Claiming His Wife (Domestic Discipline 4)

"Patience, sweetheart," he murmured, dropping the towel down next to the tub. He unpinned her hair, letting it tumble down her back like a cascade of sunlight. Sweeping her up in his arms, he carried her to the bed as she wound her arms around his neck and peppered kisses across his shoulder. Her teeth scraped against his collarbone, making him shudder slightly, and he tightened his arms around her to ensure that he didn't accidentally let her drop even an inch.

Handling her like she was made of fine china, he laid her down on the bed, crawling eagerly on top of her and sliding his hands up her arms until he reached her wrists, which he pinned down beside her head. The soft little whimpering noises she made in the back of her throat went straight to his cock, which was already rock hard from watching her touch herself. She rocked underneath him, rubbing herself against him, seeking to be impaled on his rod.

Eleanor's passion never failed to inflame him, making him struggle for self-control as his wife tried to quicken their pace. All his experience as a rake helped, but only so much. He desired Eleanor like he had no other woman in his life. His to cherish, to protect, to love. It still made him chuckle to think how insistent she'd been on hearing the words. Not that he'd ever meant to withhold them from her, he just hadn't realized he'd never said them.

After all, their love match was the talk of the ton. Every society matron was constantly commenting on how he doted on her, the way his eyes always followed her. The men were well aware of his affliction, especially the dangerous rakes and seducers. They might eye Eleanor from afar, but they were well aware that her husband would be less than accommodating, and none of them had a desire to meet him at dawn merely for flirting with her. Or speaking with her. Or even looking at her. Edwin didn't care that he'd gained a reputation as a possessive and overly affectionate husband. Although he was amused that his wife was apparently the only person who hadn't heard the news.

Wrapping his long fingers around both of her slender wrists, he used his free hand to pick up one of the ropes that he'd permanently attached to their headboard. It was a soft, silky length of material that he could wind about his wife's wrists without worrying that it would harm her delicate skin. And having the rope readily available meant that his valet had no more cause to complain about ruined cravats.

"Edwin, no, pleaaaase," Eleanor begged as he wrapped her wrists tightly, securing them over her head, knowing that having her hands tied meant that he was going to take his time. Tease her. Play with her. Torment her, while she was bound and helpless and unable to even urge him along.

This was what she got for trying to tease him when she was in her bath.

"Perfect," he murmured, sliding his body back so that he could admire the pretty picture she made, with her golden hair spilling across the pillow, her arms stretched upwards, and her breasts thrust up with their pretty pink tips, like a sweet offering for his mouth and hands. He cupped her breasts, watching her face as he pinched her nipples tightly.

Eleanor writhed, the stinging sensation of pain mingled with pleasure shooting through her and making her already sensitive body wind even tighter around the tension in her belly. Her husband was looming over her like a dark god, his eyes boring into her, watching every nuance of her expression as he pinched and rolled the tender buds, tugging on them and making her pant as she twisted and squirmed beneath him. Rubbing her thighs together did nothing to ease the growing need between them, and she groaned, arching her back and begging him for more.

Scooting back, Edwin straddled her thighs, one hand still on her breast, the other gliding down her stomach towards her mound.

"Edwin, please, touch me," she begged, trying to lift her hips, but unable to with his weight on her lower body.

"I am touching you, sweetheart."

She moaned. "More... please... touch my... my pussy."

Those were the magic words. Edwin loved to hear her breathlessly begging him, using terms that would never pass her lips in any other situation. On the other hand, she knew that too, and she was becoming more comfortable using them. Hoping that it would push him into doing what she wanted.

So he slid one finger down her slit, feeling the scalding heat of her folds, gliding through the slick cream.

"Like this?" he asked, swirling his finger in a small circle.

Eleanor groaned, squirming beneath him even more as she tried to trap his hand, to rock against him. "No, Edwin, please, more."

"So bossy," he said, shaking his head. "But yo

u're not in charge, are you, Eleanor?"

"No," she said, her blue eyes pleading with him to give her what she wanted. Needed. She was willing to say anything to get it.

Leaning down, he kissed her belly, amazed that it held the spark of life beneath its slightly rounded surface. His finger probed and she gasped, shuddering as he pumped his finger slowly in and out of her grasping channel. When he withdrew again, her voice broke on a sob.

Quick as a wink, Edwin had her flipped over, settling her on her knees with her upper body stretched out before her. She looked over her shoulder at him, her expression a mixture of sexual frustration, need and outrage.

"You said you weren't going to spank me while I'm pregnant!"

"I said I wouldn't punish you," Edwin said, holding one hand on her lower back to keep her in place, his other hand raising and coming down on her rump with a sharp smack. His wife let out a low moan, her hips pressing up against his hand on her lower back, as if trying to lift her bottom to ask for more. "I don't want you distressed... but this isn't distressing you, is it Nell?"

His voice was a low, seductive croon, and as he spanked the other side of Eleanor's bottom, she moaned again. It was true, she wasn't the slightest bit distressed. If anything, she was more turned on than ever. Edwin's darker fantasies were beyond anything she could fabricate for herself, but whenever they indulged in them, it aroused her to wild heights. She trusted him not to harm her, and truthfully she couldn't see the harm in being spanked like this, as he wasn't anywhere near her belly, but she'd had to protest anyway. Even though she liked it, sometimes, when he spanked her, she always felt as though she should voice the proper, feminine outrage.

She really shouldn't enjoy it when he ignored her protests completely.

The flurry of stinging slaps to her backside had her burning up, inside and out. She moaned as Edwin's hand punished, then caressed, and then stroked her soaked slit, before rising up and peppering her bottom with sharp smacks again. Tugging at the restraints, she begged him for more every time he thrust his fingers inside of her, the pleasure rising up until she felt like she might orgasm from the feel of his hand coming down on her burning, aching flesh.

Edwin spanked her until her bottom was a hot, flushed pink and her arousal was dripping down her thighs. His cockhead was dark red, angry looking and demanding to be buried inside of her. Something that he wasn't going to deny himself any longer.

Flipping his wife on to her back, Edwin grasped her thighs and pulled them apart. The swollen lips of her pussy blossomed like a flower, coated with creamy dew, her clitoris so plump and eager that it was engorged larger than he'd ever seen before. Hooking her legs over his arms, he reached up to cup her breasts as he lined up his cock with her wet heat.

"Yes, oh please, Edwin, please, yeeee-EEEES!" Eleanor screamed as he thrust forward, her body bowing and clamping down around him as he pinched down on her nipples and used them to hold her in place as he filled her.