Dealing With Discipline (Domestic Discipline 2)

When his lips moved to suckle at the tiny scrap of flesh at the apex of her slit, Eleanor cried out as she came again, almost before she was ready to. Edwin's skillful handling of her body left her at his mercy, her hips moving in rhythm against his mouth as he squeezed and kneaded the tender flesh of her buttocks. Pain flashed through the waves of pleasure, sending her higher, and her head thrashed back and forth with the utter rapture of it.

As he finally allowed her to descend from the pinnacle again, Eleanor was moaning from the rush of sensations. Her netherlips felt incredible sensitive in the aftermath of two climaxes. When Edwin began to lick up and down her slit again she wanted to protest, his tongue now felt as though it was rasping against the sensitive surfaces, but no matter how she twisted he was relentless.

She felt almost dismayed as tension began to coil in her belly again; her muscles already felt weak and watery from all she had been through. If she hadn't been gagged she'd be begging him to mount her, to end it, because she knew that he certainly wouldn't stop until he'd been satisfied as well and she didn't know how much more she could take. Every inch of her body felt like it was buzzing, she could swear she heard a ringing in her ears like a bell that droned on incessantly, and yet still Edwin licked and pleasured her.

The sensations were almost too much to bear and she found herself crying out in protest behind the gag, tears sparking in her eyes as the pleasure began to veer towards painful. She fought against the rising tide, trying to turn her thoughts to anything other than Edwin's questing tongue. Then she felt him release one of her buttocks and fingers pressed against the opening of her pussy, spreading her as he sheathed them in her tunnel. The stretch of her inner muscles left her gasping as her body moved instinctively, involuntarily, heightening the needy pleasure.

Watching the dismay on her face, Edwin searched out that one spot deep inside of her. He knew when his fingertips rubbed over it because she moaned in denial. A fine glow covered her skin, not quite sweat, but a bit of moisture from her exertions as he toyed with her body. She didn't have the strength to fight him successfully, but she was resisting his ministrations.

Unfortunately she couldn't completely resist the dictates of her body, and as his fingers stroked and pumped, his mouth closed around her clitoris again and his tongue rubbed and licked it in time with his fingers and Eleanor screamed behind her gag, tears stinging her eyes as she was forced into a third orgasm. This time it felt as if fireworks were actually exploding inside of her body, as painful as they were pleasurable.

Her body was wracked with spasms, shaking her and leaving her breathless as she tightened and convulsed around Edwin's probing fingers. The wet slickness of her tunnel made it easy for him to slide his fingers back and forth despite the tightening muscles.

When the crescendo of passion finally reached its culmination and began its denouement, Edwin allowed his tired jaw a rest and pulled his fingers from her body. Eyes half-lidded, his wife lay sprawled out before him, her limbs limp as she moaned lightly behind the gag. Between her legs he could see the damp patch on the bed linens where her juices had overflown in her ecstasy and pure male smugness spread through him in a satisfying wave.

Now it was time to satisfy another part of his body.

Eleanor moaned a weak protest, barely audible behind the cravat tied around her head, as Edwin pulled her legs upwards and draped them over his arms, her knees settling into the crook of his elbows. She was dimly aware that she was entirely at his mercy with her hands tied, her watery muscles too weak to resist and her pussy open and vulnerable to his advancing cock. The feel of that hot rod of flesh pushing into her sopping opening had her quivering.

The sensation was akin to an orgasm although only pleasure shuddered through her, there was no spasming of muscles that accompanied a true climax. Her over sensitized nerves buzzed and tingled as he pushed deeper, an occasional convulsion of her sheath making both of them moan. He filled her up, so hot and hard inside of her, her body so sensitive, that she thought she might truly faint from the pure rapture of it.

His hands reaching down to hold her hips, bending her lower body so that her thighs splayed wide so as to not bend her in two, Edwin began to pump hard and fast into his wife's soft, unresisting warmth. Moaning non-stop, Eleanor shuddered and quivered beneath him, her entire world dwindling down to the pounding cock that was stroking her so deliciously. Resistance had melted away despite the fact that the pleasure was so exquisitely intense that it registered as pain; she no longer had the energy or strength to try and fight off the sensations.

Instead she settled into them, floated on them, immersed herself until she was in a place that felt like heaven. It wasn't like anything she'd ever felt before, and as Edwin's cock pounded into her she went flying.

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The feel of his wife's body spasming around him, milking him, set Edwin off and he pumped what felt like buckets of cum into her squeezing sheath. Groaning, he let her legs slip down as he lay on top of her, half of his weight on his forearms as she wrung his body of every last drop of fluid. He was in such a state of heavy satiation that it took him a moment to notice that Eleanor wasn't moving beneath him.

Frantically he pulled the gag off of her, shaking her as he pressed his fingers to her throat where her pulse beat strong a steady. She let out a little moan and her eyelids fluttered.

Smiling, Edwin laughed at himself as he fell onto his back beside her. His goal had been to utterly exhaust her and then he panicked when she did. Sighing, he propped himself up beside her and undid the bindings about her wrists, rubbing them gently where they were marked pink from her movements.

After doing his best to clean them up, he tucked her into the bed and rang for some food. Although he didn't think she would wake up, if she did then she would have no reason to leave the room. Not that she'd be able to, since he planned on tying her to the bed again before he retired for the night as well.

Chapter 18

The gentle rocking of the carriage made Eleanor wince even though Edwin had thoughtfully provided her with a cushion to sit on. Not only was her bottom sore from the spanking she'd gotten the night before, but the area between her legs was still incredibly sensitive to the touch. Fortunately she was alone in the carriage other than her maid and Poppy had fallen asleep a quarter of an hour ago, leaving Eleanor to her thoughts and allowing her to cease hiding her discomfort. Not that Poppy would think any less of her, but Eleanor did have her pride.

The men had decided to ride for this portion of the trip, something Eleanor would have normally them in doing if it hadn't been for the sore and sensitive state of her lower half. Still, at least the carriage that Edwin used for long trips was extremely comfortable. Truth be told, she still wasn't sure that she wanted to spend any length of time in conversation with her husband at the moment. She could barely look at him without turning the same crimson red as the cushion she was currently sitting on.

That morning she'd woken up ravenously hungry, incredibly sore, and with her wrists still secured to the headboard while her husband was wrapped around her. When she'd tried to wriggle away she'd ended up awakening him. He'd untied her and checked over her entire body, to ensure that she'd suffered no true ill effects from the night before. Other than soreness and the usual lingering pain from a spanking she'd been just fine, but for some reason she couldn't stop being embarrassed over her behavior.

Not the behavior that had goaded him into spanking her. No, the ease with which he'd taken her body and pleasured her relentlessly and thoroughly. Somehow the vulnerability that she'd felt at the time had transferred itself to her this morning.

Although Wesley's sly comments when Eleanor climbed into the carriage hadn't helped. Nor had the twinkle in Edwin's eye as he'd refused to answer the other man's questions.

Sighing, Eleanor looked out the window at the passing countryside. If she leaned far enough to the left she could see ahead of the carriage on the road where two accomplished and rather dashing horsemen were leading the way.

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"So they're going to stay out the remainder of the Season?"

Wesley chuckled, shifting on his horse as it minced its steps over a rut in the road. "They were practically glowing at each other over the breakfast table. I've never seen Hugh so disgustingly happy. I have to say, I found the Viscountess much more attractive with a true smile on her face."

"How long do you think it will last?" Edwin wondered.

Although Hugh had only confided the barest details to Wesley, he and Edwin were more than observant and bright enough to put together most of the story. Edwin felt rather sorry for Alex, who had obviously been as oblivious as Hugh to Irene's intentions.