Claiming His Wife (Domestic Discipline 4)

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Soaking in her bath, Eleanor didn't think she'd ever been so happy. Edwin had taken care of her all morning, until he'd received some correspondence from London that he'd had to answer immediately, and he'd handed her over to Poppy for a bit.

The poor man had seemed a bit at a loss this morning, especially when she'd cried. Which amused her, because he certainly didn't mind her tears when he was turning her bottom a hot, bright red. But when he wasn't doing that, they seemed to panic him a bit.

She still wanted to kick him, just a little, because of his confusion and complete lack of understanding as to why hearing him say "I love you" was so important. When she'd tried to explain, he'd said, "If ever a day should go by when I don't say I love you, may never a moment pass without you knowing I do. Do you hear me sweetheart?" She'd nearly swooned.

Although he'd then admitted to having read it somewhere in the past, but he'd insisted that the sentiment was his. A small smile slid across her face as she remembered the panicked expression on his face when he thought she might cry again. Silly man. But his words had warmed her and he'd seemed willing enough when she told him that she would like to hear it more often. Even if he didn't understand it.

"You look quite a bit better."

Playfully, she scowled as she opened her eyes, focusing on the darkly handsome man who was closing the door to their bedroom behind him. She couldn't summon up any true ire at the moment. Her mood was far too happy and relaxed.

"Are you saying I looked unattractive earlier?"

Edwin just grinned at her, his dark eyes dancing. "When? Before, during or after you were emptying your stomach into the basin?"

"Wretch," she said, laughing as she flicked water in his direction. Her heartbeat seemed to pick up as his eyes traveled down to the water she was laying in, lingering on her rounded breasts and pert nipples. Eleanor was feeling much better than she had been this morning. Smiling wickedly, she reached for the washcloth hanging on the side of the tub. She had already used it to clean herself, of course, but that wasn't the point.

Her husband's gaze sharpened as she dragged the cloth up her arm, and to her shoulder, watching as the droplets of water ran down her skin. The water was perfectly clear, nothing to obscure his gaze as she moved the cloth down and rubbed the nubby material over her breasts. Her nipples, which had already been hardening, tightened into tiny buds instantly with the stimulation.

"Mmmm," she purred, rubbing them a little harder than was necessary, arching her back to thrust them up. Droplets slid down the exposed curves of her breasts as they rose up out of the water.

"Tempt

ress," her husband rasped. She smiled, hearing the slithering of clothing that indicated he was already undressing.

With a soft little sigh, ignoring his accusation, she ran the washcloth down her stomach and between her legs. The little pleasure bud there stood to attention as she rubbed the cloth in a slow, circular motion over it, making her moan with true pleasure. Warmth pressed against her shoulders and she opened her eyes to look into her husband's.

Dropping the cloth, she tilted her head upwards for a kiss.

"Oh no," he murmured, sliding his hand into the water and picking up the cloth to press it back against her sensitive folds. "Keep going."

Eleanor scowled at him. "I only did it to get you over here."

The rakish grin that Edwin gave her made her heart flutter. It looked like he had the very devil in his eyes. "I know... but I want to watch you."

A blush crept up her cheeks. It was one thing to behave like a wanton in order to tease him, quite another to have him so close to her, watching her as she touched herself in a completely unladylike way. Yet, the intense hunger in his dark eyes made her want to please him.

Almost hesitantly, she took the cloth back from him, the water swirling as she circled it over her pleasure nub. Edwin shifted, moving behind her, his mouth lowering to her neck to kiss and suck at the sensitive skin. His hands lowered into the warm water, cupping her breasts and squeezing them. It felt strange and erotic on her slick skin, especially as his fingers pinched her nipples and slid off of them.

Sensations collided, enhancing her pleasure, and she found herself pressing the cloth harder as she rubbed up and down. Edwin's hands plucked and rubbed her nipples, unable to get a firm grip thanks to the water. Arching her back, she found herself moaning as he sucked at the tender skin connecting her neck to her shoulder. Knowing that he was watching the movements of her hand under the water, the way the blue cloth contrasted to her golden curls as they swirled in the currents.

The needy itch was growing, blossoming, and she realized that she was going to climax from touching herself.

Just as she reached the cusp, Edwin suddenly released her breast, grabbing her arm and pulling it away. She cried out at the interruption, her body straining for the orgasm that was just out of reach. Leaning over her, Edwin's mouth caught hers, stifling her distress with his kiss. It only made her burn more.

When he pulled away, she glared at him.

"Time to get out of the tub, sweetheart," he said, giving her a knowing look. She gritted her teeth.

"Damn you," she cursed, as he helped her to stand on shaky legs. Then she cried out, shuddering as he pinched her nipple. The tender bud was even more sensitive than usual, and the flash of pain had her clinging to him.

"Don't be naughty, Nell," he teased, although there was a firm note in his voice that indicated he meant what he said. Just because she was with child didn't mean she would be able to run amok, saying and doing whatever she wanted without facing any consequences. Eleanor was sure that Edwin would prove creative if he felt the need to punish her. She bit her tongue against cursing him again as he helped her step out of the tub.

Her body felt exquisitely sensitive as he toweled her off, rubbing it briskly over her limbs and spending more time on her breasts and between her legs. Eleanor had her hands pressed on his shoulders to help her keep her balance. She rocked her hips as his fingers slid through her slit, trying to keep the contact.

"Edwin, pleeeease," she said, moaning in distress when he pulled away, leaving her aching.