Libby Learns Her Lesson (Swift Justice Book 3)

by Dinah McLeod

  When her dress slid from her shoulders, she pushed it the rest of the way down and stood before him in her skirts and shift.

  “My God, woman,” he gasped.

  “Do I get to undress you?”

  The question seemed to take him off guard, but he nodded. Libby’s eyes surveyed him, stopping at the bulge in his trousers. Seeing it made her breath quicken. She knew she should undo the buttons of his shirt first, but something about that bulge drew her closer. Then, before she knew quite was she was doing, she was reaching forward and brushing her hand over it. Almost as soon as she had, her hand froze as she looked up to scan his face.

  His eyes were closed and yet, he looked almost vulnerable. That didn’t seem possible. Wesley was such a big, strong man, so steady, so sure of himself. And yet…

  Libby, unable to ignore her curiosity, undid the button of his trousers. When his cock sprang forward, long and hard, it was nothing like she’d expected. It certainly didn’t look like anything that could hurt her. Perhaps her mother had been wrong about that part.

  Her eyes still on his face, she grasped him a bit tighter in her hand, and when he moaned, she suspected that she was on the right track. She, being a lady, had never seen a man’s privates, much less given thought to what to do to them when she did. She expected her mother to give her the particulars, but her mother had only spoken about obligation and pain with a grimace on her face and her eyes fixed on the wall, not looking at Libby at all. It hadn’t been overly helpful. But Libby found Wesley’s verbal cues to be an apt guide, and when he grunted, his cock hardening in her hand, she cupped her hand and began to move it slowly up and down his shaft.

  “Is… is this alright?” she asked timidly.

  “It’s more than alright, honey.”

  But she wasn’t sure, as both his face and voice seemed taut. Perhaps she should be going faster.

  “Libby…” Her name was a hoarse whisper on his lips. “Libby, you…”

  “Should I stop? Am I doing it wrong?”

  His brown eyes opened and he gave her a grin that made her heart catch in her chest. “You best, darlin’, or else there won’t be any fun for you tonight, and we don’t want that, do we?” He bent his head and kissed her cheek. Then he murmured huskily in her ear, “But there was not a thing wrong with what you were doin’. Hear me?”

  She nodded, feeling such a warm rush of love toward him that she could hardly contain herself. Was this what marriage was like? She felt so happy and warm inside that she was nearly giddy with the feel of it. And when Wesley looked at her, with his eyes so full of passion and possession and she knew it was all for her, she wanted nothing more than to please him.

  “Let me help you,” he said, reaching for her skirts. With gentle, deft hands, he pushed them down and offered a hand so that she could step out of them.

  She’d dropped her eyes to the floor and kept them there. She’d never been naked in front of a man before and it felt embarrassing. Yet, at the same time, her body was responding to the feel of his eyes on her skin. Her thighs were pressed together to hide her lady bits, but there was an undeniable heat pulsing from them.

  “Look at you.”

  His voice came to her ears sounding both tender and awed and she shyly lifted her eyes to his.

  “Look at you,” he repeated, reaching up with a hand to gently caress her hair. “You’re a sight so beautiful everyone should see you,” he told her, his voice husky with emotion. “I can hardly believe you’re all mine.”

  Then they kissed. They came together, their lips pressing hard against each other’s, passionately. Then they were walking backward, tumbling together on the bed. Her fingers found his shirt buttons and she began to undo them deftly, as though she’d done it a thousand times before. And he was caressing her breasts while his tongue explored her mouth. It only took a moment for her nipples to become hardened pebbles under his touch.

  “Beautiful,” he murmured as they broke apart, breathless. Then his mouth was on her taut nipple and the heat in her belly boiled until it felt like there was a furnace rushing through her veins. Strangely, she didn’t mind it. It made her feel beautiful indeed, and alive.

  “Wesley,” she panted, squirming underneath his tender ministrations. The feel of his mouth on her skin was so unbelievably good that surely it was a sin. She had to keep reminding herself that they were married in the sight of man and God.

  “Lie still, woman, or I’ll heat that bottom of yours,” he growled playfully before going right back to what he was doing. Then, his fingers wandered and began to caress and toy with the other nipple while he sucked its twin.

  She flushed even warmer at the mention of a spanking—something that, until now, had wrought fear each and every time he’d mentioned it. But right now, for some strange reason, it sounded almost… pleasant. Libby gasped in surprise as she felt liquid from her own sex spill onto her thighs. She pressed her legs tighter together and prayed that Wesley didn’t notice.

  But Wesley read her better than his own name. He stopped immediately and sat back, looking at her. “What is it?”

  She was quick to avoid his eyes, feeling her cheeks heat at the sudden attention. “N-nothing.”

  “Libby Swift,” he said, his tone lowering as he frowned at her.

  She couldn’t tell if he was truly being stern or only teasing her, but she squirmed guiltily either way. “It’s nothing, Wesley. Truly.”

  “Young lady…”

  Her cheeks now feeling like hot coals had been placed on them, she spread her legs so that he could see the evidence for himself. When he began to chuckle, she couldn’t help but look at him to see what he thought was so funny.

  “Is that all?” he queried. “Honey, that’s nothing to be embarrassed about. It just means you’re enjoying yourself.”

  She looked at him dubiously.

  “It’s a good thing,” he promised, his fingers moving to stroke her damp thighs, wringing a reluctant mewl from her. “But I do have a question.”

  “Yes?”

  “Is this proof of your enjoyment due to me playing with your gorgeous breasts, or is it because I threatened to spank you?”

  She gasped aloud and fixed her eyes on the ceiling, silently vowing not to look at him for the rest of the night, if she could help it. His chuckle told her that he was enjoying this! He was delighting in embarrassing her! She didn’t want to give him the satisfaction, but she couldn’t stop her cheeks from blushing scarlet.

  “Well, if you’re not going to answer me, I reckon I’ll just have to test it for myself.” Without another word, he loomed over her once more, his mouth coming down on the other breast. Then, just like before, he suckled it while his fingers tweaked the other.

  That went on until she felt like she couldn’t take another moment. She was gasping and squirming and burning all over. He stopped right before she began to come undone.

  “Well, how was that?”

  Libby, still a bit bent out of shape at being poked fun at, refused to answer, though she was certain he must already know.

  Wesley slid his fingers inside her weeping lady bits, making her cry out in surprise and pleasure. “Hmm,” he mused, as though he hadn’t noticed her reaction. “Now, to test the other.”

  “Wesley! You can’t be serious!” she protested, finding her voice at last.

  He lifted a brow, though both his eyes danced at her. “Oh, but I am, Mrs. Swift.” He grinned. “Now, will you go over my lap willingly, or will I have to force you?”

  Scowling, not finding this funny in the least, she sat up and dutifully went over his lap.

  “What, no argument, no pleas? If I knew all it took was giving you a ring, I would have made you my wife long ago.”

  She rolled her eyes skyward and didn’t trouble to reply, bracing herself for the first swat. When it came, it wasn’t at all like she’d expected. It wasn’t hard and punishing, but light and only slightly stingy. For some reason, the sting didn’t bite into her flesh bu
t felt somehow pleasurable. She didn’t know what to make of it, and as the spanking continued, the smacks slow and leisurely, each one light and loving, she felt something strange happening. Her breath began to come in fast, little gasps and she had to clench and unclench her toes to keep herself from vaulting off his lap. Not because it hurt, but because it made her feel so strange. Her body was surging with even more warmth than before and every few spanks she felt more liquid slide down her thighs, which embarrassed her to no end. She didn’t care what Wesley said, surely it was shameful, and to be happening over a spanking, of all things!

  When her bottom was warm and tingling all over, Wesley let her off his lap. But he didn’t test her pussy with his finger this time—just a glance made his smile widen and his eyes sparkle at her.

  “My naughty little bride,” he teased.

  “Wesley, please,” she choked out. “Please, don’t tease me. I can’t take it.”

  “Oh, Libby.” He reached for her and cupped her face between his hands. “Alright, we won’t speak of it.”

  She sagged against him gratefully, but it was only a moment before he was tilting her chin up and bowing his head toward her. His kiss was slower this time, but just as hungry. They went on like that for what seemed like forever—kissing and letting their hands roam as they explored each other. When Wesley’s hand came to part her thighs, she was more than ready for it. She wasn’t quite sure what would happen, although his exploring her with his finger earlier had given her a bit of an idea. Whatever was to come, she strongly suspected that he would answer the call of her pure, wanton lust.

  “I’m going to make love to you now,” Wesley murmured in her ear as he lay her back on the sheets, as gently as though she was his one and only treasure.

  She’d thought she’d feel at least a frisson of fear at his pronouncement, but she only felt eager. And if there was shame in that, she was too caught up in her desire at the moment to care.

  Wesley’s finger came to her wet pussy once more. He inserted it slowly, smiling as she gasped and mewled at the contact. Then he moved it gently in and out. “How’s that?”

  “It feels…” She cast her eyes away, but then changed her mind and met his gaze boldly. “It feels wonderful. Will you do it again?”

  He threw his head back and laughed so loudly that she began to fear the other patrons would hear him. “Oh, yes, my love. I’ll do it as often as you like.” And true to his word, he slid his finger in and out again, and again, until her body was limpid and she was practically purring like a housecat. Then he added another and her pleasure was doubled.

  “Oh, Wesley,” she gasped. “Wesley, you have to stop. I can’t take anymore.”

  “I certainly hope that’s not the case,” he said as he withdrew his fingers. “Because I was planning for you to take a lot more than that.”

  Her eyes slid to his long, hard cock, and she drew in her breath.

  “Well, what do you think? Should we save it for another night?”

  She considered his question before slowly shaking her head. If there was something even more wonderful than what she had already felt, she wanted it all. She wanted to know all the secrets of marriage and womanhood, right then.

  “Alright then. Lie back for me, Libby, and try to relax.”

  She did just as he instructed, and when he thrust his cock into her sopping wet pussy, slow and gentle, she arched her back and cried out in delight at the feel of him.

  When they began to move together, it was like performing a dance she’d known all her life with the perfect partner. Somehow, he knew exactly what she wanted nearly as soon as she’d thought it. He’d begun gentle and slow, but she soon yearned for more. And answering her silent cry, his thrusts had sped up to match her need. She raised her hips to meet him time and again, her own cries of desire matching his grunts of pleasure.

  Libby felt a fist clenching and unclenching in her belly. Then, suddenly, it was clenched harder and then harder still. “Oh, Wesley.” Then, as it continued, she cried out again, with urgency.

  Wesley stopped, mid-thrust, looking at her with passionate, fiery eyes. “Did I hurt you?”

  “No, just… it’s just… it feels so wonderful.”

  To her surprise, he burst into laughter. “Oh, honey. Oh, my darlin’ girl. You have no idea how happy I am to hear you say so.” And then, he resumed, his thrusts seeming even more fluid and the ball in her tummy grew and grew until it exploded. Liquid heat coursed throughout her entire body, making her mewl and flush with pleasure. Even her toes were curling with the delight of it.

  “Oh, Wesley!” she cried out, no longer caring who might hear them. “Oh!” She opened her eyes to smile at him and he was looking back down on her, and in that moment, she could see herself as he saw her, as a woman utterly and delightfully beautiful. It filled her with a rush of love so deep that she felt she could happily drown in it.

  Then his thrusts quickened and came faster together until he came with a long, loud grunt. Afterward, he fell on top of her, spent. It was a strange thing, to be trapped beneath a man. He smelled heavily of sweat and manly musk, but she found that she didn’t mind. Libby half expected him to roll over and go to sleep—she herself was feeling wonderful, but exhausted.

  “How are you feelin’, honey?”

  “Fine,” she murmured, quite inadequately. She couldn’t help it—there wasn’t a word to express all that she was feeling.

  He smiled at her, his eyes lighting up, and she took a moment to gaze at him—her husband. How strange to think that after all the rejected suitors and her mother’s mounting despair, she had a husband after all. He wasn’t the one either of them had expected, and yet, he looked at her in a way that made her valued and cherished. The way he was looking at her now, as though he was drinking her in, as though he couldn’t get enough.

  It was almost funny. She’d never expected to be loved by a man like Wesley Swift—her father had nearly coerced him into courting her in the first place! Yet, there was no doubt in her mind that he adored her.

  Moreover, she’d certainly never planned to love him in return. Yet somehow it had happened. Somehow, bit by bit, more with every passing day, he’d won a place in her heart until she couldn’t imagine it ever feeling whole without him in it.

  “What’s so funny? Do I amuse you, wife?”

  She must have giggled aloud. She hadn’t realized. “I was just thinking.”

  “Oh?”

  “Of the day my father made you court me. I was just thinking, who could have imagined we’d end up here, having…” She couldn’t say the word aloud. It was too crude. But the meaning was plain as day on her face as she blushed.

  “Oh, I could. I knew it the minute I had you over my knee.”

  “You did not!” she protested, giggling.

  “I most certainly did. I thought to myself, I want to spank this woman for the rest of my life.”

  “Wesley, stop it!”

  “I hope you’re not callin’ me a liar, wife,” he chided playfully, wagging a finger at her. “If you are, I’m afraid we’ll have to reenact that first spanking I gave you.”

  “But I’m not wearing any clothes,” she reminded him. “I suppose I could put my skirts back on.”

  “Don’t you dare,” he growled. “Besides, I spank my wife on the bare.”

  She made a face. “Perhaps you should have told me that part before.”

  “Too late now. You’re mine.” He wrapped his arms and pulled her closer. “All mine. Now, would you rather we reenact the first spanking, or perhaps you’d like to let me make love to you again?”

  “But… but we just did it! Surely, you can’t…”

  He took her hand and guided it between his legs. She gasped to feel that his cock was hard and ready to take her all over again.

  “Well, I’ve been a good girl, so I suppose there really is no choice, is there?”

  “Oh, yes,” he murmured huskily as he lowered his head and kissed the nape of her nec
k. “A very, very good girl.”

  With a delighted sigh, Libby closed her eyes and settled in against the pillows as her husband took delight in her body. And her mother had been wrong—it hadn’t hurt a bit.

  The End

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