Page 50 of Wedded to the Forbidden Duke
“Too much?” Ian murmured, running the flat of his palm soothingly against the tender spot.
She shook her head immediately. “No.” It was true; she had reacted out of surprise, more than anything else.
“Shall I continue with this? Or shall I continue with my earlier promise to stop our activities for the night entirely?” he said. His voice, low and husky, melted straight into her core.
Surprised though she had been, Cecilia knew one thing with certainty: whatever he wanted to teach her in the bedroom, she wanted to learn.
“Please do not stop,” she said. “Whatever you do, just don’t stop.”
“Very well,” he murmured, and spanked her again on the other side.
He alternated sides, as well as pressure, being certain never to spank her so hard that the pain would outweigh the thrill. All the while, Cecilia continued to tease him back, relishing the way she was able to get a reaction out of him even while lying prone across his lap.
“Is that the best you can do?” she said, after one particularly hard slap, trying to keep a light tone. “I am beginning to suspect you will tire of this punishment long before I do.”
She was rewarded with an even harder slap, which she took with relish. The stinging in her backside had turned into a pleasant tingle, which only made her all the more aware of how delicious it was to be where she was now—naked, aroused, in the arms of a man who wanted nothing more than to show her all the different ways of experiencing pleasure.
“Perhaps you are right,” he said finally, sounding a bit breathless himself. Cecilia found herself rolled onto her back, looking up at the ceiling. To her surprise, he did not climb atop her, as she had suspected. Instead, he lay on his back besides her. “Come here,” he said, tapping her hip with his hand.
She acquiesced, allowing him to maneuver her so that she straddled him, with a leg to either side of his hips.
“I do find myself growing weary,” he said, looking up at her with those blue eyes so piercing they could drive any woman mad with lust. “I have toiled away trying to teach you how to behave more properly, and my efforts have been in vain. So here, it isyour turn. You wanted to be in charge, after all. You want your pleasure? Take it.”
Taking her hand in his, he showed her how to line up the head of his length at her entrance. Removing his hand, he nodded at her.
Cecilia sank down on his length slowly, enjoying the way it filled her from this new angle. She felt him even more deeply this way, she was surprised to discover. Once she had taken him to the hilt, she was forced to stop for a moment, allowing herself to grow accustomed to this new feeling.
As she did so, she ran her hands across his chest, lightly scraping her nails across. He seemed to like that, growling in approval, and his hands similarly explored her body. His hands ran up her waist to cup her breasts, and his eyes greedily dragged across every inch of exposed skin with a ravenousness that made it impossible for her to feel even the slightest bit of embarrassment.
“You are ravishing,” he said, hips shifting slightly below hers. She rolled her own hips in response, allowing him to move in and out of her, setting a slow rhythm.
She could see from his face how much he longed for her to move faster. She longed for it, too, but there was a wicked sweetness in making him wait longer, in continuing to push him up to the edge in the same way he pushed her.
He soon caught on to what she was doing. “This is meant to be a punishment, wife,” he growled, his hands clamping onto her hips, trying to encourage her to move more quickly.
“You continue to claim that,” she said tauntingly, though she did pick up the pace a bit. “And yet, here I am, entirely unrepentant. It would seem you have little talent for doling out punishments, husband. I suppose tomorrow I shall simply have to repeat my behavior from today.”
Suddenly, she found herself on her back.
Ian thrust into her so deeply she could not help but let out a low, guttural moan, legs wrapping around his hips and arms wrapping around his back to claw at his shoulders.
Finally, it seemed she had reached a breaking point.
He pounded into her with increasing speed and force, hitting spots deep within her that delivered her more pleasure than ever before. It was as though she was seeing stars with each thrust.
“What have you to say now, wife?” he said, his breath hot against her ear, chuckling when she could do nothing but moan in response. “Any smart quips? Any biting remarks?”
“D-do not stop,” she managed, clinging to him with all her might as she neared her edge. “Please do not stop. I am close, Ian, I am close—please?—”
“Don’t finish,” he said, redoubling his efforts. “Not until you have learned your lesson.”
“I have,” she begged, “I have. Please. You are close, too, I can—I can feel it—oh?—”
Finally, she tumbled over the edge. He continued to thrust into her as her pleasure peaked, growing harder still as he neared his own completion.
He shuddered, spilling into her, before the two of them collapsed, clinging to each other like two people who had just been through a great storm.
“You are right,” he admitted “I could not have left you wanting, though I was sorely tempted. You are entirely impossible to resist, Cecilia. I can hardly be in the same room as you without wanting to touch you. It is pure torture. You maddening creature, you beauty, you vixen. I want you more than I have wanted anything in my life. I would do anything to have you like this.”
