Birching His Bride (Domestic Discipline 1) (14 page)

Edwin didn't miss the
trepidation on his wife's face or the lack of real fear in her eyes; she was
unsure of what his intentions were but she was not afraid of him.  The
surge to take her, possess her, claim her, was rising higher than ever before.
This honeymoon they'd taken had done more than helped them to settle into their
marriage, it had strengthened the bond that had already existed between them to
a degree that he had never thought possible.  Looking down at her like
this, her cheeks becomingly flushed, eyes glowing as if lit from within, with
her peaked nipples and supple, ready body, he knew that he would never get
enough of having her in his bed, in his life.  The time spent together had
uncovered the young woman he'd thought must have been there, the sweet,
friendly girl that she'd been when she was younger, only in an older and much
more appealing package. 

Was she the reason he had
never considered marriage before? Was it possible that he had been waiting for
her all these years and hadn't even known it?

Lowering himself on top of
her, Edwin captured her lips with a kiss, plundering her mouth as his hands ran
down her vulnerable sides. He could feel her shiver beneath him as the
helplessness of her situation was reconfirmed as she automatically moved to
embrace him, her bound wrists tugging uselessly.  Moaning into his mouth,
Eleanor's body undulated beneath him as sensual excitement ran through her. 
They'd spent more than enough time in bed for her to know exactly how
pleasurable it could be, and she could sense that there was a new urgency to
Edwin's caresses, a new kind of anticipation in the taut lines of his
body.  Having her bound beneath him was exciting them both.

Somehow it made the
sensations even more intense as he began to kiss his way down her body, her
sensitive neck and collarbone, his hands cupping and kneading her
breasts.  She could do nothing but moan and lay submissively, accepting
his touch, unable to reciprocate.  When he began to suckle at her nipples
she cried out, his teeth were biting into the tender flesh almost painfully and
yet her back arched, thrusting her chest upwards as if begging for more. 
The rosy bud jutted out wet and proud when he pulled his mouth away, a darker
pink than its counterpart due to his ministrations, and he moved his mouth to
the other, biting and sucking just as hard as his fingers tormented the previous
object of his affections.

"Edwin
pleeeeeeeeeease," Eleanor keened, her hips lifting and pushing against his
hard body as he tugged and twisted one nipple, nipping and sucking almost
brutally hard on the other. "Be more gentle..."

The nipple popped from his
mouth and he rested his elbows on either side of her, pinching both nipples
between his fingers to tug and roll them, not at all gently, as he looked down
into Eleanor's eyes as her body squirmed beneath his.  "Are you
telling me that you don't like it? That your sweet little quim won't be soaking
wet if I touch it right now?"

Eleanor closed her eyes
against his scrutiny, whimpering in the back of her throat.  The truth was
that even when it hurt she was aroused by his rough handling, the same way she
responded when he spanked her or even when he'd birched her.

"That's what I
thought," Edwin chuckled as he pinched her nipples even more tightly,
making her cry out as a flash of exquisite pain went through her straight to
her core.  The little buds throbbed when he finally released them, and
Eleanor opened her eyes to see her husband grabbing one of their pillows before
moving further down her body.  When he spread her legs wide open, much
further than she had done so herself, she blushed hotly as he stared at her
splayed sex, knowing that he was seeing the evidence of her arousal.  On
her chest her nipples were like ripe berries, a dark pink color from the abuse
they'd taken, and yet she wanted nothing more than for Edwin to fill her up and
bring them both to pleasure.

“Lift your bottom,” he said
in a husky voice, his eyes trained on the bounty of wet, hot female flesh
before him.  Obediently Eleanor planted her feet on the bed and pushed upwards,
lifting her hips so that he could slide the pillow beneath her.  The pillow
kept her raised from the bed, allowing Edwin easy access to her hot slit.

Lowering his head, he slid
his tongue straight up the center of her womanhood, his tongue flicking against
her woman’s pearl when he reached the apex. Eleanor cried out and writhed as he
pleasured her with his tongue. Normally she enjoyed using her hands to press
his head further into her flesh, to help her rub herself against his lips and
tongue; now she had no control over the sensations that were rippling through
her and that just aroused her even more.

Edwin’s hands and arms slid
under her thighs, lifting her up even more as she spread her legs wider, his
fingers searching out her breasts and aching nipples.  They were sore, but the
tugging jabs of pain that went through them as he began to toy with the tender
buds again only heightened the pleasure.  Eleanor gave herself over to the
sensations, the exquisite blend of pain and ecstasy that Edwin was so skilled
at creating within her.  Her hands tugged at the cravat, loving the way her
bound wrists increased her excitement as she pulled helplessly.

“Edwin… oh Edwin…!” she
cried out as her body tightened, clenching down as she threw her head back and
rubbed her hips up and down against him.  Her husband sucked the swollen nub of
her clitoris into his mouth, pulling on it with his lips as she shuddered with
orgasmic bliss against him.  The heady smell of her musk filled his nostrils,
the taste of her honey coating his mouth. 

The movements of Eleanor’s
body began to change as the rapture became so intense that it began to hurt,
her muscles almost cramping they were wound so tightly and she thrashed against
her bondage. “Edwin please! Stop… it’s too much… oh god… I can’t…. Edwin
please!
”

But he ignored her,
releasing her breasts from his hands to bring them down and curl his arms
around her thighs, his shoulders beneath them and his hands wrapped around to
the sensitive inner part of her legs, pulling them apart as she tried to press
them together in an attempt to force him away from her throbbing flesh. 
Eleanor begged as she convulsed, Edwin’s tongue laving torturously and lovingly
over her overstimulated clit, his hands forcibly holding her wide open for the
oral assault.  There was nothing she could do to stop him and she screamed as
she careened wildly off of a cliff of pure physical sensation, driven by a much
stronger orgasm that she’d experienced the first time.

As she sobbed and pulled at
her wrists, Edwin thought his cock might actually explode.  It was the most
beautiful thing he’d ever seen.  He loved having Eleanor laid out helpless
before him as he feasted upon her, knowing that she was totally at his mercy
and within his power.  Knowing that he could lavish pleasure on her until she
was literally begging him to stop.  This was like a banquet for his senses, and
he intended to sup his fill.

As she came down from her
second climax, Edwin released her legs.  Already wrung out from her useless
struggles and the intense orgasms, Eleanor’s eyes were closed, her muscles lax
as Edwin arranged himself over her. She let out a little whimper as he rubbed
the head of his cock up and down her slit, shuddering but not truly moving as
he circled her clit with the blunt tip.

“So beautiful,” Edwin
murmured as Eleanor finally opened her eyes and looking up at him.  Tears were
still gathered on her lashes, her cheeks flushed and bright, eyes foggy with
the haze of sensual bliss.  Grasping her hips in his hands, he held her pressed
downwards, her body lifted to the perfect angle by the pillow beneath her, and
began to push into her hot, tight tunnel.

Eleanor moaned and
shuddered as Edwin entered her, stretching her open so deliciously and yet…
could she truly take anymore? Her husband had bound her, licked her to one
orgasm and then forced her to a second, and now she felt as though her limbs
were weighted, all of the strength gone from them, and she felt sure that he
would not be satisfied until she was crying out in ecstasy beneath him again. 
Not once, during their entire marriage, had Edwin taken his own pleasure until
she had done so. But right now Eleanor wasn’t sure she wanted to again, even
though having Edwin inside of her felt absolutely wonderful, her outer parts
felt swollen and abraded from so much stimulation.

Looking down at his wife,
Edwin could see the consternation on her face as he thrust in and out of her
helpless body, the flashes of pleasure and discomfort as he rubbed his groin
against her swollen folds.  The pillow had tipped her up perfectly, allowing
him deep access to her tunnel, so that he could plunder her fully.  The small
convulsions in her body, the way her insides tightened around his cock as he
seated himself deep inside of her, all spoke of her body’s readiness to climax
again with the proper encouragement. Yet he knew that she must be close to her
breaking point. No longer struggling against the bondage around her wrists or
the ardor of his body, she looked anxious as her own body began to respond to
the thorough fucking her husband was giving her.

Releasing her hips, Edwin
leaned forward and took her mouth in a kiss, changing the angle of his body so
that it pressed against her clit with every thrust.  Eleanor’s cries of protest
were muffled by his lips as she jerked beneath him.  Wrapping his arms around
her back, he clasped her closely, fiercely, as he began a rapid assault on her
tender opening, splitting her over and over again with strong thrusts that
rubbed his body against her. Eleanor’s legs thrashed on either side of him,
thighs trying to press together but unable to withstand the much stronger force
of his hips moving into her, taking her with all of the pent up lust he’d been
holding back.

She wailed, her mouth
breaking free from his, as she was forced into her strongest orgasm yet.  Her
breath sobbed in her throat as her body spasmed, her tunnel gripping him,
practically strangling his cock.  Feeling her come apart beneath him, Edwin let
loose the last of his passion, pumping strongly as he took her, claimed her.
With a low cry he poured himself into her, the hot seed being sucked from his
cock into her eager sheath.

With her eyes closed,
Eleanor went limp beneath him as he half-collapsed on top of her, feeling her
chest rise and fall as she sucked in great breaths of air.  Reluctant to divest
himself of the warmth of her body, Edwin balanced himself on his elbows and
snuggled his head into her neck.  With her pulse slowly returning to normal,
Eleanor turned her head to cradle him there.

Eleanor sighed as they
pulled up in front of the London House, looking out of the carriage window a
little mournfully at the Mayfair house where she and Edwin lived.  They’d
enjoyed their honeymoon so much that they’d ended up extending it until they
absolutely needed to return in order to be present at Hugh and Miss Chandler’s
wedding.  

A little squeeze of Edwin’s
fingers around her hand got her attention and she turned to look at her
husband, every inch the English gentleman, seated next to her and gazing at her
with a soft look in his eyes.

“I wish we could have
stayed in Paris as well,” he said, smiling at her, and she knew that he’d heard
her sigh.

“It will be good to see
everyone,” Eleanor replied, putting the best face on their return home. “And
Mama would never forgive us if we missed Hugh’s wedding.”

“I’m not sure Hugh would
forgive me either,” said Edwin with a chuckle. Eleanor laughed. Considering
that he was Hugh’s best man, she knew her brother would have been quite upset
if they had stayed on the Continent.

Still, she mused as Edwin
handed her down from the carriage, she couldn’t help but feeling as though a
time of magic was over.  Now they were back in the world they truly inhabited…
would they remain the same, as a married couple, as they had been on their
honeymoon? Or would things go back to the way they had been before?

“I’m sure Mrs. Hester will
be happy to see us home, especially you,” said Edwin as he led her up the
stairs. There wasn’t any censure in her voice, but she was quite sure that he
was referencing the fact that she hadn’t taken up her duties as his wife within
the household the way she should have before they’d left for their honeymoon. 

“Yes,” she replied
dutifully.  Neglecting her responsibilities to their household had been one of
the many ways she’d used to rebel against the marriage that she hadn’t wanted,
but she hadn’t forgotten her decision to make the best of the marriage while
they were on their honeymoon.  That would continue now that they’d returned,
and she was willing and ready to assume the mantle of Edwin’s wife and do her
best to make their marriage work. “I’m sure she’ll be relieved to no longer be
responsible for the entire household.”

Edwin smiled at her as they
entered the front door, obviously pleased at her easy acquiesce to his hint. 
She smiled back, warmth blooming in her chest at his approval. Strange how a
little more than a month ago she felt resentful at his approval and now she
craved it.

“Edwin! Eleanor!”

Both of them turned in
surprise to see Hugh and Wesley hurrying towards them from the receiving room,
where they had obviously been waiting for the couple to return.  Hugh was as
handsome as ever, his face glowing with excitement – as it should be with his
wedding a mere week away – his golden hair swept back in a new style, and his
blue eyes set off by his navy coat and cobalt waistcoat.  He swept his sister
up in a hug and twirled her around as she laughed over his exuberance, hugging
him back with excitement.

When he set her down they
were facing Wesley and Edwin, who were clapping each other on the back and
exclaiming over how well the other looked. In truth, if Wesley had not been
with Hugh, she wasn’t sure she would have recognized him.  His time in India
had bronzed his skin and lightened his auburn hair, bringing out tints of gold
and coppery red in the long strands.  Unfashionably long strands, tied back at
the nape of his neck, and yet it suited him.  Dressed in full mourning black
for his father, Wesley looked rather dangerous, both rugged and somehow refined,
and she was sure that his reappearance in Society had sent many young women
swooning.

“Little Nell,” he said,
shaking his head as he reached for her, pulling her into his arms for a swift
hug.  Eleanor hugged him back, shooting a swift glance at Edwin to see that he
did not mind, but he was grinning and greeting Hugh.

“Not so little anymore,”
she retorted as she pulled away.

Wesley rolled his bright
hazel eyes, his unrelenting grin softening the hard lines of his face, his
teeth gleaming whitely in that bronze visage. “Not at all, and married to Edwin
of all people!  I thought you had better taste than that.”

To her surprise Eleanor was
able to laugh without feeling any stab of disgruntlement over her lack of
choice in a groom.  The time away with Edwin had obviously done wonders to help
her come to terms with the wedding.

Pulling a resigned face she
shook her head. “You should have seen the empty headed ninnies he was dancing
with at the balls, I couldn’t possibly have left him to such a fate.”

“But that’s the fate you’ve
left me to,” protested Wesley, one hand over his heart as he pretended to feel
faint.  Edwin and Hugh were laughing at their friend’s antics, he had
always been the joker of the group.  “How shall I endure?” He moaned and
lay one hand dramatically across his brow before shooting her an inquiring
glance. “Unless of course, you have a friend in mind for me?”

“None that would suit,” she
said honestly, grinning up at him.  “I’m afraid you’re on your own.”

“Cruel woman, not even a
hint of apology in her,” said Wesley shaking his head.

“You have no idea how hard
it is to encourage her to apologize,” said Edwin with a chuckle and Eleanor
flushed bright red.

“My condolences on the passing
of your father,” she said hastily to Wesley.  It abruptly sobered the
conversation as Edwin added his own condolences, which she did regret, but the
words needed to be said and she certainly preferred it over listening to Edwin
make references to disciplining her! Wesley accepted the sentiment with a
little grimace, she knew that he and his father hadn't been particularly close
but there was still a shadow over his face.  

"Would you like to
have a drink?" Edwin asked, shooting a little glance at Eleanor and she
smiled and gave him a nod.  Although they'd just returned home she
certainly didn't mind that he wanted a moment to catch up with his friends,
especially Wesley who had been gone for so longer. And it would give her the
chance to find Mrs. Hester and begin to find out what exactly she needed to do
around the house. Wesley and Edwin continued to chat as they went down the
hallway towards his study, leaving her momentarily in the foray with her
brother. 

"You look happy
Nell," said Hugh after they'd studied each other for a moment, a slight
expression of relief on his face.  Eleanor couldn't help but smile; even
though she knew that Hugh looked at her with the often exasperated eyes of a
henpecked big brother and thought that Edwin could do no wrong, he'd obviously
been worried about a mismatch with the way things had been going after their
wedding. "Did you enjoy your honeymoon?"

"Are you supposed to
want to know about things like that?" she asked, innocently batting her
eyelashes.

"Nell!"

She laughed and stepped
forward to put her hand on his arm. "I find myself content, Hugh. Now go
along and play with your friends, I have things I need to see to around the
home."

"More than
content," Hugh said with a certain amount of surprise at her desire to attend
to her responsibilities (which made her bristle a little even if he had reason
to be surprised by such a turn of events), followed by a smugness on behalf of
Edwin.  Grinning, Hugh gave his baby sister a kiss on the forehead,
suddenly well satisfied that things within this household were well in hand and
that no interference on his behalf was needed.  "You're the very
picture of a happy woman in love Nell."

And with that he turned on
his heel and strode down the hallway, blithely oblivious to the fact that he'd
just brought his sister's world crashing down around her ears. 

Stunned, Eleanor stared
after her brother, his words echoing in her ears, pushing at her with their
weight and threatening to smother her.  She couldn't breathe. She couldn't
see. She couldn't think.

The very picture of a
woman in love. 

A woman in love.

A woman in love.

Oh merciful... how could
this have happened? The revelation slammed into her so hard that she felt
faint, as if the floor had dropped open beneath her feet and the curtains drawn
back to show her the truth behind her behavior for the past month. When
they were in Paris she’d let down the barriers that she’d built, hoping to find
a way for them to coexist happily. Contentedly. Amiably.

Instead she had fallen in
love with her husband. 

In love with a man who was
very much like her father with his heavy hand and disciplined attitude, with
his unbending will and strength of character.  In love with a man who was
nothing like the man she'd planned to marry, who had already had her dancing to
his tune and deciding to desist in her own aims before she'd even realized her
feelings towards him, a man who had given no indication that he suffered from
such an affliction himself.

While he was sure that he
cared for her in his own way, after all they had practically grown up together,
it wasn't the same as the feelings she now realized she had for him. And he
desired her. For now.  Yet she knew that was not enough to sustain a
marriage, not in their world. How long before even his desire for her mellowed
and he began to look for a bit on the side?  How could a man like him
possibly be satisfied with just one woman for the rest of his life without love
to bind him to her? She would spend the rest of her life trying to please him, because
she loved him, and he would treat her with a distant affection until she became
a shadow of herself, idling away in the country and ignoring whatever pursuits
her husband might be indulging in whilst in town. 

Eleanor's feet were moving
before she could think, running, taking her to the refuge of her chambers,
although she couldn't outrun the fact that her greatest fear was coming true:
she was turning into her mother.

********

In his study, Edwin poured
three glasses of port and handed on to Wesley, keeping one in hand and settling
the third on the table next to the empty armchair for Hugh once he joined
them. 

"To happy
reunions," he said grinning as he raised his glass. Wesley laughed and
raised his hand as well before taking a sip of the port. 

"Very nice," said
Wesley approvingly with a sigh as he settled back into his chair. "You'd
be amazed how hard it can be to get a glass of good port in India."

"What was it
like?" Edwin asked, curious.  There were many changes in his friend,
not the least of which was a seriousness to him that Edwin had never seen
before.  He wondered if the changes came from Wesley's travels or from the
burden of his new title as the Earl of Spencer. 

As Wesley told him of the
dry dusty land, the monsoon season and the colorful fabrics and people, Hugh
joined them and settled down to his own glass of port, looking rather content.
 Edwin was a little curious about what Hugh and Eleanor had spoken of, but
he was too enthralled by the tale that Wesley was weaving around them to divert
the conversation just yet.  He spoke of the hard-eyed, brown-skinned
swordsmen, the sharp division of the classes, the elephants and monkeys, and
the very strangeness of the culture in comparison to their own. 

"And the
women..." Wesley said, a sudden grin flashing across his face as his eyes
unfocused in a rather nostalgic expression. "You wouldn't believe the
attention the Indians put into their amorous pursuits."

"Oh really?"
asked Hugh, leaning forward with interest. Edwin only smiled. He was quite happy
with his own amorous pursuits and didn't particularly feel the need for
embellishment.  For a moment he let his mind wander back to Paris, where
Eleanor had allowed him to spank her for pleasure several more times; once he'd
even turned her bottom a hot cherry red as she'd whimpered and even cried a
little, but hadn't asked him to stop.  In fact their love making had been
even more intensely passionate than ever.  Not that she would admit that
she liked being spanked, and he certainly didn't indulge every time, but the
occasional one allowed him to get the itch out of his hand.

Shifting uncomfortably in
his chair, Edwin pushed his mind back to the conversation at hand where Wesley describing
some of the sexual positions that the Indians had invented and their various
drawbacks and rewards.  As well as some of "extras" they used.
 

"In fact," said
Wesley with a twinkle in his eye. "I brought home presents." He
turned to Edwin.  "I brought yours and handed it over to Banks in
case we didn't see you today."

"And where's
mine?" Hugh demanded in mock indignation.

"It will be your
wedding present," retorted Wesley as Edwin rang for Banks.  "I
missed Edwin's wedding so he gets his now."  It was only a few
minutes before the butler returned with the package that Wesley had brought, a
box tied neatly in packing and filled with straw to cushion its contents. 

"What is all
this?" Edwin asked curiously as Wesley pulled out several bottles. 

"This one,"
Wesley held up a large green bottle with a black stopper, "is massage oil.
 It enhances the experience admirably." He held up another bottle.
"This one is for ah... lubrication."