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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 i

nto 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.

Chapter 9

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.

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