Bound by Her Promise

Lysa spun around, letting her skirt fall to her knees and clenched her fists into balls. “How dare you!”

Blake grabbed her arm, pulling her away. “I said be quiet.” He pinched her arm and she shrank as he despatched a stern stare.

“You need to keep her under control,” said Harkess returning to his seat. “Or else I shall have her back in the punishment block or she might benefit from some time in the cells. As for you, Blake. I heard of your threats to the constable. Consequently, I’m docking a week’s pay.”

Lysa heard a sharp intake of breath from her husband, but he kept his lips pressed firmly together.

Harkess grinned. “You may go.”

Blake said nothing to her as they hurried back to their pod, avoiding the curious bystanders. A few miners heckled, asking Blake if he’d given her a good thrashing, while her friends, those wives she conversed with regularly, gave her sympathetic expressions and mouthed incomprehensible words at her. She stumbled as her legs began to give way under her.

Back in the privacy of the pod, he told her lie on the bed. She complied without protest. He brought her food and drink, but she pushed them away, unable to contemplate food in her repulsed stomach.

“No, eat.” He held out a fork and she begrudgingly took it. He sat at the table and ate his own.

Having managed to eat half of what he gave her, her eyelids drooped and she turned onto her belly. A few seconds later, she tensed. He’d raised her dress up. Something icy touched her bare behind and she jerked.

“The balm to soothe your marks,” he said softly.

The coolness drove away her sleepiness and she squirmed as he caressed her bottom. “Uhm, that feels better,” she muttered.

“You were wet,” said Blake. “Earlier.”

She stiffened, and raised herself up on her elbows. Next to her, Blake shrugged his shoulders. “You were.”

“It wasn’t my intention… I didn’t notice it…” she stammered. Why had her body made a mockery of her anguished thoughts? She’d given Harkess the impression she’d been turned on by her degrading inspection.

“When I caned you, you were wet too,” he murmured, stroking the tops of her thighs.

Her skin bristled. “No,” she declared. “I could n

ot have been.”

“It wasn’t a conscious response. Perhaps, my spanking you has trained you to behave in a certain way.”

“What a horrible idea.” She shuddered.

“Don’t worry about it.”

“How can you say that? It is not all right. I… I… don’t enjoy being punished.”

“I never said you did. Nor do I enjoy punishing you, but what you did enjoy is me taking control of the situation. You weren’t afraid of me, you trust me, unlike the constable, and it took away the stress of the caning. When you cried at the end, it wasn’t from pain, it was relief.”

She vacillated between wanting to lash out at him and argue over his presumptions and bursting into tears for unearthing her innermost thoughts, the ones she chose to bury deep inside. She opened her mouth and shut it again.

Blake slid a hand up her dress and circled a finger around a nipple. “Frankly, it doesn’t bother me that you get wet, as long as you curb your attitude and behave. What is important at the moment is that it has been five whole days since I last fucked you and we should address this issue urgently.”

A multitude of goose bumps transformed the surface of her skin and in her belly, a passionate, needy fire for sex was ignited.

He flipped her over, divested her of the dress and before she could catch her breath, lay between her parted legs, keeping his weight off her. He continued to tease her breasts, licking his tongue over her nipples as they transformed into little pebbles then he rolled them between his finger and thumb. His head dipped down and he lowered it, kissing her tummy as he shifted farther south.

She held his head in her hands, running her fingers through his downy fuzz. Below, between her legs, his oral exploration centred on her folds and excited clit. Tiny pants escaped her mouth as he flicked the tip of his tongue, fluttering it like the wings of a hummingbird. She wrapped her legs around him, resting her heels on his sturdy back, lifting her tender bottom up. He cupped her buttocks in his hands, but didn’t squeeze or torment them.

“Oh, Blake,” she moaned, twisting her head from side to side. “I’ve missed you.”

He chuckled, then buried his face in her slit, lapping her juices.

“Please, I want you,” she murmured.