at him. “I am most gratefully, my lord. But you used more force with your bare hand. Must I anger you to get what I need?”
“Not at all. I’m merely letting you grow accustomed to the feel while servicing me. You must not bite down when you’re struck or you’ll have no children ever.”
“I’d never hurt you.” She kissed the tip of his cock.
“Not intentionally, but every new experience must be viewed with caution as well as pleasure. We could both be hurt if we do not take our time and be deliberate. Understand?”
Mariah nodded. “I’ve been reckless and forward.”
“As have I. My passion for you is too strong to control. But now that we understand one another, we can build gradually.” He swung the flogger with slightly more force.
Mariah noticed how her body responded. She could easily bite down if not aware. He had to trust her as much as she trusted him. That fact aroused her even more and was empowering even as she obeyed.
“Thank you.” She sucked the length of him in as far as comfortable and pulled back a little. Kissing and licking, she paid attention to him as well. When his muscles shifted, she prepared herself and each blow added to her pleasure as she serviced him.
Increasing her pace, Mariah noted that James employed the flogger more and more until he finally froze. One hand dropped the toy and gripped her hair, pulling her back slightly.
Unwilling to let go of her prize, she kept her lips pressed to the tip as he released the reward. She drank it like honey as her husband groaned and cursed.
Mariah licked up every bit and looked up at him. “More,” she demanded.
He chuckled. “Patience. Stand up.”
She obeyed and watched James drape a horse blanket over the wooden slates of the stall.
“Come here.” He lined her up about two feet from the stall and leaned her torso in so her breasts pressed to the scratchy blanket and her arms held onto the top. Then he spread her legs wide so she felt slightly off balance. “Don’t move your feet. If it’s too much say roses.”
“Roses?” She frowned.
“I’ll know you mean it then. When you say please, it could be please stop or please don’t. If you’re annoyed with me you might scream that I’m mean. But you might not want me to really stop. Roses means stop immediately. No questions. Trust me, it might be useful someday.”
It made sense. If she said don’t, it could mean don’t stop as well. “I understand.” She held on and waited.
James retrieved
his toy and rubbed it on her rear. The soft leather made her moan. Then a sudden but gentle crack made her tense. A few seconds later, he struck her other cheek with equal force. Mariah hummed and hugged the stall, angling her bottom for more exposure.
In short order, James added five more smacks to each cheek then stopped. Mariah felt a warmth as the cool air surrounded her skin, tingling. Without a new contact, the ache set in. “More,” she begged.
“I’ll not damage your skin. You don’t know your limits just yet. It’s a good start.”
“One more, please. I’m so tense.”
James gave her one more, and it made her eyes well up and her insides tighten. “Thank you.”
“Stand up straight.”
Mariah straightened and dizziness took over. She hadn’t realised how much she’d been leaning on the stall. Her breasts were pink from rubbing the blanket. Had it been the wood she’d have had splinters. Her balance returned and blood flow evened out so she took a deep breath. Her bottom stung deliciously.
“Turn around,” he said.
A new challenge. Her calves had strained to keep her feet planted. Slowly, she shifted her weight and moved one foot and then the other. Soon she faced him with a satisfied smile. “Did I do tolerably well for my first time?” she asked.
James dropped the toy and moved into her space, kissing her madly.
Mariah clung to him, more comfortable than the wood stall and fitted her body to his, eager for more. His erection pulsed for her. She’d pleased him one way. Now, there would be more.
His hands slid around to her buttocks, the disciplined skin so tender that she gasped in anticipation. “Relax, all you must do now is ride.” He lifted her up and pulled her close.
Instinctively, she wrapped her legs around his waist as he lowered her. His cock pressed for entry, and her body clung to him, giving herself to him.
“Ride?” she asked.
He urged her with his hands. “I won’t let you saddle me if that’s your plan.”
Pulling her body tight to him, she rocked, fucking herself on him. His hands held her steady but let her set the pace.
Mariah felt the natural rhythm between them. Riding her wild beast without a saddle was much better. She rode as fast as she could. Her body squeezed around him, again and again. She drove him in, and her body clung for more.
Then James’ hips flexed in time, pushing more of her, thrusting faster. The release hit her like twenty of his floggers, sending her into spasms as she held tight, refusing to let him escape her.
He held her tightly, howling her name as he poured into her. Shuffling for balance, James gripped her rear, and Mariah gasped.
Turning so he could lean on the stall, he caught his breath and moved his hand. “So sorry, I didn’t mean to do that.”
“I do not recall uttering roses.” She bit his lower lip.
Kissing his wife, James gently slid his other hand up to her disciplined rear. Mariah arched and ground her hips down on him harder. “Perhaps we should continue this in my bedchamber?”
“I agree. You’ve been far too free tonight. A contained space where I can restrain you is called for now.”
Detangling from him, Mariah stood on her own two feet again. She bent down and retrieved the flogger. “Don’t forget my present.”
About the Author
A lover of unusual things, Cheryl Dragon enjoys writing unique stories with sinfully hot erotic romance. Her two favourite settings are Las Vegas and New Orleans...where anything can happen! Cheryl lives in the Chicagoland area with her deaf albino cat. By day she analyses numbers for a division of a large international conglomerate, which leaves the creative juices free for her erotic romance novels.
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