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Daniel speared her from behind with grunting thrusts claiming the territory of her body as his acquisition. He whispered things she would not recall a day later. But she smiled inwardly to know that this show of emotion was as much a show of love as authority.
When he wanted more of her, he pulled out and carried her into a stall where he laid her down on a freshly laid bed of straw. Her poor thrashed behind was further pained as the prickly mattress scratched her flesh, but by then, both were far too gone to care. She fervently wanted him inside her, and drew him in with a wet sex and her grasping arms.
“Oh, husband, take me hard!” she practically screamed.
He thrust into her crevice, banging the head of his molten member deep within her, until she screamed with a wild erotic wail. With his organ still planted deep inside her squeezing cunny, he sat up against her groin and clutched her breasts, kneading them like bread dough, his fingers digging deeply into the soft skin, and torturing the nipples as he pinched the flesh between his fingers.
Hannah didn’t object; she wanted the pain. He then slapped the tender flesh hard, moving back and forth from one side to the other until both breasts were nearly as red as her scarlet bottom.
“You won’t defy me, Hannah!” he began to rattle off a string of demands.
“No, sir!” She would agree with everything he said.
“What I say is law around this farm,” he slapped her breasts and squeezed them more.
“Yes, sir!”
“You will submit to me. Is that understood, wife?”
“I will submit, sir. Oh, take me hard as you desire.” She was delirious with love and need and longing, and her quaking body began to orgasm in spasms far more deep and rich and biting than any she’d experienced in their young marriage. Her insides grabbed him hard and shook loose his own orgasm. Soon, he fell to her chest and held her tightly to him for as long as the spasms continued to wrack both their bodies with pleasure.
“You do such things to me, Daniel Crowe,” Hannah sighed as she lay panting beside her husband. “I think you must be the devil to make me so ravenous.”
“Is that a complaint?” he asked.
“Sir, I don’t know. I know only that when you were whipping me, which I know I deserved, it hurt terribly… and then, so strange it seemed… the hurt went away... I wanted more. I wanted that pain. My body became like a fiery furnace. I could not stop the madness.” She turned his way to seek his face. “Is that sane, or have you driven me mad?”
“Perhaps, Hannah,” he looked down on her with soulful eyes, “we’ve stumbled on the truth that drives our souls. How do I know? But should we judge it bad? We are married. We love each other. What could be wrong in expressing that love in the way that pleases us both?”
“You were pleased?”
“Is there any doubt?”
She smirked playfully. “I was too far gone to tell.”
“When you’re aroused, then I’m aroused. And if being beaten makes you frantic for me, then beating you turns me f
rantic as well. I daresay, I can punish you when you deserve it, and I hope it hurts. But we might accept that there is more going on when we clash that way.” His eyes then narrowed. “Just keep in mind, I would not take kindly to your misbehaving just to get the benefit of such ardent love making.”
“Oh?” She coyly answered, while a faint blush rose on her cheeks.
“If I think you are baiting me for such a scene, you’ll be surprised to find my devilishly nasty side has more than a good strapping to keep you in line.”
“Oh, Daniel, my thoughts are so twisted now, I don’t know what to think,” she said.
“Don’t fret. We have a lifetime to figure this out.”
Pain and punishment were not always part of making love. But making love took on an added charge when the two combined with such force. There were times when Daniel had to separate punishment from pleasure, when he felt it necessary to punish his wife in ways that would not arouse her—such as the day he tethered her naked in the yard. The humiliation seemed to quell the worst of the testy beast inside her, and gave him an accompanying satisfaction.
It was, then, particularly ironic that the same measures Hannah’s husband used to tame, love and her stun her into good behavior were the same ones that Jarrett Cain and his crude associates used for their depraved enjoyment.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Hannah kept the lanterns burning by the window. Daniel was away, looking for the wayward Jolie. She’d not been herself in the week following the terrible incident with Jarrett Cain and his boys. Although Jolie swore she wouldn’t tell Daniel about that day, Hannah didn’t trust her sister’s word. And now, even worse, Jolie was missing. She was nowhere to be found since mid-morning when she left to visit her friend Maggie. Was it possible that Cain’s wrath had struck again? Hannah prayed that by some miracle this was not the case, although the possibility was the first thought in her head when it was clear that Jolie never arrived at Maggie’s house that day.
Daniel had little choice but to go after the girl, but he was hardly happy about the situation when Hannah announced that she was missing.
“I vow that she’ll see the blunt end of a paddle!” he warned.
