Claiming His Wife (39 page)

Groaning, he rocked, and
the length of his cock slid through her pussy lips, coating the
underside of his rod in her honey.  Grace moaned as the head
bumped against and then passed over her clit, making the little bud
swell.  One hand came down to rake nails over his shoulder,
clutching at him.  The slight pain in her bottom from her
previous spanking was already fading, melding into the pleasure
that was growing in her core.  

She made an impatient
noise, wriggling as Alex squeezed her breasts, pinching and rolling
her nipples between his fingers.  It felt so incredibly good,
and at the same time it wasn't nearly enough.  The sensations
went straight to her pussy, which only made her aware of how empty
and needy she was.  He was rubbing the outside of her pussy
with his cock, rocking back and forth, teasing the sensitive lips,
but leaving her so empty and aching inside.

"Alex, please," she begged, moaning,
as she pulled his head up and away from her lips.  

His dark eyes glittered at her, filled
with dominance and heat, searing her with his gaze.  It
utterly took her breath away and she gasped as he pinched her
nipples so hard that her back arched to try and relieve the
pressure on the sensitive buds.  The pain made her ache even
more to be filled.  She clung to his shoulders, digging her
nails in, as her pussy clenched around nothing. 

"What do you need, sweetheart?
 Tell me."

Like he didn't know.  He just
wanted to hear her say it.  She'd felt his cock jerking
against her thigh as she'd pleaded with him.

"Please... Alex, I need you inside
me... pleeaaa-oh!"  Her entire body felt like it was throbbing
as he pushed in, hard and deep, filling her completely with one
almost brutal thrust.

Her inner muscles clenched
and protested against the suddenness of the invasion, even as they
sang with ecstasy.  Alex wrapped his arms around her thighs,
sliding her knees into the crooks of his elbows, spreading her legs
wide as he leaned over her.  She was completely open and
vulnerable to him, her hands pressed against his chest, her pink
pussy lips wrapped securely around his cock.  They could both
look down the length of their bodies and see her impaled on him,
see him filling her.  Grace shuddered and moaned, clenching
again at the sight.

Doing his best to control his own
demanding need, Alex began to thrust, slow and sensually, in and
out of Grace.  Because of the way he had her bent in half, she
couldn't wrap her arms around him.  She ran her fingers
through the hair on his chest, before letting them fall down beside
her head, writhing in pleasure as he took his time with hard, slow
thrusts.  Her pussy massaged his cock, shuddering and spasming
as he buried himself in her, over and over again.

He hungrily gorged on the
sight of her writhing before him, her breasts bouncing with every
thrust, hands reaching up to grab at the pillow as she cried out
when he ground himself against her swollen pussy lips and clit.
 He had absolute possession and control of her body, and she
trusted him with it.  Reveled in it.  Screamed his name
as she lost herself in it. 

As she writhed in orgasm, he slid his
hand between her legs, pinching her clit and rubbing it between two
of his fingers.  Grace screamed again, tears beginning to leak
down her cheeks from the overwhelming shock of ecstasy.  She
grabbed at his wrist as the pleasure became almost unbearable, but
she couldn't stop the twisting, rubbing friction against her clit,
as he pushed her over the edge into torturous rapture.

"ALEX!"  She sobbed his name, her
legs straining against his arms, trying to close, trying to stop
the erotic assault on her senses.

When he finally released her clit, she
only knew a moment's reprieve before he was pounding into her,
harder than before, intent on his own pleasure.  He rasped
against her sensitive tissues, holding her open as he groaned her
name, his balls tightening in anticipation.  Grace's writhing
and shuddering beneath him, her sobbing cries, had him losing all
control.

The hot clasp of her pussy sucked at
his cock as it swelled and began to throb, pulsing inside of her as
jet after jet of his seed filled her womb.  His weight rested
fully on her, pushing him so deep that he felt like they were
melded together, the heat of her cunt binding them together.
 Rocking against her, he could feel the shuddering aftershocks
of her orgasm, wracking her body. 

Replete, he let her legs
slide down and he held her close, dropping kisses along her brow
and kissing away the tears that had fallen from the intensity of
her pleasure.  Grace whimpered, sweetly feminine, and all his.
 Their limbs were tangled together as he rolled onto his side,
taking her with him, unwilling to relinquish his hold on
her.

He knew that this wasn't the end of
their troubles.  They would have to continue building their
trust in each other, work on their communication with each other,
and make the effort to show and share their love, but it would be
worth it if he could hold Grace like this for the rest of his
life.

Epilogue

The Honorable Lord Marcus Simon
Villiers blinked solemnly at the faces peering over him.  His
rather wispy hair was a sunny golden blonde, his rosy cheeks
utterly at odds with his dark serious eyes, and he pursed his lips
as feminine cooing surrounded him from all sides.  

"Oh isn't he just adorable?" Cynthia
said, reaching down and tickling at his stomach.  She frowned.
 "He's not ticklish?"

"No," Eleanor said, almost sadly, as
she looked down at her progeny.  "He's my serious little chap.
 A little bit too much like his father, sometimes."

As if sensing his mother's
disapproval, young Marcus gurgled and smiled, making all of the
women gasp and coo again.  Just like his father, he already
had a devastatingly charming smile.  Eleanor laughed and shook
her head as Irene, Grace and Cynthia fell over themselves to tell
him what a good, handsome, charming baby boy he was.  She was
sure that Marcus was already all too aware of his effect on the
opposite sex. 

He was such a good baby
though, almost as if to make up for the positive horror he'd been
during the pregnancy.  Once he'd started to move, he'd never
stopped, which had been particularly trying at night.  She'd
become so tired and over-stressed that Edwin had been going a bit
mad trying to care for her.  The labor had been difficult as
well, and since then he'd treated her like breakable glass.
 The spankings and discipline she'd been promised at the
beginning of her pregnancy, when she'd still had the energy to
cause trouble, hadn't been mentioned by him once.

It was making her rather antsy.
 Not because she thought he would spring a spanking on her
unaware, but because she had a feeling he didn't mean to spank her
at all.  In fact, for all they slept together in the same bed
every night, he'd been remarkably reticent about being seduced,
insisting that she was still recovering.

Marcus was three months old and she
was quite recovered, thank you very much.

"I hope my baby is as sweet as you
are," Grace cooed at baby Marcus, garnering the attention of the
other three women.  She looked up at them and
winked.

"You're expecting?" Irene asked,
looking thrilled for her. 

"Yes," Grace said, looking serenely
happy as she placed her hand over her stomach.  Eleanor had
been relieved to see the immense change in Grace and Alex's
relationship by the time they'd arrived at the Manse.  They
were so very obviously in love; he absolutely doted on her and
Grace had found her happiness again.  She was nothing but
smiles most of the time - although she was occasionally the
recipient of a look from her husband that Eleanor recognized very
well.

Apparently Alex was still disciplining
his wife when he felt she needed it.  Eleanor wondered what
she would have to do to make Edwin realize that she still needed it
as well. 

"So everything turned out well between
you and Alex?" Cynthia asked, watching with interest as Eleanor
picked up the baby, who had started to fuss.  He quieted, now
that he was able to look around the room, winding a lock of his
mother's hair around his chubby little hand.  "You look much
happier."

"I'm so much happier,"
Grace said, the smile on her face completely genuine.  In
fact, it didn't look like she could stop smiling even if she wanted
to.  "He says that he didn't mean what he said to my father,
that he was just trying to be like my father in order to secure the
deal... and he's apologized for that.  We've both apologized,
for the mistakes that we've made, but we're focused on the future,
not the past."

"Your past lovers don't come up?"
Cynthia asked. 

"No," Grace said.  Then she
smirked.  "Although, Conyngham and I are still friends, which
Alex tolerates.  They actually get along quite well, as long
as he doesn't think about how Conyngham and I began our
acquaintance."

Cynthia made a face.  "I can't
imagine being friends with any of Wesley's mistresses.  Some
of them still write him the most appalling letters."

"How do you know?" asked Irene, her
eyes widening in shock. 

"We read them together,"
Cynthia said, with a shrug of her shoulder.  She snickered,
glancing around the room as if to make sure that the men weren't
within hearing distance, even though they had gone down to the
stables almost an hour ago.  The other women leaned in,
knowing that whatever was making Cynthia wary to share was probably
going to be deliciously shocking.  "Some of them make the most
salacious suggestions about what they'd like to do with him.
 So then I do it with him instead.  It's quite
fun."

Eleanor and Grace both laughed, but
Irene frowned, looking a bit indignant.  "What do you do with
the letters afterwards?  He doesn't answer them, does
he?"

"Oh no," Cynthia said,
waving her hand carelessly.  "We burn them.  Although,
being ignored doesn't seem to bother them.  I actually met one
of them, recently, and thanked her for all the wonderful ideas.
 She hasn't written him since, but she's the only
one." 

"It's a wonder Wesley hasn't spanked
your bottom raw," Eleanor said, amused. 

"He thought it was funny,"
Cynthia admitted.  "I thought for certain I was done for when
he overheard me, but he just laughed.  Later, I cursed when I
tripped getting into the carriage and he spanked me the whole way
home!  I never know what's going to set him off."  The
way she spoke, the women all knew that she wasn't upset about that,
more amused than anything else. 

"Edwin hasn't spanked me since I told
him I was pregnant," Eleanor blurted out.  Irene looked a bit
envious, Grace surprised, and Cynthia a bit horrified.  "And
he hasn't... we haven't..."  It was surprisingly hard to say
out loud, despite the frank speech she often enjoyed with her
friends.  Tears sparked in her eyes, of frustration and a
little bit of shame that her husband hadn't touched her intimately
in so long.  She didn't doubt his love for her, but right now
that very love was making her feel unhappy because of the way he
was expressing it!  She clutched at Marcus a little bit
tighter, and he started to fuss again, as if her upset was
spreading to him.

"Oh dear..."

Grace and Cynthia leaned in on either
side of her, comfortingly, as Irene reached out and plucked Baby
Marcus from Eleanor's arms.  She let go of him willingly, not
wanting to distress him just because she was upset.  He
settled again in Irene's arms, and she brightened at holding him,
so much so that Eleanor felt a little brighter herself just from
looking at them.  

"I keep telling him I've recovered,
but he doesn't seem to believe me," Eleanor said, sighing.
 She looked at Irene.  "Do you remember, in Bath, he told
me that he was going to keep track of my infractions, tally them
and hold me accountable later?"  Irene nodded.  "Well, he
hasn't.  When I mentioned it, he brushed me off, implying that
all was forgiven.  I'd rather he spank me than not touch me at
all!"

"Did you tell him that?"  Grace
asked, sympathetically.  "He may need you to come right out
and say it."

"I haven't, but I practically threw
myself at him the other night, before you all arrived," Eleanor
replied, wringing her hands a bit as she remembered her
embarrassment when he'd told her that she wasn't recovered yet, and
tucked her into bed like she was a child, rather than treating her
as his wife.  "You know how he is, he thinks he knows better
than me about everything.  Even though he wanted me, he acted
like I was being irresponsible by tempting him."

The rejection had smarted, and it was
a damned good thing he made her feel loved in other ways, or she
would have started to seriously doubt his love for her.  It
did help that he stayed by her side at the Manse the whole time, so
that she didn't fall prey to her old insecurities about his
faithfulness.  

It was cathartic to finally talk about
all of this.  Even with her own mother in residence, she
hadn't been able to talk to her or Edwin's mother about this.
 It was just too embarrassing.  Now that her friends were
here, she was finally able to unburden herself.