Claiming His Wife (Domestic Discipline 4)

"What if you'd been accosted in the streets?

SMACK! SMACK!

"You and Cynthia could have been attacked and hurt, coming over here unaccompanied at night!"

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

The idea that she and Cynthia might have been attacked on this little excursion left him breathless with anxiety. Although he loved Grace's spirit, he wouldn't tolerate her putting herself in danger. He was just starting to win her back; it would kill him to actually lose her. Anger surged through him again at the lack of care she showed for her own person.

"Ow! Dammit, Alex, we were perfectly fine!"

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

Grace howled as Alex's hand came down between her legs rather than on her ass, smacking against her pussy lips with a humiliating wet sound.

"But you might not have been!"

The panicked rage in his voice took her aback, even in her own self-involved little world of pain and embarrassment. The way he said it, sounded like any injury to her would have hurt him. He sounded like Edwin or Hugh or Wesley... like he really, truly cared. And wasn't he showing it right now? Behaving just like them, punishing her because she'd put herself in danger? Well, and also the other things he'd said, but there was no doubting from the force of his blows what he was most upset about.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

His hand came down on her pale thighs, making her gasp and kick at the new sensations. It stung so much more than when he was spanking her ass. The fiery sparks were licking at her all over, her bottom, between her legs, the backs of her thighs... it felt like her whole backside was being roasted. She cried out, louder, not caring anymore if the staff might be able to hear her.

"Please, Alex, I wasn't! I won't do it again, I promise!"

"No, you bloody well won't."

His hand moved back up to her bottom, which was already bright pink and sensitive, and Grace howled. Tears were beginning to slide down her cheeks and on to his desk, but even though she kicked and squirmed beneath his hand, she found that she couldn't let go of the far edge of the desk. Her fingers curled around it as if she was hanging on for dear life. Why couldn't she let go? Was it because she felt like she deserved this punishment?

Because she really did. She was feeling more than a little guilty about going through Alex's things, especially since she hadn't found anything against him. There was no righteous anger to give her cause, no vindication. All she'd found was a portrait of herself and letters from her father that showed Alex's protection of her. Not to mention, she would have been furious if she'd found Alex going through her things. Or if he'd lied about where he was. Or if he'd put himself in some kind of dangerous situation. Because she cared too.

The tears spilled faster, not because he was hurting her - although it did hurt quite a bit - but they came out in a cathartic rush as she accepted her punishment. She cried because of her father's lack of care, because Alex carried a portrait of her and - it seemed - had for years, because he'd protected her from both her father and Society, and because he still cared enough to punish her. To spank her instead of pushing her out on the streets, alone and unprotected. To discipline her, the way her well-loved friends were disciplined.

"Grace?" Alex's voice was almost hesitant, his hand gentle as he smoothed it over her burning, throbbing bottom. "Sweetheart, are you alright?"

Part of her wanted to say something bratty, to point out that he'd just roasted her bottom, so how could he expect her to be alright? But all she did was nod her head, still crying.

"I was going to give you a taste of the belt, but I think you've had enough," he murmured, still sounding worried. Then his hand slipped down betwe

en her legs. "Ahhh." Not so worried now; the exhalation of sound was smug and almost triumphant, to her shame.

Grace couldn't explain her body's reaction or why she was still clinging to the desk as his fingers slid through the slick wetness of her womanhood. She just whimpered, her hips bucking upwards to encourage the contact. The pleasure helped to ease the throbbing ache of her bottom, even though she was fairly certain that same ache was what had caused the arousal. She moaned and shuddered as his finger drew the wetness down around her little pleasure nub, rubbing against it.

Other men had touched her like this, but she'd always felt somewhat disengaged, as if she'd had to concentrate in order to focus on the pleasure. With Alex, she'd never had any difficulty. Her own emotions kept her riveted to whatever he was doing to her body, completely engaged in the feel of his fingers as they massaged her clit and slid between the folds of her nether lips, spreading her cream around the entire area.

The edges of pain, from the spanking, seemed to balance out the ecstasy of his touch, pulling her even further into what he was doing. She moaned again as he swirled his fingers, throbbing and burning inside and out.

"Dammit," he cursed, his voice hoarse, and then suddenly she felt him kneel behind her, both of his hands on her bottom cheeks, spreading them open so that cool air and his hot breath wafted across her pussy lips. Grace whimpered. "I'm just going to taste you, sweetheart, if you want to stop me, all you have to do is stand up."

Stop him! The voice in her head shrieked, but her body just clamped down tighter around the desk, silently begging him to continue.

The first swipe of his tongue went straight through the center of her pussy, and Grace cried out. His fingers dug into her sore bottom, sending more sensations rioting through her as he began to suck and nibble on her pussy lips, licking her all over except the one place where she wanted it most. Hanging on to the desk, Grace moaned. Because of her position, she couldn't really move her body, all she could do was lie there and take whatever Alex would give her.

But it wasn't enough.

She felt like screaming in frustration as her pleasure built, but not fast enough, not high enough. The vast emptiness inside of her only seemed to grow as Alex took his time, savoring her taste. From his own moans, she could tell he was enjoying feasting between her thighs, and that aroused her even more.

"More, more, Alex please, I need more," she begged, her insides contracting as his tongue slid around her swollen clit. If she could have lifted her hips, she would have, but with her toes barely brushing the floor there was no chance of that.