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“Aye, right now. Then I shall see to the matter of my new daughter by fucking you as you so richly deserve. Do you require me to lead you through into the bedchamber?”
She tilted her chin at him. “I believe I will find my own way, Laird.”
* * *
Roselyn lay still, her hands tucked beneath her. Her bottom was bared, the skirts of her kirtle bundled up around her waist as her husband had instructed. The cool air of their chamber wafted across her buttocks as he moved around the room, passing close to her. He did not speak further but she was intensely aware of his presence, his perusal as he viewed her naked backside from all angles. Already her arousal dampened her core and her inner thighs. She spread her legs a little, longing for him to touch her. He often did, prior to a thrashing.
Although she had expected it, Roselyn flinched as he laid his warm palm on her right buttock. He curled his fingers, digging the tips into the fleshiness there. Three children had left their marks; she was no longer the slender little thing he had married but he appeared to find her even more desirable now.
“Christ, wench, but ye make a lovely sight, bared and ready for me.”
“Thank you, Laird.” Roselyn’s breath hitched in her throat; she dreaded the pain which would shortly seep into her deepest tissues, yet she longed for it too. Her husband seemed to know just how to unleash her most basic, her most carnal desires. The exquisite joy of this play between them never faded. She prayed it never would.
“My sword belt, I think.”
“Oh.” That would hurt. That wouldreallyhurt. Instinctively she lifted her bottom higher, pressing her rounded cheek into his hand.
“Ah, my sweet, eager little wife. Am I keeping you waiting?”
“I do not wish to seem impatient, my lord, but…”
“But?” he prompted.
“But please, I want…”
He slid his hand around, into the crevice between her buttocks, then down to explore the moisture between her thighs. He slipped his fingers through her folds to stroke her entrance, then further still to rub her swollen clitty. Roselyn groaned in pleasure and turned her face toward him. “Please, may I have my release first?”
“You may,” conceded her husband. He proceeded to thrum the pad of his middle finger across her engorged nub, at the same time inserting his thumb into her tight channel. He angled it to press on that sweet inner spot which always drove her to distraction and he rubbed there also.
Roselyn stuffed a lump of the blanket into her mouth, determined not to cry out and alert any who might be within earshot to their daytime pleasures. This was private, their own time, their own secret thing which they did and they both loved. She had not long in which to stifle her moans of delight. Her release came upon her swiftly and without fanfare. She tumbled happily into that familiar oblivion, her juices weeping all over her thighs and the rug beneath her.
As she settled Blair withdrew his fingers from her heated body. “Now,” he announced. “Now you shall learn the consequences of your insolence.”
“I meant no disrespect, Laird.”
“Did you not? In that case, this is just for our enjoyment. Do you agree, Roselyn?”
She nodded as her lower abdomen clenched in anticipation. “Yes, my lord, just for fun.”
The first stroke of his belt across both buttocks brought her up onto her toes. The second had her dancing in place. The third caused her to cry out, the sound muffled in the blanket she clutched within her fist. Heat built with the next three, each new stripe placed parallel to the one before. When he moved lower and started on the backs of her thighs she whimpered in agony but she did not ask him to stop. He would, at the first time of asking since this was not a punishment, but she wanted this as much as he did. Roselyn had come to crave a decent whipping as much as her husband adored delivering one. They were the perfect match.
“Oooh, oh, that hurts, that hurts…” she panted as he dropped more scorching strokes over her thighs.
“Too much?” He paused to lay his hand on her sizzling flesh, pressing hard as though to push the heat deeper. “Do you need a rest?”
“No. No, it is good. It is just so… oh, yes, yes…” she sighed as he caressed her throbbing thighs, then widened her stance as he moved behind her and pushed her legs apart. Blair inserted two fingers into her pussy and she contracted around him, gripping hard as he thrust twice, then three times.
“Ah, such a wet and needy lady. Are you ready for me to fuck you yet, do you think?”
“Yes. Yes, please, I want you—”
“Oh, no, I think not. I believe you might require a few more strokes yet, to create quite the right level of need. Of… desperation. You will beg me to fuck you.”
“I will! I am! Please, Blair…” She tightened her inner muscles as he made to withdraw his fingers. “Do not stop, I beg you.”
“You wish me to fuck you with my fingers?”
“Yes. No! Your cock. Your fingers. Anything…”
