Page 15 of The Lady
Lady Delilah Darling
Henry’s cock—yes,that word was so much more appropriate than any she’d had for it before—dragged in and out of her, pushing the air out of her lungs as he filled her over and over again. Her body was still sore, especially between her legs, yet his unexpected invasion felt so good. She did not know how to reconcile the two.
Hot breath bathed the back of her neck as he grunted, using her body for his pleasure, all while working to bring her to her own culmination. He expertly pinched and caressed, making her writhe with pleasure and pain. The need inside of her was already growing as fast and hard as he was thrusting into her. Ecstasy rose up as she burned with the waves of pleasure washing over her, feeding the flames rioting through her core.
No sooner had she begun to come down from the heights of rapture than he pushed her forward onto her stomach, his cock still driving in and out of her, but now his hands were no longer providing any stimulation. All she could feel was his cock, his groin slapping against her buttocks, and his hands gripping her hips hard as he pressed her into the mattress and pillaged her with all the fervor of a man on the brink. Her cries were muffled, her pussy burning from the rough use and the overstimulation of sensitive tissues, but there was nothing she could do. She was pinned beneath him, a receptacle for his lust, and overcome by intense sensations swirling through her.
He buried himself inside of her with a loud groan, and she felt him pulse within her, throbbing against the walls of her body. His weight pressed down on her from behind, crushing her beneath him, his cock still buried inside of her.
“Mmmm.” He nuzzled the back of her neck through her hair while she panted for air, still shuddering from the aftermath of her orgasm.
Dazed, she lay under him, trying to understand the conflicting feelings converging on her. Everything that had once seemed wrong now felt right, and everything that had once been right was now wrong.
There was a man atop her. Inside her. Yesterday morning such a thing would have been unthinkable. Unimaginable.
Despite her deliberate decision yesterday, the question of what she had truly gotten herself into was rising, more strongly than it had before. Perhaps because she was better rested, perhaps because she now had some inkling of what this life would be like, perhaps because there was still so much she did not know, but she could not help feeling, she had made a devil’s bargain.
She did not even know what she was. He called her a pet but had not explained what that meant. Certainly not a wife. A mistress? Did he have other women? Other pets? And why did the thought make her stomach churn with unhappiness?
At least, she’d known what to expect at Lady Fenton’s house, even if it had been miserable.
Another part of her mind argued, so far, nothing she had experienced with Henry demonstrated life would be worse, but she did not like the unknown. And the worry Lady Fenton would somehow find her and come for her pressed on her. She did not know how to stop that from lingering at the back of her mind.
The comforting weight pressing her down withdrew, leaving her feeling cold and alone, and Delilah cursed her inner turmoil. There was a voice in her mind, scolding her, telling her she should have been relieved by his withdrawal, yet part of her wanted him to return.
“Up, pet.” A little slap on her bottom, not nearly as hard as the spanking yesterday, made her jump and squeal. “It is already noon, and there is much to do before this evening.”
“What is there to do?” Asking felt rather daring, but he did not chide her.
“We need to get you settled before anything else,” he replied, going to the door and opening it, apparently unconcerned by his complete lack of clothing. Like her, he’d slept in the bare. Crouching down, he picked up a tray that had been left outside the door.
As before, his answer did not actually answer her question. Biting her lower lip, she was unsure how far she was willing to push him.
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The Tramp
Turning,holding the tray with his usual breakfast of fruit and croissants—he would eat more fully in a few hours—Henry was amused to see Delilah watching him with an anxious expression on her lovely face. She had the sheets pulled up to her breasts again, covering them, and her tousled blonde hair flowed over her shoulders and midway down her back. Apparently, her mistrust and modesty had reasserted itself overnight. He was not surprised.
His poor little pet had been mistreated. It would take some time for her to see that she would be protected and pampered. Not that he would slack off disciplining her when it was warranted, and he knew he could be a rough lover, but he rather thought she’d enjoyed both of those things last night.
“Put the sheet down,” he directed, bringing the tray over to the bed and setting it down. There was also a basin of water and several cloths for washing.
“What?” She clutched the sheet tighter to her chest, amusing him even further. As if he had not seen and touched every inch of her already.
Shaking his head, rather than repeating himself, he moved the tray to the foot of the bed before turning and swiftly yanking the sheet from her hands and off her body. She shrieked with surprise, automatically trying to cover herself with her arms, but Henry was no longer concerned with that. Easily handling her, he picked her up and plopped her down across her lap, enjoying her little wail when she recognized the position.
“When I give you an order, pet, I mean for it to be obeyed.”
SMACK!
Since she should already know better after last night, this morning’s spanking was going to be a little rougher than the previous night’s.
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Lady Delilah Darling
SMACK!
