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“A maiden now no longer,” Tristram muttered, as he began to move inside her.
At first he slid in and out of her slowly and gently, as if wanting her to get used to him. Then Judith came to welcome his thrusts and wanted more of them. She raised her hips to him eagerly, spurred not only by the soreness in her bottom, but by the fierce ache in her sex. She wanted so much more of him, but she noted in deep surprise, Tristram’s hard cock had now withdrawn from her body. He sat up with a firm, determined look in his dark eyes.
“Wife, I now want you to beg me for it,” he said in a voice which was both hard and hot.
Judith suppressed a curse on her lips. She’d never felt this way. The mixture of pain and pleasure was simply maddening. And now he was set on torturing her.
“Beg me to thrust inside you, wife,” Tristram commanded.
He was obviously more master of himself than she was, Judith thought, fiercely hating both him and herself for what she uttered next.
“Please, husband,” she muttered, despising the pleading in her voice.
“Please, what?” her tormentor echoed softly, coming to rub his stiff cock against her wet, inflamed sex.
“Please, come inside me,” Judith begged.
He cursed under his breath, as he grabbed her hips and plunged himself inside her, deeper and fiercer than before. The world seemed to melt around Judith, and there was only him and the hard length of his cock. She lost all sense of time, and it seemed to her it was her wedding night, that night long ago when she’d become bound to Tristram. At the time, she’d been incredulous a man like Tristram would ever want to bind himself to a woman like her. And now he was inside her – closer to her than any being in this world had ever been. He was and for a moment she came to believe he was entirely hers, but she understood it was not so and it could never be so.
Judith came back to herself only when she felt Tristram’s hot, sticky seed between her legs. He collapsed next to her, and she sat up, no longer caring for the pain in her spanked bottom as she did so. There was an ache now throbbing between her legs, but Judith understood this was because he’d taken her maidenhead tonight. The ache was bearable, and far less uncomfortable than the sting in her behind.
“You should clean yourself,” Tristram said coldly, now propping himself on one elbow, and raking his hand through his tousled fair hair.
Judith did as he’d told her, soon making use of the cloth and bowl of fresh water which lay on the table in the chamber. She was aware that as she did so, Tristram’s dark eyes roamed upon her form, resting upon her bottom, which must be still striped with red from his belt. She strived to ignore his bold, masterful gaze, reasoning she’d have to brace herself for her new life with a man who now despised her.
“Come here,” Tristram ordered her, patting the bed. She chafed under the command, but she obeyed him because there was no choice for her any longer.
He made her lie on her belly, and Judith thought she’d die of mortification when he began to slide his palm against her well chastened behind.
“Still red, and warm to the touch,” he said in his silky, melodious voice. “A job well done, wife, don’t you think?” he added mockingly.
Judith stifled a curse on her lips. Strangely, the touch of his rough, warrior’s hand on her bottom didn’t bring pain, but, rather, a peculiar, delicious ache. When she tarried to answer his mocking question, he gave her bottom a swat, and she bit her lip, stunned by the way the faint sting of his touch mingled with hot pleasure. He’d given her the belt today. Hard. And now she should resent both his touch and his talk of punishment.
She heaved a deep sigh, striving to recall herself. “You punished me hard, and you know it. You’re obviously rejoicing I’m now at your mercy. Is this why you decided not to force me to join a convent? Because you want to have your vengeance upon me?” she said, unable to stop herself from asking this of him outright.
“Certainly,” Tristram acquiesced. “Why else would I have kept you as my wife?”
There was an odd, strained note in his voice she belatedly caught, but she dismissed it. He was entitled to his pride and she knew her petition for an annulment of their marriage had deeply humiliated him. She’d asked for an annulment on grounds of non-consummation, because, in truth, they had not shared their bodies. Yet it had not been that Tristram had been unable to consummate the marriage. She’d not brought herself to lie with him and he had not forced himself upon her. And… She sighed, knowing he now felt entitled to his revenge. Still, it was strange a man as handsome and well-born as he would choose to keep a wife who’d spurned and humiliated him. Fear started to clutch her heart, as a thought came upon her.
“You do not mean to cast me aside now, do you? Trick me into lying with you just to prove you can have me, and then toss me into a convent?”
Her heart thumped fiercely in the deep silence which followed.
“That would be cruel vengeance, wouldn’t it?” Tristram said at last, with a careless laugh.
Judith had a sickening feeling in the pit of her stomach.
“But, wife of mine, you need to stop judging me by your own measure,” he added in a voice which sounded fully disdainful.
His palm began to slide in tantalizing circles over Judith’s sore bottom, and she had to strive hard to keep her head clear as she weighed upon what he’d said.
“To set your mind at ease,” Tristram went on. “I have no treachery whatsoever in mind.”
He swatted her bottom as he said it, harder than before, and Judith felt a stab of ignoble pleasure in her sex just at the same time as the sting of his slap. It had been a mild spank, but her bottom was still very tender from the belting she’d received at his hand not six hours before.
“I am weary,” Tristram let her know in an arrogant voice. “So I’ll postpone your punishment. It shall be done tomorrow.”
Judith told herself she should hate him for his obvious enjoyment of having her at his mercy, and for punishing her so callously today. She strived to tell herself her mother had been right all along, and Tristram would truly end up making her life wretched. Hadn’t he admitted, as much himself now, that he meant to make her life wretched?
