Dealing With Discipline (Domestic Discipline 2)

“I thought you would be protesting your spanking first,” he teased, pulling at the laces on her corset, desperate to get her undressed. Eleanor’s face blazed hotter and she looked away, no longer able to meet his eyes. “Does this mean you enjoyed that?”

“No,” she said stubbornly, although she still couldn’t look at him. Then her eyelashes flicked as the corset was tossed away and he took her breasts in his hands, squeezing them through the silky material of her chemise.

“Well I enjoyed it,” he said, watching her face as he fondled her breasts and pressed his lower body to hers. With her weight supported by the bed it was easy for him to slide between her thighs, his cock nestled against the hot snugness of her body. His voice lowered to a verbal caress, seductive and hungry. “I enjoyed seeing you bent over that counter, your gorgeous arse up in the air, turning dark pink with every slap of the spoon. I enjoyed hearing you cry out my name, hearing you beg me, hearing you moan.” Eleanor let out another little moan, her eyelashes fluttering as her nipples turned to hard little pebbles that he pinched and rolled with his fingers. The pulse in her neck throbbed and he leaned forward to that he could lick it before whispering directly in her ear. “I enjoyed seeing how wet you became while I spanked you, knowing that some part of you wanted it.”

One hand slid between their bodies and pulled up the front of her chemise so that he could cup her womanhood with his palm, one finger slowly sliding inside of her as Eleanor gasped and clung to his coat. She was now straddling one broad thigh, which was supporting his hand as the heel of his palm pressed against her swollen pearl, his finger swirling inside of her tight tunnel.

“No…” she whispered, a useless denial.

“Don’t lie to me, Eleanor,” he whispered into her ear, nibbling on the sensitive lobe, feeling her body riding his hand and thigh, her sheath tightening around his probing finger. “We both know that you enjoy it when I punish that sweet arse of yours and then fuck you hard afterwards.”

Eleanor moaned, a guttural sound of pure erotic need, arching against him. Placing his mouth over hers, Edwin kissed her deeply, drinking in the sounds of her passion. They rocked like that back and forth, his finger fucking her until he felt her begin to quiver and then he pulled away, leaving her leaning against the bed, shaken and unsatisfied.

“Take off the chemise,” he ordered as he began to untie his cravat.

Licking her lips, Eleanor stared at him, her sapphire eyes dark with lust, the swollen tips of her breasts pressing against the thin fabric, sensual need obvious in every line of her body. For a moment he thought she might protest, continue to fight, but then she pressed her thighs together and a small shudder ran through her. The needs of her body conquered her desire to rebel and she submitted to him, grasping the hem of her chemise and pulling it over her head as he dropped his cravat to the floor, pulled off his jacket and began unbuttoning his waistcoat.

“Up onto the bed,” he said softly. “On your hands and knees, facing away from me.”

Again he thought she might refuse, but then she turned, tendrils of golden hair caressing her shoulders, and climbed up onto the bed. The sunrise colors of her creamy cheeks had deepened and merged to become a brilliant overall dark pink, with a few darker tinges scattered across the landscape. He nearly tore the front of his breeches in his haste to get them undone.

Feeling even more vulnerable than usual, Eleanor glanced worriedly over her shoulder. She truly felt as if she was putting something more than just her body on the line, giving in to Edwin the way that she was. Yet it felt so natural, so right. But frightening as well.

“Edwin?” she asked, craning her neck to try and see where he was and what he was doing, feeling a sudden need for reassurance.

“Stay just like that Nell,” he rasped, his voice heavy with passionate urgency. “God you’re beautiful.”

The mattress dipped and then she felt him behind her, caressing the curve of her bottom and making her whimper a little as his hands brought back little flickers of flame across the sensitive surface. She’d almost become used to the low burn until he’d touched her cheeks an

d it flared up again, his fingers feel rough against the sensitive surface of her skin. Then the head of his cock brushed up and down the wet crease of her quim and she moaned as the burning shifted, spreading from the surface of her body to deep inside of her.

Why did this feel so good?

They both groaned as he pushed inside of her, her snug passageway gripping the length of his cock in a way that pleasured both of them as her muscles stretched. Two rocking thrusts and then he was buried completely inside of her, staring down at her gloriously red ass which was flush against his groin, the creamy skin of her unmarked back a stark contrast to her buttocks. Eleanor’s head tipped backwards and he reached forward, wrapping his hand around her jaw and thrusting his finger between her lips. She mewed like a cat, her sheath squeezing him and releasing as her tongue licked against his fingertip like it was a small cock.

He pumped his finger into her mouth and then pulled it away to trail down her back and grip her hips before he began to withdraw from her body, feeling her shudder beneath his palms. Leaving just the head of his cock inside of her wet heat, he paused.

“Tell me you want me Nell.”

“Edwin…” Her head dropped forward, thrusting her bottom upwards even further and he knew that she was trying to hide her flushing face, even though he couldn’t see it anyway.

“Tell me Nell.” Running his fingers over the heart-shaped flaming red of her bottom, he pushed in and out slightly with his cock, teasing her swollen folds. “I want to hear you say it.”

She was burning for him, her entire body on fire for him, of course she wanted him… she just didn’t want to say it. But the stark desire in his voice called to her too, the idea that he wanted her just as badly as she wanted him. Perhaps in more than one way.

“I want you,” she whispered into the sheets.

“I can’t hear you.”

“I want you, Edwin,” she said, practically moaning his name and she felt his cock jerk inside of her as it surged forward, heard the urgent need in his voice as he groaned her name and plowed into her. Her back arched as he bottomed out. “Edwin, I want you.”

The rough thrusts of his body as his hands pulled at her hips were enough to send flaring pain through her already punished cheeks, his body slapping against them and causing them to jiggle and ripple with every shove of his cock into her juicy tunnel. Eleanor moaned and her fingers dug into the sheets, her body bowed down before him like a worshipper as she lowered herself to her forearms to brace herself against his rough thrusts. And yet… he found himself wanting to see her face more than he wanted to see her red bottom bounce and quiver.

Pulling himself out of her, Edwin flipped her onto her back before she realized her body was empty, shoving himself back in between her spread thighs with a force that took her breath away. Her face was flushed, her pink lips open as she moaned almost without taking time to draw in new breath, eyes bright blue and unfocused as her lashes fluttered over them. Beautiful. Erotic. A woman in passionate heat, freshly punished and writhing in sexual need.

“Edwin!” she cried out in surprise, her hands coming up to rake across his chest. Nails bit into his skin and he groaned, the shock of her sharp attack almost making him lose control. It felt good, too good. He grabbed at her wrists and held them down above her head as he lowered his mouth to hers, giving her the fleeting image of an avenging dark angel looming over her before he began to plunder her lips.

With her hands trapped in his, Eleanor felt so incredibly small and vulnerable beneath his hard body. It reminded her of when they’d been in Paris and she’d fulfilled one of his fantasies, which had involved tying her to their bed while he’d pleasured and filled her. Only this was far more intimate than a cravat, far more dominating to feeling the strength of his fingers wrapped around her delicate wrists, holding her securely in place. Pain in her bottom flared as it rubbed against the fabric of their covers with his thrusts slamming her into the bed, her legs wrapped around his with her ankles digging into the backs of his thighs as she tried to draw him deeper into her. His cock seemed to fill her completely, over and over again, her helplessness against his hard hands, the complete surrender of her body to his as he held her down, had her screaming his name as she climaxed in a burst of heat and light.