Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 78100 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 391(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78100 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 391(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
If she understood how much her nervous, reluctant question fired his blood, she would guard her tone. “If I am going to spank you,” he said, returning to the bed, “that is for you to bear, isn’t it? But no. Just now that isn’t my primary goal. I told you, we’re doing secret things. New, different ways of lovemaking.”
He took one of her wrists and lifted it above her head to rest against the leftmost spindle of the inn’s narrow bed. He quickly fixed it there with the ribbon. “I’m going to tie you to the bed by your wrists. Many ladies find it exciting.”
“What will you do then?” she asked in a quavering voice, as he secured her other wrist to the rightmost spindle.
“I’m going to play with your bottom, sweet girl. Like a spanking, but different.”
He stood back and looked down at Rosalind, thrilled to find her tied to his bed, aroused beyond measure to see her testing the bonds. Her bottom bore a few pink marks from his careless spanks earlier. He palmed his cock and knelt beside her, tracing those marks, caressing her soft skin. She twitched beneath his hands, tensing her bottom cheeks.
“Do you know how much I love your arse?” he asked softly. “You drive me mad, sweeting.”
“Oh.” She tensed her cheeks again. “I don’t mean to.”
He laughed softly, not that it was a laughing matter, the manner in which he was about to molest his wife. He reached to the small bowl of olive oil the southern Italians provided with each meal and took a bit on his fingertips. “This is a very private sort of lovemaking,” he said. “For a husband to come inside his wife here. There is a lot of sensation to be had. I’ll show you.”
He delved between her curvaceous cheeks, tracing about her bottom hole. He only meant to tease her, not to breach her. He would not have trespassed further, not yet, if she hadn’t drawn her breath in and said “oh” with such angelic curiosity.
He stroked her back with one hand and with the other, inserted a fingertip into her bottom. She lay very still, her wrists pulling lightly at the garter strings. He’d given her a little room to move in them, but not much.
“How does that feel?” he asked, as the silence deepened.
“It feels…strange.”
“Does it hurt?”
She buried her head in the sheets a moment, then answered with a muffled, “No, sir.”
He added another finger. The oil made them slip in too easily, to the first knuckle. He moved them in and out of her hole. She arched a little, sighing. His cock was so hard, he could feel it throbbing in his brain.
“Playing is not like spanking,” she said. “It does feel a little uncomfortable, but not the same at all.”
It could feel like a punishment, he thought. Sometimes, for enjoyment, he would put things in her arsehole for punishment, but right now, he wanted to make love to her.
He cleared his throat, trying to sound reassuring when all he wanted to do was shove inside her. “A husband can make love to his wife here and there is no chance of conceiving a child from it.”
“Oh.” She gasped as he slid his fingers deeper still.
“But there is still sensation, a lot of it. There can be satisfaction. But as you said, it can be a bit uncomfortable at first. You have to be brave.”
Yes, his darling Rosalind would have to be brave, because he had to be inside her there, now. The way she sighed and tugged at the garter strings, and moved her hips…
He returned to the bowl of olive oil and rubbed a thin sheen over his cock. He added more to his fingers and pressed it to Rosalind’s opening. He should not be doing this. He must be mad, and yet… Why not make this part of their honeymoon? Why not introduce her to his vices, now that she was stuck with him for life?
“I’m going to make love to your arsehole now,” he told her. “It’s so secret, my love, you must never tell anyone. Do you promise?”
“Y-yes, my lord.”
“It will hurt a bit at first, so I’ll go slow. If you try to stay relaxed and accepting, it will all go well. It will feel very good and very tight and close, you understand?”
“Oh. Yes.”
She did not understand, could have no way of understanding, but soon she would know. He positioned his cock to her oiled opening and began to press inside. He’d stretched her a little with his fingers, but his throbbing, thick cock was another matter, and she made a small, distressed sound as the widest part of the tip breached her.
“Steady on,” he said, soothing her. “This is the hardest part. You’re doing very well.”
Her hands curled into fists in their ribbon bindings. She tensed her bottom, but he kissed the back of her neck and stayed inside her, letting her accustom to the pressure.