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"And you did, brat, but not because you called me names. I hurt because I hurt you."
It was the sweetest thing that he'd ever said, the most revealing of what might be his true feelings for her, and it nearly took Eleanor's breath away.
"Now then," Edwin continued, his hand wandering down to the hot red flesh of her poor bottom as he looked at her tear streaked cheeks. His cock was rock hard, pressing against her hip, although she hadn't been paying attention to it a moment before. The look in his dark eyes was intensely aroused and she realized that her punishment had had its usual effect on him. Indeed, it was a wonder he'd stayed his desires in order to comfort her. "It's been far too long since I've properly spanked you wife and I think I will mount you from behind so that I might best enjoy my handiwork."
Eleanor's face flamed. "Oh Edwin...."
"Oh Eleanor," he murmured back, stealing a kiss from her swollen lips as he caressed her breast with one hand, squeezing her bottom, and enjoying her small cry and wince, with the other. While he could not explain his obsession with a well punished bottom, the fact was, a woman's erotic pain incited the most incredible lust in him without fail. Even when he would have killed any other man that caused her the slightest hurt in any way.
When he placed her on the bed, the rounded cheeks of her bottom high in the air, Eleanor didn't protest. The cool air felt good against her hot cheeks and thighs, and especially across the swollen, wet flesh of her pussy. Fingers trailed over her sensitized skin and she shivered, knowing that Edwin was looking his fill at the aftereffects of her punishment. What she didn't understand was why it excited her so, both the discipline and his scrutiny.
With his wife bent over so submissively, so easily, Edwin couldn't help but reflect upon how far they'd come since the first days of their marriage. Back then she would still be fighting him at this juncture, and he doubted she would have accepted the cuddling, although he rather enjoyed it. Still, he appreciated her submissive posture even more.
Nell would always have a fiery spirit, but he wanted that. Perhaps, in some ways, she'd felt the need for a harsher spanking tonight.
Sliding his fingers up her sides, he fitted his body over hers, groaning with pleasure as her hot arse and thighs pressed against the front of his body, his cock nestling easily between those rounded cheeks as he squeezed her breasts. Beneath him, Eleanor gasped and bucked slightly as he pinched her nipples, whimpering with the need that he had built inside of her. His cock slid between her hot cheeks as her hips moved, making her squirm even more as her sensitive skin rasped against the rough hair of his body.
Pressing her face firmly into the sheets, Eleanor moaned, long and loud, as her fingers dug into the mattress beneath her. Curled over her knees as she was, with Edwin's weight on top of her, she couldn't move an inch even though she wanted to try and flatten herself on the bed. Edwin's fingers plucked and twisted her nipples as the pleasure and pain mingled in her center; his body felt like sandpaper against the flaming skin of her bottom and yet it did nothing to dwindle the flames that were heating her insides. With each tug of her nipples, she felt her need grow stronger, higher, and she bit her lip to keep from begging.
It didn't shame her when Edwin gave her a pleasurable spanking, but she could not understand her body's reaction to being disciplined by her husband. At the very least, she didn't want him to know exactly how aroused being punished by him made her - it's not as if the man needed any encouragement.
When she thought she might actually start begging if he didn't fill her emptiness soon, Edwin finally shifted, drawing his hips and body back. She sighed with relief and then pleasure as the cool air trickled back across her poor bottom and then the hard tip of Edwin's cock nudged against the entrance to her pussy. When he pushed into her, hard and fast, stretching her so quickly over his thick cock, she cried out. His body slapped against hers, stinging her red cheeks and thighs and she gasped and wriggled, her walls tightening instinctively around him as the pleasure and pain zinged through her.
"Damnation Nell... you're so tight and hot... hot all over," Edwin said, groaning appreciatively as he pulled back his hands and body, allowing him to lift her lower body further upwards. The sight of his cream coated cock s
lamming into her hot red quim, surrounded by the jiggling red flesh of her ass and thighs, was the stuff dreams were made of. Every inch of her had been spanked and he could hear Nell's panted breathing as she squirmed and adjusted to the hard fucking from behind, her pussy tightening with pleasure despite the sting.
With her legs pressed together, she was even tighter than usual, gripping his cock with her vaginal walls so that the friction was almost painful even for him. He could feel the heat emanating off her backside even when he pulled away before thrusting forward again. Fingers digging into her hips, he smoothly pulled her back onto his cock every time he thrust forward, increasing the force of his movements.
From the soft, muffled moans and the way her pussy convulsed around him, he knew she was enjoying it more than she'd ever admit.
But there was one more topic that he wanted to address while he was deep inside of her, claiming her, taking her in the way that only he had a right to.
"Nell..." he said, between thrusts as he grit his teeth to keep from spewing too soon, like an immature youth - but that was how much she aroused him, so it was difficult. "If you ever again threaten betray me with another man... I will do things to you that you can’t even imagine."
And as he said that, he popped his thumb in his mouth for just a moment and then lay his hand on her red bottom, the heat searing his palm as he placed his wetted digit against the crinkled hole of her anus and pressed. Although he'd never intended to use the dilators that Wesley had provided him with in their wedding gift, if using Eleanor in such a base and dark way was what would get her attention, then he wouldn't hesitate. And Edwin knew from his school days and the canings he'd received just how humiliating and painful certain items inserted into that orifice could be.
His cock hardened even further at Nell's outraged cry as his thumb burrowed deep into that forbidden hole; it was hot and tight and dry, clasping him to tightly that he thought it might cut off the blood flow to his thumb. Before he could remove it, Eleanor screamed her ecstasy and, as the velvet grip of her pussy rippled around him, he realized that the introduction of his thumb into her virgin anus had caused her to climax. Or had she climaxed despite it?
Either way, the sound of her culmination during such a lewd act, as he fucked her soundly from behind, was Edwin's undoing. Crying out her name, he thrust hard into her grasping cunt, allowing her body to milk him of every last spurt of his seed.
******
Later, Eleanor woke in the middle of the night with a pressing need to use the chamber pot. She'd fallen asleep almost immediately after Edwin had laid down beside her, pulling her into his arms and sleepily kissing her. When she returned to the bed, she whimpered as she rolled onto her stomach. Almost immediately, Edwin reached out and pulled her into his body, nestling her sore bottom against his groin in his sleep.
She wriggled for a moment and then settled, trapped by his arms even if she had wanted to get away. But she didn't.
Thinking over his reactions tonight, she felt more sure than ever that he must have feelings for her beyond mere affection. That she meant more to him than just being an extension of Hugh, more than a playmate that he thought he could rub along well enough with in marriage. And hadn't Lady Montgomery said that Edwin had been waiting for her to grow up? Perhaps she could trust her ladyship's perceptions, if she couldn't trust her own.
Maybe she could be content with this. Maybe she didn't need a verbal declaration.
Shoving aside the little pit of doubt in her stomach, the whispering worry that his attentions wouldn’t last forever, Eleanor clutched his arms closer to her body and fell back asleep.
Chapter 6
Steadily working through his correspondence, Wesley spent Thursday morning shut up in the study of his mother's house. The sounds of servants, his mother, and his ward were pushed away and put out of mind while he attended to his responsibilities. When Cynthia poked in her head to request permission to visit the nearby shops, he grunted an affirmative, not paying much attention and just wanting her away so that he could concentrate. The steward for his estates needed his time, his partner in shipping needed his time, as did his allies in Parliament who were writing to him about the latest bills.
So when he finally reached the short note that had arrived from Edwin that morning, warning him about the rogues that had been importuning Cynthia for intimacies that, while they wouldn't get her with child, would absolutely ruin her for any kind of respectful marriage - and that the impertinent chit had been brazen enough to suggest Eleanor pleasure Edwin with her mouth, Wesley was in no mood for it. He would have gone roaring through the house looking for his ward, and had been standing to do just that, when he remembered that she'd gone off to the shops. Sitting back down, he thought darkly about what he was going to do to her bottom when she and his mother returned.
