She shook her head, not sure which statement she was responding to, but unwilling to trust her voice to answer. Everything had become confused.
There was a slight rustle of clothing behind her and then Edwin's fingers retreated, leaving her moaning for relief. It only took a moment before his hard rod was splitting her open from behind, bringing back the memory of the first time he'd taken her from behind after a spanking. Now, as then, her body responded with eagerness, despite the jolts of pain every time his furred groin pressed against the tender skin of her bottom. His body hair rasped and abraded the welts, and yet she couldn't stop herself from pushing back against him, spearing herself on his shaft. It pierced her body open, sensuous friction as it tunneled into her wet heat, the heavy grip on her hips helping him to control the long slow strokes that he was taking in and out of her body.
Eleanor groaned and shuddered, wriggling as Edwin took his time with her, admiring the sight of her disciplined bottom jiggling as she tried to back herself onto him. The pink crinkled rosebud of her anus winked at him between her beaten cheeks, a sinful and delightful sight. Despite her obvious reluctance to show her arousal, honey was dripping from the hole he was thrusting into, coating his cock with a sheen of moisture. The punishment had not been pleasant, but the pain had easily been turned to erotic heat, giving way to rising pleasure.
From her movements beneath him, which were slowly becoming more frantic, he knew that she was beginning to feel the crest of her climax. Her hands pressed into the bed, trying to push her body back against him to increase the pace of his thrusts, her hips wriggling in his hands. It took all of his self-control not to give in to the temptation to pound hard into her; instead he kept his slow, steady pace as Eleanor's erotic moans increased in intensity, rising in volume as her sheath tightened around him.
"Edwin... Edwin please..." The need for release was becoming almost painful, her husband's control over her body, over the pace of their lovemaking was keeping her right on the edge of culmination without allowing her to go over.
"Tell me Eleanor," he leaned forward, driving deeper into her as she gasped, his voice hoarse with lust. "Tell me you like it." His hands shifted on her hips to cover her bottom, fingers digging into the soft, reddened flesh, awakening nerve endings with fiery tendrils of pain that blossomed and combined with her pleasure. Back arching she cried out, pushing back against him, wanting more of the exquisite mix of sensations he was creating within her, not caring where it came from. "Tell me, sweetheart."
r />
"I like it," she sobbed out, pushing back against him. "Oh God Edwin... don't stop..."
He growled and lunged, slamming into her mercilessly, just the way she craved it. The abrading roughness of his thrusts against her bottom, the fast hard thrusts into her shuddering quim, sent her careening forward into a free fall of ecstasy. Eleanor writhed before him, beneath him, her sobs of pleasure falling onto his eager ears as she tightened and convulsed around his rampaging cock, moaning his name over and over again.
With a grunt of exertion, he pulled himself free of her body and grasped her around the waist, tossing her up fully onto the bed before she knew what was happening. His wife looked up at him with pleasure glazed eyes, her body still trembling from the aftershocks of pleasure, as he crawled on top of her, sliding his cream-covered cock back into her snugly, squeezing passage.
"Edwin... oh no... It’s too much..." Eleanor's eyes rolled back into her head as he thrust strongly into her, her body overwhelmed by the feel of her husband's weight on top of her, her sensitive bottom rubbing against the nubby material of the bed sheets in a way that sent sparkles of pain sizzling through her. And yet the overriding sensation was one of extreme pleasure, pleasure so intense that she struggled uselessly against it as her husband began to ride her again, filling her over and over as he rutted between her splayed thighs.
Her fingers dug into his shoulders, nails scoring over his muscles as she heaved and writhed beneath him. Legs wrapped around the backs of his thighs, Eleanor’s body seemed to draw him deeper even as she pleaded with him to slow down. Mewling whimpers escaped her throat as her bottom flared with heat on the sheets beneath them, her insides quivering and tightening around the thrusting iron rod, her husband’s flesh pulsing within her own.
“Again sweetheart,” Edwin demanded, his voice rasping over her sense as he buried his face into her neck, biting at the sensitive skin. She gasped and undulated as his hand slid down between them, rubbing against the swollen, sensitized nub at the apex of her sex.
“No, Edwin, I can’t… I can’t…. oh please…” Eleanor’s back bowed, so forcefully that she almost lifted her husband off of her as he tormented her swollen flesh.
“Yes, again,” he murmured, and bit her earlobe as he squeezed and thrust.
Tears leaked from her eyes due to the intensity of her climax, she screamed Edwin’s name – a feat that he’d never accomplished before no matter how pleasurable her prior releases had been. The sound of his wife wild with passion echoed in his ears as her legs and arms wrapped around him and held him tightly, every muscle in her body rigid and throbbing. He groaned and shuddered as he emptied himself into her hot cavern, filling her with jet after jet of creamy seed.
They rocked together, their movements slowing as their muscle unwound. Wrapped around each other so closely that he could barely tell where he ended and she began, Edwin closed his eyes and greedily inhaled the scene of his well-pleasured wife. She was so soft and supple beneath him, everything he’d ever dreamed a wife would be. For this he would endure a great deal more than an evening without dinner.
When he finally released her, Eleanor let out another little whimper and rolled onto her stomach, easing the pressure off of her bottom.
Edwin chuckled as she let out a moan of relief now that the tender area wasn’t being crushed by their combined weight.
“Stay here sweetheart,” he murmured into her ear. For a moment Eleanor hated him. As if it wasn’t already humiliating enough that he’d punished her and then commenced with taking his marital rights, and doing it in such a manner that she’d lost complete control over her body, now he was laughing at her?
But she quickly revised her feelings towards him when he came back to the bed and began to smooth a cool cream onto the flaming globes of her bottom.
“Ooooooo… that feels so good…”
It was amazing how Edwin’s hands could be hard as rock when he was spanking her as opposed to the gentleness with which he now touched her. There was a tenderness to the slow circles he made on her flaming skin, soothing her both physically and emotionally.
“I’ve been thinking sweetheart,” he said conversationally and Eleanor bit back the immediate retort that wanted to spring from her lips. “I’m going to neglect you terribly for the next three days and then we’re going to go on our honeymoon. I think it’s best if we get out of the city for a few weeks. We were both thrust into this so quickly, we’ll be able to gain some distance from our day to day lives, spend some time with each other and then have a fresh start when we come back.” Very gently he turned her over onto her back so that he could see her face, slightly flushed and her eyes still a little swollen from crying while she was being punished, she looked absolutely beautiful with her disheveled blonde hair falling around her shoulders. “What do you think?”
“If it pleases you, Edwin,” she murmured, making it sound as though she would agree to anything that he wanted, although he was fairly certain that he saw a small spark of excitement in her eyes. For some reason part of her didn’t want him to know how wonderful that sounded to her.
“Shall we go to Paris, darling?” he asked, sliding his hand up her stomach to fondle her breast. Eleanor bit her lip and her eye lashes fluttered as her nipple darkened and hardened under his touch. Leaning his face closer to hers, Edwin brushed damp hair back from her forehead with his other hand. “Would that make you happy?”
“Yes,” she whispered, and then bit her lip again, her expression looking almost confused.
It was a good idea, Edwin decided as he lowered his mouth to hers, kissing her gently at first and then with rising passion. Shifting on the bed so that his long body lay against the length of hers, he continued to fondle her breasts as he deepened the kiss. Eleanor was fighting the marriage, but perhaps instead of familiarity what she really needed was a complete change of scenery to help her adjust. There were too many distractions from each other here; not just his work but their social lives, their friends… on their honeymoon she would have to interact with him and he could work at making her happy while simultaneously doing what he could to uncover the sweet and generous woman that he knew she truly was.
Chapter 8
The next three days passed quickly for both Edwin and Eleanor as they readied for departure. His sudden announcement had taken her by surprise and she found her time filled with overseeing packing, sending their regrets to invitations and the other million small duties that needed to be seen to in order for travel. There was barely time for her to have a small chat with her mother, most of which centered on the plans for Hugh’s wedding. The slightly bitter jealousy that she'd been feeling every time she'd had to hear about Hugh's wedding plans had mostly dissipated now that she had her honeymoon to focus on.