The Heartwood Box: A Fairy Tale (22 page)

He took another and rubbed it over her lips, darting away from her tongue, down her neck, until he got to the rosy peak of her nipple
.
He circled
her
nipple with the cherry a few times as Genevieve’s eyes glazed with lust
.
He pulled the stem off, and pla
ced the cherry on his chest.

She eyed it, but made no move to snatch it, so he took another and used it to circle her other breast, back up
her neck, over her lips
.
A
gain he left the cherry
on his chest
.

Finally, her love of th
e fruit became too much for her
and she pounced, eating
the cherry
with a greedy gaze of challenge
.
He half-suspected that if he tried to move the other one she would bite his finger off
.
He smiled arrogantly, making it clear he was generously allowing her to eat the other cherry from his chest
.

He took another cherry and again created a little trail from her lips, down to her breast, circled a few times
,
and then continued to her navel
.
He twisted it there a few times
and then raised his eyes in challenge
.
Her eyes widened
—
she knew he was up to something
.
He continued on through the little forest of hair, all the way to her folds
.
She tried to flinch away, but he hissed a sharp reprimand
.

Very slowly, he brought the l
ittle piece of fruit to her bud
.
She was very wet
.
H
e swirled the cherry until it glistened with her honey
.
T
hen giving her a savage smile, he removed it and put it in his mouth
.
Genevieve let out an adorable scream of protest, but he tapped her lips to make sure she kept silent.

Though he kept his eyes half-lidded,
Damian
was watching her carefully for the slightest sign of distress, but her expression was the perfect mix of pique and desire, with just enough fear to keep her attentive and aroused
.
But it was time
for him to push her boundaries
and see how far she could follow him
.
He gave her a smile that he knew would make her shudder nervously
.

“Now that my lovely captive has satisfied one hunger, she obviously yearns to satisfy another
.
Sadly, she
still
has to learn the price of disobeying her master
.
But I am not a hard-hearted master: if my little slave learns her lesson properly, she will be generously rewarded.” 

Genevieve’s eyes narrowed dangerously, and she was about to protest, when he put his fingers to her lips
.
“My beautiful captive does not have permission to speak.” 

He sat up very quickly
and hauled her over his knee
.
Genevieve shrieked and squirmed frantically
.
With her hands bound behind her back, it was nothing to control her
.
Ignoring her protests, he gripped her arms and waist firmly with his left hand,
while
his right roam
ed
over the graceful curve of her arse, tickling
the bend where it met her thigh
and teasingly approaching those sweetest parts that he could tell were aching with nee
d
.
Now would be the first test
if he could initiate her into the erotic pleasures of a deeper, more difficult submission
.
“For your disobedience, little slave, you will receive four swats.” 

“Damian, don’t you dare
!
” 

“Five!  You are not to speak.” 

He rested his hand for a moment
on her arse
and then brought it down
on her left cheek
with enough intensity to cause a slight burn, but not enough for real pain
—
this was the discipline of play, not true punishment
.

Genevieve still let out an outraged shriek. “I will murder you for this, Damian Black,” she raged, sounding not the slightest bit frightened
.

Before his bride went totally mad, he slapped the other
cheek and then
switched off for the final three
.
Once he’d
finished
, he massaged
her buttocks, allowing his fingers to
stray
a bit too close to the little hole that someday she might discover also had its pleasures
.
But for now he was just teasing, so he went just close enough to cause her to squeak and then moved towards her sex, which to his relief was drenched
.

He explored her with his fingers, purring,
“My poor slave endured her first punishment
—
I think she has earned her reward.”

He continued to circle her
bud, just missing the spot she
wanted
.
Her whole body tensed as she strained for
relief
.
He threaded his
index
finger fully inside her,
pumping in and out, before adding a second
finger
.

When his finger
s
were
soaked with her juices, he
held
them
in front of her face
.
“You know what that wetness means, don’t you
,
Genevieve
?
It means what I am doing is driving you mad with desire.”

“I know that
,
you oaf,” she snapped
.

He gave her a
harder
slap, causing her to yelp
.
“Keep your answers polite, pet
.
There is almost nothing I like more than disciplin
ing insolent little slaves.”

She seethed but pursed her lips together to keep from speaking
.
He rewarded her by lightly massaging the spot she so desperately wanted him to reach
.
The reaction
was instantaneous.

Her entire body tensed sharply
and
she
gasped,
“Please Damian…
.
”

“Much better.”

He gradually increased the pressure until she was groaning loudly, but kept it just short of what she needed
.
“Is my darling slave close?”
he murmured.

“Damian please,” she begged
.

“Very nice
.
You will wait for my command.”  He gave her another half-minute before he ordered, “Come for me, now!” and
flicked
her bud
.

Gen
evieve sobbed out her release.

When her shudders died down, he undid her wrists and clutched her in his arms
.
She clung to him desperately, while he soothed her
.
He was viciously hard, but he didn’t want to push for intercourse so soon after her first time, especially since he wasn’t sure how comfortable she would feel refusing him if she truly didn’t want to
make love
.

But it seemed he’d underestimated her desires
.
S
he must have felt his erection poking against her thigh
.
She froze and looked at him, her face full of uncertainty
.
She reached down t
o touch him
but
then winced and pulled
her hand
away
.
He nodded at her in encouragement,
so
she moved her hand down again, tentatively tracing the outline of his cock through his trousers.

Damian was surprised and felt unexpectedly humbled
.
What Genevieve was doing took genuine courage
.
After all, it was literally the morning after
her
wedding
—
to a man she’d known for three days
.

He’d indulged in countless fantasies of his bride t
hrowing herself into their love
making
—
fantasies that turned out to be absurdly tame compared to reality
.
B
ut his sober self had reminded him that it was unlikely that
his bride
would immediately overcome the rubbish strictures all girls were raised on
.

But Genevieve was incendiary
—
her insecurity and dutiful hesitations
were falling
steadily
before the onslaught of her desires
.
Though he needed her to submit to him, he never wanted to inhibit her from telling him what she wanted
.

Her lips moved, as if she were trying to say something
.

“Tell me,” he whispered
.

“Don’t you want…
?
”
Genevieve
blinked back some tears, afraid that he would disapprove
.

“To make love to you again
?
Desperately!”
h
e
answered
.
“
I only feared you were too sore
.
Are you sure
,
darling
?
” 

She choked out a
half-
laugh,
half-
sob, hiding her face in his neck, which for once he allowed
.
She needed comfort and reassurance
.
T
heir society’s hypocritical idiocy meant she took a
great
risk exposing her desires to him
.
He’d told her that she couldn’t be too wanton, but Genevieve found it impossible to trust other people’s reassurances.

Many men, most probably, would disapprove of their young wife eager
ly seeking out her own pleasure
.
T
oo many of them would heartlessly make her feel rejected or humiliated, inflicting a wound that she might never recover from
.
It would be the goal of his life to make sure Genevieve never
felt
a moment’s shame for any desire of hers
.

He
nibbled her ear and murmured, “
S
hould we then?
”

She nodded
—
he could feel the heat flooding her cheeks
.
He wished he could put her on top, which would allow her to control their pace and stop if she felt pain, but he sensed it would leave her feeling even more exposed
.

Instead, he shifted them so she was beneath him on the
divan
.
Genevieve
ripped
his shirt over his head
, obviously close to frantic
.
He kissed her
deeply as she threaded her fingers through his hair
.
He moved his hips against her, nudging her legs apart
.
She reacted immediately
, spreading them and
pushing against him urgently
.

“Please,” she
begged
.

He was lost.

Genevieve was out of her mind, but the empty ache was more than she could bear, and then touching Damian and sensing his desire…
.
She thought she would
die if she couldn’t have him.

“Tell me if you feel any pain at all, darling,” he said hoarsely and thrust into her.

“Oh
Gods
,” she screamed.

There was still a little soreness, but nothing like the pain from last night
.
And the pleasure!  Last night she’d been surprised by it, but now she realized she’d only had a small taste
.
It was so different too in daylight
.
Now she could see Damian
.
She loved the way he looked: the hard muscles of his chest and arms flexing, the way a lock of his hair fell over his forehead as he pulsed into her, the strained expression on his face
.
She understood that his
pleasure was equally intense.