Claiming His Wife (24 page)

"Grace?"  Alex's voice was almost
hesitant, his hand gentle as he smoothed it over her burning,
throbbing bottom.  "Sweetheart, are you alright?"

Part of her wanted to say something
bratty, to point out that he'd just roasted her bottom, so how
could he expect her to be alright?  But all she did was nod
her head, still crying.  

"I was going to give you a taste of
the belt, but I think you've had enough," he murmured, still
sounding worried.  Then his hand slipped down between her
legs.  "Ahhh."  Not so worried now; the exhalation of
sound was smug and almost triumphant, to her shame.

Grace couldn't explain her body's
reaction or why she was still clinging to the desk as his fingers
slid through the slick wetness of her womanhood.  She just
whimpered, her hips bucking upwards to encourage the contact.
 The pleasure helped to ease the throbbing ache of her bottom,
even though she was fairly certain that same ache was what had
caused the arousal.  She moaned and shuddered as his finger
drew the wetness down around her little pleasure nub, rubbing
against it.

Other men had touched her
like this, but she'd always felt somewhat disengaged, as if she'd
had to concentrate in order to focus on the pleasure.  With
Alex, she'd never had any difficulty.  Her own emotions kept
her riveted to whatever he was doing to her body, completely
engaged in the feel of his fingers as they massaged her clit and
slid between the folds of her nether lips, spreading her cream
around the entire area.  

The edges of pain, from the spanking,
seemed to balance out the ecstasy of his touch, pulling her even
further into what he was doing.  She moaned again as he
swirled his fingers, throbbing and burning inside and out.
 

"Dammit," he cursed, his voice hoarse,
and then suddenly she felt him kneel behind her, both of his hands
on her bottom cheeks, spreading them open so that cool air and his
hot breath wafted across her pussy lips.  Grace whimpered.
 "I'm just going to taste you, sweetheart, if you want to stop
me, all you have to do is stand up."

Stop
him!
 The voice in her head shrieked,
but her body just clamped down tighter around the desk, silently
begging him to continue.  

The first swipe of his
tongue went straight through the center of her pussy, and Grace
cried out.  His fingers dug into her sore bottom, sending more
sensations rioting through her as he began to suck and nibble on
her pussy lips, licking her all over except the one place where she
wanted it most.  Hanging on to the desk, Grace moaned.
 Because of her position, she couldn't really move her body,
all she could do was lie there and take whatever Alex would give
her.

But it wasn't enough.

She felt like screaming in
frustration as her pleasure built, but not fast enough, not high
enough.  The vast emptiness inside of her only seemed to grow
as Alex took his time, savoring her taste.  From his own
moans, she could tell he was enjoying feasting between her thighs,
and that aroused her even more. 

"More, more, Alex please,
I need
more
," she
begged, her insides contracting as his tongue slid around her
swollen clit.  If she could have lifted her hips, she would
have, but with her toes barely brushing the floor there was no
chance of that.  

"Tell me what you want, Gracie," he
said, and then his tongue slid between her folds and inside of her,
thrusting but not filling, and she moaned.  "Remember what I
told you in the carriage on our way here?  If you want me,
you're going to beg me, so that there's no mistaking what you're
asking for."

How was it possible that his arrogant
words only fanned her inner flames even higher?  Maybe it was
the controlled passion she heard in his voice, the hungry plea that
she do what he demanded and beg him.  His tongue thrust inside
of her again, making her body try to clench around him to draw him
in further.

"Alex, please, I need you inside me,"
she begged, letting her pride go, letting her walls down.  Any
night before this and she wouldn't have been able to, but he'd
already been planting creepers along those walls, cracking them
open, slowly but surely weakening them.  Tonight she'd found
new cause for hope, in the portrait, in the letters.  In his
determination to protect her, to discipline her... to keep her.
 Doing the same things he saw his friends doing with their
wives.  She wanted that.  She'd always wanted that.
 The leap of trust wasn't that big, she told that small voice
at the back of her head, she was only trusting him with her body.
 Not her heart, not yet... but tonight, she wanted this.
 Needed it even.  They could come together like this.
 An unspoken reward for what she hadn't found in his desk, and
for the unexpected surprises that she had.

"More specific, Grace,"
Alex said, his tongue sliding around her clit as a finger pressed
inside of her, pumping and stroking, but far too slender for her
greedy passion.  "Tell me to fuck you.  Beg
me."

The tip of his finger rubbed over a
sweet spot inside of her and every inch of her quivered with need.
 She was lost in a maelstrom of emotions and passion, no
longer thinking, no longer caring about the bigger picture.
 Alex's authority, his demands, they swept through her and
carried her along with them. 

"Fuck me, oh Alex please, fuck me,
fuck me, fuck me," she chanted.

It took Alex less than thirty seconds
to undo the front of his pants and line his cock up with his wife's
swollen, soaked pussy.  She was practically dripping cream,
and had been from the moment he'd started spanking her.  The
heat of her body nuzzled against the crown of his dick, her slick
wetness like a kiss on the tip.  Then he thrust forward and
both of them cried out.

Tight, hot... heaven.  Sliding
into Grace wasn't like any other woman.  His emotions engulfed
him for the first time in years, making him feel a sense of
rightness, of completeness that had been missing from his life for
so long.  The silken grip of her body nearly unmanned him, and
he held himself tightly against her, buried inside, fighting
against the urge to empty himself immediately into her hot channel.
 The small muscles inside of her body massaged the length of
his cock as the heat from her rosy bottom warmed his groin.
 

"Please, Alex, please... more... it
feels so good..."

Those breathy, demanding words were
new.  A sudden flash of possessive jealousy had him wondering
who had encouraged that.  His own fault, he knew, for letting
things go the way they had.  The only positive note was that
it helped him get his own impulses under control.

Wrapping his fingers around her hips,
he pulled his own back, reluctantly ceding the warmth of her cunt,
before shoving back in again, deep and hard.  Grace groaned
and tightened.  He liked this position, where she couldn't
move, trapped between him and the desk, totally at his mercy.
 The rosy hue of her bottom as it jiggled with each thrust was
just as enticing and exciting as when he had her on her back so he
could watch her breasts. 

He started thrusting hard
and deep, so that her pleading words were blurred into moans and
whimpers, those same needy noises in her throat that he remembered.
 Holding her hips tightly, he slammed into her, working his
cock in and out of her pussy in feverish action, fighting the urge
to spill… wanting this moment to last forever.

Grace screamed his name when she came,
her body shuddering around his, her pussy clinging to his cock so
tightly that he almost feared he'd hurt her as he kept moving.
 The sobbing note in her voice told him how intense her orgasm
was.  He kept riding her, reveling in the way she trembled and
gasped beneath him as the waves of pleasure continued, forced out
of her by his thrusting cock.  

"Too much... Alex, oh it's too much...
I can't... oh please... not again... I can't..."  Her broken
words trailed off as she let out another gasping scream, and he
realized that she was climaxing again.  Even harder and more
intense than before.  

He couldn't hold back any longer.
 Bracing himself against her, he pummeled her pussy with a
series of brutal thrusts that had her writhing and screaming his
name again, before he held himself tightly inside of her.  He
groaned as her pussy milked his cock, sucking at it with her inner
muscles, as he swelled and exploded inside of her.  It felt
like years of pent-up desire, flowing out of him and into her body,
filling her and fulfilling him at the same time.  

Feeling weak in the knees as his balls
emptied, he leaned over Grace, feeling her hot bottom flush against
his stomach, her smaller body limp beneath his.  If it wasn't
for her contented sighs, he would have worried that he'd hurt her,
she was so still.  Although, he could still feel her pussy
occasionally spasm around his softening cock.  

Kissing the back of her shoulder and
neck, a contentment that he'd never known warmed him.  Even
back when they'd been on their honeymoon, he hadn't felt quite like
this.  Although, back then, he'd known she was important to
him, that he had developed some very deep feelings for her, now
that he'd been apart from her for so long, he had an even deeper
appreciation for what she meant to him.  There would be no
letting her go this time.

"Sweetheart," he whispered, brushing
back her hair to kiss her cheek. 

Her eyes were closed and she was
smiling.  "Mmm?"

Not awake then.  Alex
sighed ruefully.  He'd been hoping to talk more about why
Grace had been in his study, find out what she'd been looking for -
and why she'd begged him to fuck her when he'd been sure that she
would keep resisting.  He hadn't questioned the sudden turn
around while his cock was practically bursting in his pants, now he
wanted to know what had instigated it.  But talking to Grace
when she was like this was useless, unless she'd changed
drastically in the years since their marriage, and he doubted she'd
altered quite that much.

Right now she was in a pleasure
induced hazy state of satisfied exhaustion.  If he got more
than meaningless noises out of her, he'd be shocked.
 

Making himself decent again, Alex
gathered his wife tenderly up into his arms, resting her head
against his shoulder.  She sighed and snuggled in, making
those happy little noises that he loved so well, her eyes still
closed.  Tomorrow he doubted she'd even remember these
moments.  But he would.  This was how their marriage
should be, always.  

Taking her to their room, he stripped
her limp body naked, letting her curl up under the covers while he
attended to his own bedtime needs.  The only time she roused
even slightly was when he used a warm, damp cloth to clear away the
evidence of their activities.  She curled on her side,
grimacing sleepily a bit whenever her bottom touched the mattress.
 

Blowing out the candles, Alex crawled
in behind her, tucking her into the curve of his body and holding
her possessively with his arm and leg.  Tonight had been
unexpected, and he didn't even try to hazard a guess what tomorrow
would bring.  Perhaps she would try to pull away again,
perhaps she wouldn't.  

All he knew was that he
would never let her go again.

Chapter 10

"Put me down, you... you..."
 Cynthia clenched her jaw against the multitude of insults
that sprang to the front of her mind.  Inwardly, she cursed
that she was already changing her behavior for the bloody man who
had her slung over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes, but she
knew she was in enough trouble as it was.  She didn't need to
add insulting him to her punishable crimes.

The Earl utterly ignored
her, and the passersby, as he strode through the streets.
 More than one man let out a drunken hoot and cheered him as
he went past. 

"Git 'er, laddy!"

"Tup 'er good!"

Cynthia let out a strangled sound of
outrage.  "Put me down!  They think I'm a
trollop!"

"Better they think you a whore than
realize who you actually are," the Earl said grimly, not loosening
his iron hold on her for a second.  She wanted to kick him,
but she was too afraid of falling.  If he hadn't put her over
his shoulder like some kind of demented barbarian, no one would
have even noticed them going through the streets. 

Granted, there was some
part of her that was excited by his high-handed ways, but she was
also embarrassed.  Cynthia didn't like to be embarrassed - it
wasn't an emotion she was very familiar with, as she normally
didn't find herself in situations out of her control.  At
least, not until she'd met the Earl.  As a punishment, it was
probably far more effective than the more physical discipline that
the Earl had used on her.  Well, other than the things he'd
done to her bottom hole, but that was also due more to
embarrassment than anything else.  That area should have been
sacrosanct and private.  

Hanging her head, she tried to cover
her face so that at least no one would guess that the 'trollop' the
Earl was with tonight was the same woman he'd be marrying on the
morrow.  It was one of those strange situations where, if she
had plotted for this to happen, she wouldn't have been embarrassed
at all.  But since she hadn't, she felt humiliated by her
position.  Cynthia had truly meant to be to the Brooke's house
and then gone before Wesley returned home.