Punishing His Ward (Domestic Discipline 3)

"Are you going to ruin me or not?” Taking a deep breath, she readied herself for his reaction to her next threat. Whatever she had to do to stay in the room. “If not, I'm sure someone else would be happy to!"

"That's it."

******

Grabbing the little minx by her bicep, Wesley hauled her up against him and kissed her. Possessive fury rode him, directing his actions, even though he was well aware that she was making an empty threat. She gasped and then melted into him, all soft curves and woman pressing against him. Not that she was going to get her own way, but he needed her off guard for a moment.

He ended up taking much longer than a moment as he savored the kiss and the sweet taste of an eager young woman. While he believed her when she said that she was untouched, he'd never met such a wanton virgin in his entire life. Not that he spent much time with the breed, but he was still convinced that she was entirely an Original, in this as in other ways.

Pulling the silken sash from her wrapper, he looped it around her wrists before pulling away from the kiss, dropping the rest of the garment on the floor. She beamed up at him, looking rather dreamy, sure that she had gotten her own way. He doubted she even noticed that he’d tied her wrists.

Wesley would enjoy being married to Cynthia, he was quite sure of it. He liked her brazenness, her passion, her wanton ways - as long as they were confined to him, as well as her spirit, humor and intelligence, but he would be damned if he allowed his wife to prod him around or manipulate him the way she was trying to.

Tossing the long end of the sash over the top of his bed, so that it wrapped around the bedpost, he used it to haul Cynthia's arms over her head.

"Oh!" she said in surprise, looking up as her wrists were lifted. Wesley's cock, which was already hard and ready to sink into her, throbbed as fear flickered across her face along with some excitement. He wrapped the other end of the sash around her wrists and tied them tightly, leaving her bound to the bedpost and up on her toes - which made movement rather difficult for her. Her back was arched, thrusting her breasts and bottom out, temptation incarnate. "My Lord, how long do you expect me to stand here like this?"

Only the slightest quiver in her voice gave away her uncertainty and anxiety. Damn but she was bold. Which he normally appreciated, but he would appreciate much more after they were properly wed.

"Wesley," he said, pulling the special box he'd brought back from India out from under his bed. He'd given Hugh and Edwin each one for their wedding gifts and he'd kept one for himself. Of course, he hadn't truly anticipated ever using it for a wife, more likely for a mistress... he had no idea if Hugh and Edwin had used theirs but he liked to think that they might have found an opportunity to at least utilize a few of the items. He was very much looking forward to how Cynthia would react to them tonight.

"What?"

He looked up at her, amused. "We're going to be married in a week, you might as well start calling me by my given name." Fortunately the length of cloth he was looking for was right on top. "Although perhaps not right now."

Before she could respond, he was standing in front of her and tying the gag around her head. He couldn't quite tell, since her face was fairly shadowed because of their angle, but he was quite sure she was glaring at him. As usual, her aggravation only made him feel even more cheerful. Especially now that she was bound and gagged and entirely at his mercy.

If she wanted to wake him with her mouth on his cock then he certainly had no objection to that, but not until they were married. Wesley had been doing his best to play by the rules, although if she'd chosen a different way of getting his attention then he might have succumbed to her persuasions and divested her of her virginity. But he wasn't going to let the little witch think that she could just wake him in the middle of the night, catch him off-guard and get her way. Letting her push him around using sexual wiles would be far too dangerous a precedent to set.

Which, unfortunately, meant that he wasn't going to sink into her hot, wet quim tonight either. But he could certainly satisfy himself, and her as well, without giving her what she had come for. Still, he intended to exact a certain price out of her hide for her attempt. And hopefully he wouldn’t find her sneaking into his bed before the wedding night again if he made the lesson sharp enough.

From the way she was wiggling and the muffled noises she was making behind her gag, she obviously had more to say to him. She could wait. After attempting to force his hand, it would be good for her.

Grinning, Wesley picked up the little metal clips with dangling red jewels. He was quite sure Cynthia would have never experienced anything quite like them. At the time he’d chosen the red jewels because he liked the color, but he was looking forward to seeing them adorn her lovely nipples. The red would suit her; brazen and passionate, just like her.

"Hold still," he said, pressing her back against the post with his body, pinning her there with his hips. Cupping the heavy mound of one breast in his hand, he lifted it and lowered his head. His fiancé made a little moaning sound as his lips wrapped around her nipple, which was tightly ruched and ready for loving. Wesley sucked the little bud into his mouth and nipped at it, hardening it even further as Cynthia began panting.

He looked up to see her head leaning back, resting against the pole, as she arched her breasts out at him, her body begging for more.

Perfection.

******

The Earl - Wesley's (could she really become accustomed to calling him by his given name? She hoped so, he seemed to want her to) - mouth on her breast was heaven. Hot, warm, wet, and his clever teeth and tongue were playing with and pulling on her nipple, creating the most delicious sensations that went straight through to her pulsing core. It made her feel so empty and needy, so very tingly and wet.

/> She didn't like being up on her tiptoes and she certainly didn't like being gagged... but this might be worth it. Her utter helplessness had a certain appeal to it; the fact that the Earl could put his hands and mouth anywhere that he wanted, do anything that he wanted to her was wildly exciting. Especially because she never knew what he was going to do next - this certainly hadn't been something she'd expected. If being tied up to his bed and letting him have his way with her was punishment, she didn't think she was going to end up being a very obedient wife.

When his mouth switched to her other nipple, the one left behind was wet and throbbing, feeling the cool air even more acutely. The pole was wedged between her buttocks and she ground her front against the hard ridge of his cock, rubbing herself as much as she could when she could barely balance on her toes. It was absolute torture... exquisite torment. And more than anything it proved that the Earl was the kind of man she desired.

So many men had tried to seduce her in order to pleasure themselves, although she thought they would have done their best to ensure she enjoyed it. The Earl, when presented with fait accompli, hadn't just fallen on her like a ravening beast; he was taking his time and pleasuring her as well. All of this remarkable man’s focus was entirely fixed on her. Although with him she might not have minded the ravening beast.

Her nipples were aching, throbbing, and making the rest of her body pulse with need. The area between her legs felt like it had a burning, tingling itch that begged to be scratched by his fingers or whatever he felt like scratching it with. Even if she hadn't been stretched out and up on her toes, she would have been unbearably uncomfortable from the strength of the erotic desires coursing through her.

And she couldn't even beg him to touch her because of the gag in her mouth. The inability to communicate her need to him, being forced to wait for him to touch her, made her even wetter.

The Earl leaned back, looking down at her breasts as if to admire his handiwork. Cynthia looked down too, fascinated by the way her nipples had turned a darker pink under his ministrations and how prominently they stood out upon her chest. Grasping the first breast he'd suckled on in his hand, the Earl lifted it again, and this time she noticed that he had something in his other hand. It looked like jewelry, silver with a red jewel hanging from it.

Watching her face, the Earl closed it around her nipple.