Dealing With Discipline (Domestic Discipline 2)

"She... ah... yes..." Irene's pale face heated to a bright pink that clashed adorably with her flaming hair. Leaning back against the pillows with her legs firmly together, as he approached she pulled her knees up to tuck against her chest and wrap her hands around himself around herself. Her wariness returned now that he was no longer kissing her.

Hugh smiled reassuringly, laying himself down on his side next to her, close but not quite touching her. "It's all right, sweetheart," he murmured as he stroked his hand down her arm. She looked at it as if it were a snake, his reminder of the talk that she’d had with her mother bringing back her fear. So far everything had been quite delightful, which meant that they weren’t to the bleeding, painful part yet or the boring part. "We'll take this slow."

He reached up to cup his hand around the back of her head and pull her mouth back down to his. He'd already seen how she melted into his kisses and considering her obvious anxiety over the marital act, he decided it was best to slowly seduce her body until she was past the point of thinking. Past the point of worrying. It might just kill him to take things so slowly, but it would be worth it in the end if he could convince her that making love was wonderful rather than fearful.

Slowly he shifted until she was beneath him, although he didn't rest his weight on her. Irene was lost in his kiss, in his gentle caress as he stroked the side of her stomach with one hand. It wasn't until she felt the brush of fabric against her thigh that she realized he was slowly pulling the hem of her nightrail upwards, to expose her body to him.

Putting her hands up, she was shocked when her fingers encountered bare skin. She'd almost forgotten that he was nude. Hugh pulled away to look down at her as she stared at her fingers, splayed across his chest. Her skin was so much lighter than his, he looked almost golden next to her pale ivory. Curious, she stroked the wiry hair she encountered there, reaching down to explore the flat pink nipple until she heard him hiss and she snatched her hands away, remembering where she was and who she was with and what they were doing.

"Don't stop," Hugh husked, grabbing her hand and bringing it up to touch his chest again, lowering his mouth to hers. The skin of his nipple was baby soft with a hard little nubbin in the center, and she felt, more than heard, him groan as her fingertip ran over it. Suddenly the length of his hard body was pressing against her side and she realized that her touch must have some kind of effect on him. Perhaps the same disturbing effect that he had on her?

Experimentally she rubbed her fingers over the little nub again and his kiss suddenly intensified, his tongue thrusting deep into her mouth as his body pressed against hers. Perhaps that weight should have frightened her, but instead she found h

erself turning towards him, eager to press herself against him as well. Despite the fire burning through her, she found that she craved the heat of his body. Her fingers stroked through the hair on his chest, returning to his nipples over and over again as he flexed his hips against the side of her thigh.

When his hand touched the bare skin of her thigh she cried out in surprise. Her nightrail was ankle length when she stood, how had he pulled the skirt up so high without her noticing? Now he was trying to pull it higher still, to expose her body to him.

"Wait," Irene cried out, tearing her mouth from his. Her pink lips were swollen from his kisses but her eyes were wide with confusion, desire and more than a touch of fear.

"What's wrong sweetheart?" Hugh asked, nuzzling his mouth over her ear and licking at the soft lobe. Irene moaned, unable to stop herself, as a shudder went through her body. Her hands clutched at the bunched fabric of her gown, trying to pull it downwards, but Hugh didn't let her. "I want to see you."

"No, please..." she begged, looking up at him and Hugh sighed as he looked at her and saw the consternation in her expression. "I can't... it's so immodest!"

He laughed, but he also stopped trying to tug up the rest of her gown. "Very well sweetheart, you may leave the gown right here. I will push it no higher and you will push it no lower."

Irene might have protested, but then Hugh pressed his hot, wet open mouth to her neck, licking at the sensitive skin there and she found herself moaning and writhing, her hands automatically coming up again to press against his chest as he shifted more of his weight atop her. Almost feverishly, she wondered at his compromise when he obviously wanted her to be as nude as he was; she had half-anticipated that he would force the issue. Instead he was letting her retain a bit of her modesty and she was grateful for it.

She needed that thin shield between them, because she was fast losing herself to the mindless pleasure that his hands and mouth were igniting within her. Only she found that it wasn't enough to protect her. Hugh's hands cupped her breasts through the gossamer material, squeezing gently and her insides spasmed in response. Nothing had ever felt so good... at least, not until he lowered his mouth to her nipple and sucked it into his mouth, his tongue laving over the fabric and rubbing it against her sensitive nub. Crying out, Irene found herself clutching Hugh's head to her bosom, her back arching as she thrust her breasts up towards him.

What was happening to her? She'd had no idea that the force of her strange reactions to Hugh could ever turn into something like this. Completely out of control, she couldn't stop the sounds coming from her mouth or her legs from spreading as he settled his weight between them. It felt good to have him there, right somehow, and she found her hips lifting and rubbing against him as his mouth attended to her other nipple. Looking down she could see the outline of her hard nipple clearly through the wet fabric, just as his fingers closed around it, his mouth already suckling at its twin.

In that moment she gave up and gave herself over to the vortex that was sucking her under. It was useless to fight and she no longer had the strength. Sinking into the pleasure that Hugh was creating inside of her body, Irene clung to him as she felt his fingers stroke intimately between her legs. The fire inside of her leaped in response. Her hips moved up and down as his fingers touched her in ways that he shouldn't, but that felt so good she couldn't bring herself to protest.

Then something hot and hard nudged her where his fingers were and Irene moaned, thrusting her hips upwards, seeking more.

"I'm sorry," Hugh whispered in her ear, and before she could ask what for his own hips were thrusting forward and something stung her had between her legs. She cried out in pain, blinking tears from her eyes as she felt something rip, clinging to her husband in shock. Hugh murmured comforting words into her ear, soothing her with his hands. "It's over now... that's the only time it will hurt, I promise."

Moaning, Irene shifted beneath him, trying to get away from the hard rod that was pressing slowly inside of her. The sharp pain had subsided almost immediately but it was replaced by this strange ache as something pushed into her. Looking down, Irene realized that Hugh was pushing that strange appendage into her body. Her eyes widened.

"Hugh, no, it's too big!" she cried out. Surely something that large couldn't fit inside of her. If only she hadn’t seen him before, she wouldn’t be so frightened now!

"Shhh, sweetheart, it's alright," he said soothingly, lowering his head to kiss her.

She wanted to tell him that it wasn't alright, that he was wrong and his thing couldn't possibly fit inside of her body, but his mouth muffled her protest.

Lifting his body slightly from hers he slipped a hand down between them to rub her wetness along her pleasure bud. He could feel the stiffness of her body beneath his and he knew that she needed to relax if she was going to find any enjoyment from their coupling. It would also give him time to gather his control as the wet heat of her body clasped him so tightly. Although he regretted the necessary pain of divesting his wife of her maidenhead, the surge of masculine triumph that he'd felt in breaking that barrier had been both unexpected and extremely erotic.

Now her sheath rippled around him, squeezing him in a way that he'd never experienced before and it was all he could do to hold himself still inside of her. Giving her time to adjust before he fully breached her body.

As he rubbed the pads of his fingers over her clit, his mouth devouring hers, he could feel her begin to respond to him again. Her inner muscles relaxed, the stiffness of her limbs softening, and her fingers stopped pushing at his chest and began to move in small circles through his wiry hairs again. A woman's soft submission, everything he could desire and more as she began to move her hips slightly, rubbing herself against his insistent fingers.

Hugh hadn't lied to her; the pain had receded almost completely, especially once he'd begun to use his fingers on her again. While some small part of her insisted that she shouldn't enjoy him touching her there, the pleasure was far too great for her to heed that voice. When he began to push into her, deeper, joining them further, she could feel her body welcoming him in.

To her utter surprise, he truly did fit inside of her. She could feel it when his body met hers, fused together at their centers, and her insides squeezed around him. It felt as if he was so deeply inside of her that she shouldn't have been able to hold him, and yet magically she did.

"Irene..." Hugh breathed her name into her ear, his arms holding her, cradling her almost now that he was fully sheathed inside of her. "God... Irene... you feel so good around my cock... you have no idea how good you feel, sweetheart."

He kissed her again, drinking her in, and she wrapped his arms around her neck as she dazedly took in the new word. A cock... Hugh's cock was inside of her.