Punishing His Ward (Domestic Discipline 3)

e allowed her to tie the cravat around his head, before dropping his head back to the pillow beneath it. His fingers gripped the rail he was holding so hard that the bed creaked.

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Utterly delicious.

If Eleanor was asked to describe how her husband looked at this moment, those were the words that came to mind. His hard body was tense, stretched out before, a veritable banquet for her eyes. In fact, that was part of why she'd wanted to blindfold him, so that she could look her fill without feeling awkward, as he could no longer watch her look at him.

Trailing a finger down the center of his chest, all the way to his belly button, she watched in fascination as his muscles tensed and quivered. Out of the corner of her eye, she could see his fingers re-wrap around the rail of the headboard, as if he was reminding himself not to let go. Licking her lips, she lowered her mouth to his chest, kissing one brown flat nipple.

His cock jerked and he sucked in air in response. From the way his jaw tightened, he liked that nearly as much as she enjoyed having him play with her nipples. When her teeth nipped at the tiny bud, he growled under his breath and Eleanor giggled.

"You'd better not be laughing at me," he said darkly, his head swinging towards her. She could just imagine the glare that she was receiving beneath his cravat.

Instead of answering, she just lowered her mouth to his other nipple, her hand on his stomach tracing lower to brush against the silken shaft of his cock. Edwin moaned. A rush of heady power went through her. Was this what he felt like when he had her tied down and at his mercy?

No, of course not. He'd inevitably feel more. Because when she was tied down, she was truly at his mercy, whereas she was all too aware that at any moment he could decide he was tired of indulging her and she'd find herself on her back with him between her thighs in a heartbeat. The thought of him turning the tables on her made her heart beat faster, but that wasn't the point of tonight.

She wanted to explore. To see if she could pleasure him the way that he pleasured her. To know more about his body.

Lifting her head from his nipples, she brushed her fingers over his cock, watching as it strained and jerked at her touch. It was an angry, reddish looking color, and the tip was weeping a whitish creamy substance - his seed. Fascinated, Eleanor rubbed her finger through it and Edwin groaned again, his big body shifting towards her.

"You like that?" she asked, rubbing her finger over the tip of his cock again, collecting the wetness and spreading it over the bulbous head of his shaft.

"Yes, I like it," he replied through gritted teeth.

It was all Eleanor could do not to giggle again. Shifting herself down the bed, she pressed her lips against his hip, her face very close to his straining cock as she worked up the courage to actually put the turgid organ in her mouth. How would Edwin react?

He seemed to like her lips against his hip, especially when she nibbled gently on the jutting bone. Letting her fingers play over the length of his cock, she worked her way down to the heavy sack beneath. It was wrinkled, soft, and Edwin's grunt of surprise followed by his low moan when her fingers gently rolled the swellings within it told her that it was also very sensitive.

"You like this too."

"Yes." His voice was short, almost angry. The bed creaked again.

Eleanor realized she had better get to the main event soon or she might not get her chance. Gathering her nerve, she gripped his cock at its base. It was hot and hard in her hand, and Edwin's breathing began to quicken as her fingers wrapped around the shaft.

For a moment she hesitated, and then she leaned forward, taking the entire head into her mouth. It was soft against her tongue, textured, and his seed tasted slightly bitter and slightly sweet at the same time. She wasn't sure if she liked it. But she did like the taste underneath, a kind of musky, hot male flavor that made her want more.

Edwin gasped, his hips rising, trying to push more of himself between her lips, and she was so surprised that she let him. Yes, he liked this very much. As some of her saliva began to gather at her mouth, she sucked to keep from actually drooling down his cock, eliciting another moan and jerk of the hips from her husband. Oh... he liked that too. Experimentally she sucked again, moving her head up and down a little bit, the way he thrust into her body when they were making love.

Quite suddenly her mouth was empty again, the flavor lingering on her tongue, and her head was pulled back so that she faced the furious, glittering dark eyes of her husband.

"Where did you learn to do that?"

Chapter 5

Possessive fury had a hold of Edwin like nothing ever before. At first he'd been enjoying Eleanor's tentative explorations, frustrating though they were. He'd been able to feel her hesitations, her delight, and so he'd persevered and relaxed enough to lose himself in the sensation. After all, the whole point of removing them from London had been to take the time to reconnect and woo his wife, prove that he wasn't taking her for granted. Allowing her to take the lead, to blindfold him no less, was part of that.

He'd been enjoying her ministrations so much that when her hot mouth first clamped around the head of his cock, all rational thought had flown from his brain. Only the slightest vestiges of good intentions had kept his fingers wrapped around the rail of the headboard, rather than flying down to press her mouth more firmly on him. Then she'd sucked, her tongue flicking against him, her mouth sliding further down his cock and back up, and he'd had the sudden, horrifying realization that Eleanor had quite a bit of knowledge that she shouldn't.

Throughout their marriage so far, she'd experienced quite a few things that he was sure most wives in their social set hadn't. In part thanks to the wedding present Wesley had given him, as well as his own particular tastes, but not this. It just hadn't been on the top of his list, not the least because it meant trusting Eleanor to be on her very best behavior as he would be putting his most tender parts in her care.

And while she was no longer the unmanageable brat he'd married - indeed, she'd become quite the proper lady in public, for the most part - he hadn't been sure whether or not to introduce this particular act into their lovemaking yet.

While he could see that Eleanor might think of kissing his cock, even licking it - after all, that was what he did to her pussy on a regular basis as he loved the sweet taste of her honey and watching her writhe as he pleasured her - he couldn't quite countenance that she would think to take him within her mouth and suck. Ergo, someone else had introduced the idea into her head.

Which was when he'd ripped the cravat from his eyes and grabbed her by the base of her hair, pulling her off of his cock, unable to even enjoy the sight of her kneeling over him in that gauzy night rail, her lips wrapped around his shaft.

Sitting up as he was, he was big enough that he still had to tilt her head back to see her eyes, gleaming sapphires of shock as she stared up at him. Edwin's hand tightened on her hair when she didn’t answer him.