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“Ohh, oh, please… oh… ohhhh,” she moaned deeply as he impaled her completely.
He knew it was difficult enough to accommodate his size within her small body, but when he was taking her with abandon, without care as to her comfort, it was accomplishing exactly what he intended. He was punishing her while giving her everything she’d never willingly admit she needed to feel fully alive. Her eyes swam with tears as he pounded into her again and again, driving balls deep with every thrust. He knew she would feel her body begin to betray her as her pleasure began to build despite the pain or perhaps due to his intense taking of her. However, Edward was a man of experience and well able to read every sign of his wife’s body. He saw her nipples harden and her face flush, her eyes going glassy each time she began the climb toward her pleasure. He would immediately still himself inside her until the danger of her spending passed and only then would he continue his claiming of her.
“Please, sir, Papa… please, Papa, please may I take my pleasure… please!” she begged the third time he had gone completely still within her.
He could feel her heart pounding in her chest as he drew a turgid nipple into his mouth, her breasts heaving with every breath.. He knew that her every nerve felt as if it were on fire and that the barest touch to the swollen and throbbing pearl between her legs would release her pleasure, allowing her to forget she was being punished. A tear slid from the corner of her eye to slide down her cheek, disappearing into tresses of golden curls spread across the pillow beneath her head.
Edward moved to whisper against her parted lips, “Naughty little girls get fucked hard, but will never be allowed pleasure when they are being punished.”
Louisa keened as he began again slowly fucking her as if to make her aware of every slide of his cock into her swollen and throbbing sex. She moaned as he used his weight to press her against her naughty mat, the pain from her thrashing mixed with the bite of the fibers. Yet, he was completely cognizant of the fact that his little one wasn’t truly in pain from having the skin of her bottom welted or pricked a hundred times. No, she was in pain from the desperate need, the constant ache to find the release he denied her even as he sought his own deep within her body.
She needed to learn that he was the only one who could gift her with the pleasure she sought. She needed to fully understand that no matter how much she begged, no matter how many tears she wept, he would never fail her in his duty as her husband, her disciplinarian, her papa. Tight control of his needs allowed him to withdraw and advance, spearing into her, rotating his hips to grind against that poor over-sensitized bundle of nerves at the apex of the sweet pussy he continued to plunder. She’d not be allowed to explode but that didn’t keep her sex from weeping its need, coating his cock with her essence every time he thrust forward, the evidence glistening along the length of his shaft with every withdrawal.
“Papa!” she screamed as he drove hard a final time, his cock pulsing so hard it was painful as his seed shot up its length to fill her womb. He pressed his forehead against hers, their breath mingling as he panted. His lips brushed across her cheeks, kissing away her tears as she accepted the truth that his would be the only release allowed in their bed this night.
Edward lay still for several minutes as he caught his breath. When he finally pushed away from her and rolled onto his side, she remained splayed open, her hands on the rails above her head, his seed dripping from her slit onto the very mat that continued to bite into her bottom. Edward got out of bed, knowing she was throbbing with the need for release. He smiled softly as he pulled two lengths of rope from beneath his pillow.
Reaching above her, he wrapped a length around her wrist, securing it to the rail. “No need to tempt you to disobey me is there, little one? I know you are aching as your sweet little pussy is weeping its tears all over your naughty mat. Little hands must not be allowed to go where they don’t belong.” With one wrist secured, he reached for the other.
“Who is allowed to touch you between your legs and play with your little clittie, my dear? Who is allowed to open your slit and push fingers well up into your poor needy pussy? Who allows you to take your pleasure, little girl?”
She blushed hotly, but the lamp’s illumination gifted him the sight of color moving from the tips of her breasts up her neck to spread across her beautiful face.
“Yo-you do, Papa.”
“That’s right, little one. Only Papa can make your body jump and twitch and twist and swell. Either from a nice thrashing, as you received earlier, or”—he paused and bent down to kiss the tip of one puckered nipple—“when your body is begging and just aching to explode with your spending.” Her breath caught as he opened his lips to suckle her nipple, his teeth taking quick sharp bites until she was once again twisting on her mat, totally unaware that she was constantly repeating, ‘please, please, please,’ a mantra that would go unfulfilled.
Edward chuckled, as he stood looking down at her practically glowing with her need. He kissed her mouth gently, his tongue tracing along her lips loving the way she parted them for his possession. He allowed himself a more thorough taste before pulling away to extinguish the last lamp and then joined her in bed.
* * *
Louisa continuedto twitch and shiver long after he had settled at her side and his deep, even breathing told her that he was asleep. She squirmed trying to find the most comfortable position and then sighed and accepted the fact that, for tonight at least, comfort was not going to be her companion. Her body still ached with both pain from her birching and the intense throbbing of unreleased lust. She’d never felt more dominated, more aware of who owned her… body and soul… as she had under him tonight. Every thrust, every lick, suckle and bite that drove her to the precipice and every moment he paused, refusing to allow her to topple into the abyss, staying his own completion to provide her yet another lesson proved he had remarkable control.
Her mind whirled round and round his promises of new rules that were to begin immediately. She thought of her sister and the realization that her twin would soon learn that Louisa was not truly the Lady of Wintercrest. While she held the proper title, she wasn’t the mistress of his house. She was really nothing more than Edward’s child bride and had absolutely no power over anyone. A single tug on the ropes above her head had her admitting the irony that she’d been robbed of the power over her own self.
Edward turned in his sleep and his hand moved to cup itself around her breast. Louisa felt her body respond as her nipple immediately hardened, her pussy leaping for an instant before accepting the fact that it would find nothing to fill it. Louisa flushed anew and finally dropped into sleep, praying he would find her suitably behaved on the morrow, and allow her to find the pleasure he’d repeatedly denied her today.
Chapter 16
Lucille was up early the next morning. She had already stripped off her nightgown and pulled on her stockings and drawers and was tying the ribbons of her second petticoat when a knock sounded on the door and it was pushed open. She looked to see Molly enter and quickly close the door behind her.
“Good morning, miss,” Molly said. “I’ve come to help you with your bath.”
Lucy shook her head and reached for the corset she had laid on her bed. “I’m not bathing this morning, Molly. You may help me finish dressing.” Molly wrung her hands and glanced behind her at the closed door. Lucy watched her, puzzled by her behavior.
“I’m sorry, miss, but Mrs. Bremmer has sent up water for your bath.”
Lucy looked at the door and said, “I’m not bathing today, Molly. You may send the water away.”
Molly shook her head and stepped closer to Lucy and lowered her voice as if more than the two of them occupied the room and she didn’t wish to be overheard. “Please, Miss Lucy, you must have a bath. Mrs. Bremmer said—”
“Molly, I don’t give a fig what Mrs. Bremmer said. I don’t wish to bathe today and that is the end of it. Now, help me into my corset and dress.”
Molly didn’t move to take the garment from her mistress. Instead, she took a deep breath and then confessed, “You must bathe, Miss Lucy. If you don’t, well, please, miss, let the lads fill your tub.”
Lucy finally took a good long look at the young serving girl. She noticed that Molly’s face was flushed, she continued to wring her hands together, and her eyes were wide and frightened. Lucy again looked toward the door and lowered her voice as well. “What’s wrong, Molly? Is Mrs. Bremmer outside the door?”
Molly shook her head. “No, Miss Lucy, but she has given me instructions to bathe you this morning. If you refuse and I don’t… don’t obey, then…” Her voice trailed off.
