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Dealing With Discipline (Domestic Discipline 2)

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For a moment her body shifted and she frowned. Hugh. She had discovered that bliss with Hugh, not with Alex. Alex had never made her blood run hot or her lungs collapse; Alex was safety and warmth, Hugh was sparking flame and a fluttering in her stomach. The man in the dream lifted his head from her breast and she saw his golden hair, his azure eyes blazing for her.

Hugh.

The most exquisite sensation speared through her core and she cried out, waking herself up to find that her dream had become reality. Except that Hugh's angelic countenance was not hovering over her the way he had been in the dream, it was buried between her legs with his mouth intimately connected to her body.

"Oh! - Don't!" She gasped and her body jerked as his tongue probed her sensitive folds.

Her hands moved down to push him away but instead her fingers caught in his hair and she found herself pulling his head into her, as if urging him to continue in the unnatural act. Everything inside of her said that he should not be touching her... kissing her there. Yet it felt so unbelievably good that she was melting underneath the skillful laving of his tongue, her body quivering like a harp string as he continued to lick and suck on her womanly parts.

"Huuuugh..." His name came out as a moan as her legs moved fitfully, her body screaming for the relief that she'd experienced the night before.

But surely this wouldn't... surely she couldn't...

Before she could truly understand what was happening, she already was.

The heat and pleasure burst forth as Hugh sucked some incredibly sensitive part of her between his lips; the tingling ecstasy rippling outwards from that area between her legs.

Watching Irene come apart for him, her sweetness on his lips and her mostly bared body writhing, was the most incredible thing Hugh had ever seen. She had woken up so hot, so imbued with passion, that she hadn't even noticed that her entire body was lying exposed to his eyes, that her breasts were free and jiggling with every movement that she made. In the light of day she was even more beautiful and he found himself rather satisfied with his first sight of her naked body being the morning after their wedding day.

As her throaty cries of completion came to an end he pulled himself up onto his knees and wrapped his hand around his cock, jerking it roughly and quickly. It only took a few moments before his seed shot forth and landed on her coppery curls and the swollen pink lips of her cunt purse, decorating her with swathes of white fluid. Blinking up at him through confused and passion hazed green eyes, Irene almost looked like a virgin sacrifice - especially with the speckled red of her lost virginity staining the sheets beside her where she’d lost it the night before.

"Hugh?" she asked in an unsteady voice as he panted, his member slowly shrinking in his hand now that it had been spent. While he would have liked to have finished inside of her, he hadn’t wanted to hurt her and he wasn’t sure how sore she would be this morning.

He smiled at her gently. "Good morning sweetheart."

"What just happened?" Looking down at herself, Irene was rather shocked by the stark white sticky fluid that was on the copper curls covering her mound. Blushing hot red all over again, she quickly tugged down her nightrail over her breasts and hips, sitting up as she drew her legs upwards.

Chuckling as this repeated show of modesty, Hugh went to dampen another cloth and brought it back to clean her with as he explained. "That was part of making love sweetheart. At least it can be. It's a way that a man can bring pleasure to a woman. I didn't want to really make love to you again because you're going to be a bit sore today after losing your maidenhead and you need time to recover but," he smiled ruefully. "I just can't seem to keep my hands off of you."

"And... what is that?" Irene pointed at the seed coating the curls of her mound without looking at it as Hugh pushed her nightrail up and her legs down. She didn't resist his ministrations even though they obviously embarrassed her, that fetching blush staining her cheeks again.

"That's my seed," he explained, marveling at Irene's complete innocence. Were young brides always this uninformed? Or perhaps her cold mother just didn't care to give Irene any more information that she had to. He could certainly believe that of the Baroness. "When it is released inside of you, that's what will eventually give us children."

"Oh." Irene blushed, glanced at it, and then turned away again, wrapping her arms around her upper body as if to shield her breasts from his gaze. Frankly that just made her look even more appealing, as hints of her breasts peeked out from between her arms... except... Hugh frowned.

"Sweetheart..." He ran his finger over the pattern of bruises on her upper arm, only visible to him now because of her position and the light coming into the room. Certainly he hadn’t noticed it the day before, although he realized that her dresses probably would have been covering it anyway. "Did I do this to you? Why didn't you tell me I was holding you too tightly?"

"What?" Irene twisted her head around to look at then caught his eye, her blush fading as she paled and glanced away again. It was starting to bother him how often she avoided looking at him. "No, you didn't do that." Her normally soft voice was clipped and sharp and he didn't bother to ask who had.

The Baroness. Her own mother had left bruises on her arm, on her wedding day. Hugh would be willing to bet his title on it. And Irene protected her mother by showing that it was not a topic up for conversation. Not that he needed her to tell him. The Baron would never handle his daughter so roughly and no one else would have dared handled Hugh's wife that way.

"If she ever does anything like that again, tell me," Hugh said shortly, his voice tense with anger. Irene gave him a rather wild look, the way a half-feral cat might look at a human - hope combined with worry and a tinge of fear - before bowing her head and using her hand to cover up the marks as if she was ashamed. Bending his head, Hugh kissed her in reassurance. "I'll go get Flora, she can give you a bath to relax in before breakfast."

Then he had to leave the room before he lost his temper and Irene saw how infuriated he was with her mother.

Rather confused, Irene huddled on the bed. Hugh had been so gentle with her last night, but when his face was lined with anger he'd looked rather ferocious. Almost frightening, and not in the way that he normally frightened her with her reactions to him. Nibbling her lower lip, she twisted her head around to look at her arm again. The bruises weren't particularly bad, they'd fade after a few days. She rather wondered at Hugh's reaction; no one else had ever really cared how she was treated in her mother's care. It seemed as if Hugh was angry with her mother, was that why he wanted to

know if her mother bruised her again? Would he make her stop?

Something like hope rose up in Irene's chest. While she'd told her father once that her bruises came from her mother, he hadn't done anything about it once he'd known they'd been inflicted by his wife. She hadn't had a champion since Alex...

Alex!

How did she keep forgetting about him? Hugh's very presence was more than disturbing now that he had complete access to her body and her senses, he was actually driving the love of her life from her mind! Irene groaned as her lower body throbbed with the remembered ecstasy as she focused on it. Definitely a mistake.

Sternly she told herself that she needed to keep her goals in mind. She must learn as much as she could about making love so that Alex would take her as his mistress, so that at least she could have some small part of him and pretend to be his wife the way she'd always wanted to be, and she must keep Hugh happy and satisfied so that he would teach her.

And also, a tiny little part of her admitted, because some secret part of her heart wanted Hugh to be happy with her.



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