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It fell, and she screamed again, tears soaking the cloth against her face. The heat that flared felt unbearable at first, slowly faded—far too slowly for comfort. The third stroke hurt the worst, the lowest on her bottom, nearly on her sensitive sit spots.
By the time the worst of it had begun to fade, allowing her to relax slightly, she felt Rex moving on the bed behind her. The moment of relief that her punishment was over gave way to tension when she felt his slickened fingers probing her bottom hole rather than her pussy.
Oh, no!
Surely he did not mean to… but clearly he did. Mary whimpered at the slow invasion of his fingers, stretching her open in preparation. They felt far more ominous than usual, a prelude of what was to come, rather than the deed itself. Before, the difference between the size of his fingers and the size of his cock had not seemed so great, but now, Mary quailed at the idea. Would it hurt more than the belt? Perhaps her cheeks were so pained, she would barely notice at all. She could not quite convince herself it would be so easy.
Squirming, she moaned into the sheets. This did not feel bad, in fact, it felt rather good, but the anticipation of what was to come was nearly punishment in and of itself. Fear trickled through her, heightening her senses and her arousal.
When his fingers pulled free, she automatically tensed, then yelped when Rex’s hand came crashing down on her already afflicted bottom.
“Relax, Mary,” he murmured. “This will not hurt as much if you relax.” His hand rubbed over her hot flesh, squeezing and kneading, so tingles of pleasure and pain ran through her. “After this, you will truly know who your lord and master is.”
Any sassy retort she might have mustered was forgotten as the head of his cock pressed against her tight opening and began to push in. Mary cried out at the odd sensation, so different from his fingers—thicker, softer at first but with a steel core. Her tight ring of muscle gave way to the pressure, opening and stretching with burning effort.
“It hurts! Rex, it hurts!” A completely different kind of pain than the belt blistering her bottom, she felt almost dizzy under the conflicting assault of exquisite agony now consuming her.
“Shhh, relax, Mary.” His hands massaged her bottom as he groaned with pleasure, pushing a little deeper. “You can take this.”
Somehow, his words, hearing his pleasure, made it a little easier for her. Mary wanted to please him, enjoyed it, and knowing she was doing so helped relieve some of the difficulty. Panting, she breathed through the pain, the same way she did during a spanking, then moaned as Rex slid deeper. Now that the initial breach was past her tight hole, it tried to close around him, but he had lubricated his shaft, and it pushed easily past her clenching muscles.
The throbbing burn had not eased, exactly, but it had was bearable as she became accustomed to the sensation. The shocking feeling of fullness, like there was no room left inside of her, not even for a full breath of air, was overwhelming. Rex had been correct—with his cock slowly sliding into her forbidden entrance, impossible to ignore or remain indifferent to, she did indeed feel mastered. Claimed. Taking him this way meant surrendering herself completely, and surrendering heated her passion to a shocking degree, despite the empty ache of her untouched pussy.
Rex bottomed out, his skin and hair rough against her whipped skin, and Mary whimpered again, knowing he was now fully inside her.
“Good girl,” he murmured, holding himself still while she adjusted. The praise sent a wave of heat and satisfaction through her. Then he began to move. Drawing back and pushing forward, the two sensations were so very different, so very intense, and Mary clawed at the bed in reaction.
Heat flared, ecstasy and agony intertwining, and her head spun. Each stroke was tortured rapture, a wickedly raw show of dominance, and Mary cried out with confused passion. Thrusting harder, faster, Rex rode her from behind, filling her over and over with his cock with wicked intention. Breasts swaying beneath her, her hard nipples rubbed against the mattress, further stimulating her, adding another brush of pleasure while every slap of his body against her burning cheeks contributed to the erotic torment.
Leaning forward, Rex’s weight bore down on her as his hand slipped over her hip and between her legs. Fingers met slick, swollen folds. Mary thought she might faint when he swirled the digits over her clit, sending a wave of pure sexual bliss through her.
“Michael!” She bucked beneath him, unable to take the hot blend of conflicting sensations, but there was nowhere for her to go. His weight pressed down on her, his cock pressing into her, and she screamed as the complicated jumble collided inside her, sending her over the edge and into a devastating climax. Her husband thrust hard and throbbed, filling her with his seed and completing her perverse subjugation.
Chapter 26
Rex
After a full day of keeping Mary entirely to himself, curiosity about Collins and the outcome of yesterday’s events finally overcame Rex. That and Elijah appearing on his doorstep, demanding he and Mary come to the Stuart residence to be interviewed by the Marquess. Otherwise, Rex might have been tempted to keep her to himself for even longer. They had a dinner at Hood House this evening before the Manchester Ball, anyway, which would be interesting. He wondered if Mary would tell her family about yesterday’s abduction.
Seated in Oliver Stuart’s study, she looked the very picture of a composed tonnish lady, the green walking dress looking particularly well on her. Her hands were folded on her lap, and the curls of her hair were perfectly in place. One would never guess the day before she had risked her own life by charging off on her own, or that she had been roundly punished for it. Rex wagered sitting so sedately still required some effort.
The redness of her arse had worn off by this morning, but there had still been a few raised lines across her skin from the edges of the belt, and she had been sitting rather gingerly at breakfast. Although neither had stopped her from responding with eagerness when he had tipped her back into bed immediately afterward, she had seemingly enjoyed the lingering sensitivity.
None of that was evident in her demeanor. She was calm and composed in the face of one of the most intimidating men in England. It was not just his position as a Marquess which made him powerful, though that was part of it, but mostly, that of being the Crown’s spymaster. While his position was a well-kept secret, the power it gave him hung about him like an aura.
Mary treated him like a slightly exasperating but well-meaning uncle, especially once he began questioning her on the whereabouts of his niece.
“What, exactly, was Evie doing there?” Hands steepled in front of him, there was a menace to Stuart’s tone that made Rex bristle, though the ire did not seem directed at Mary, and she appeared supremely unbothered by it. Rex could not blame the man. He would have been out of his mind if Mary had disappeared for months on end. Leaning against the shelves behind his father, Elijah’s interest sharpened, his mouth tightening.
“I did not get the chance to ask,” Mary replied. Rather than projecting wide-eyed innocence, which Rex had expected, she sounded almost shocked at the question. “I was so happy to see her. I thought I was going to die, you know. Collins had been holding the gun on me for ages.”
The arms of Rex’s chair creaked in protest of the grip of his fingers. He did not like being reminded of how much danger Mary had been in. She shot him an apologetic glance before turning her attention back to Stuart, who was pressing his lips together and looking very much like he was trying to decide if he could rail at Mary after her, admittedly, harrowing experience.
“Mary, we need to know where she is. She could be in danger,” Stuart said, his voice wavering between coaxing and stern, as though he had not been able to decide which tack to take and had ended up caught somewhere in the middle.
Primly looking down her nose, Mary was clearly unmoved by his assertion.
“Perhaps if you were more forthcoming with Evie, she would be more so with you.” The tilt to her head was particularly saucy, and even though her sass was not directed at him, Rex felt his hand twitch.
