Chapter 15 #2
Every time they spoke, she could feel them making progress.
Now that Iris knew why Philip acted the way that he did, she wasn’t nearly as inclined to hold his hostile temperament against him.
She saw it instead for what it was, a natural inclination to protect.
The anger he spewed aimed at himself because he hated when he could not do so.
Bit by bit, this marriage is turning into something real.
“On that note…” Philip pulled himself from Iris’ grasp and turned around.
The anger was gone from behind his eyes, replaced now by a look that she knew well.
A look that sent a warmth spreading quickly through her body.
“When I saw you and Percy return, my first thought was that you needed to be punished.”
She raised an eyebrow as if daring him. “Is that so?”
“Oh yes…” He stepped into her, both hands taking hers and holding them as he met her eyes. “As is always the case, I assumed you were doing it to frustrate me. That what you needed most was discipline.”
Her heart leapt through her chest. “I… I still might…”
He flashed his eyes with hunger. “Only now, I can’t help but think that perhaps I was too harsh on you. After all, for once you weren’t trying to upset me.”
“I… but what if I was?” There was an edge of desperation in her voice, because she wanted the discipline. She wanted the punishment.
“No.” He shook his head. “You did nothing wrong, I know that. But by my mind, all that means is that instead of a punishment, you should be rewarded. For forgiving me because, like you said, you are good like that. Are you not?”
Her heart started to race at the implication.
Iris liked the punishment. She liked being treated as a bad girl in need of a firm hand.
But it wasn’t the same if she did not deserve it, if it was not earned.
And also, just as she liked being punished, she knew too how much she liked to be rewarded for good behavior.
Body trembling, she held Philip’s hungry eyes so that he could see exactly what was on her mind. “It was rather good of me, wasn’t it?”
“So very good.” Releasing one hand, he reached up and gently touched under her chin. His thumb stroked it and she moaned at his touch. “My good girl.”
Then, Philip leaned in and planted a kiss on her lips.
Iris accepted the kiss without hesitation. She breathed it in as if the kiss filled her with life. It was a soft kiss, gentle and tender, and it told her exactly how much Philip cared for her and how desperate he was to show it.
They kissed for some time. It wasn’t overly passionate. It wasn’t devouring and messy. Lips parted. Tongues lapped and played. Philip kept a hold of her hand and squeezed as if he never wanted to let go. And Iris’ heart swelled inside her chest. Such a simple kiss, but it felt resounding.
When he pulled away, she gasped as if a piece of her had been torn off.
Philip wore a smirk when he saw her reaction. “Don’t fret, we are not done just yet. Not by far.”
“My… my reward?” she stuttered, trying to keep her excitement hidden. “You are not going to deny it to me this time, are you.”
“I would not dream of it,” he agreed. Still holding her by the hand, he led her across the room and toward the bed. “I can’t help but feel that I owe you. After last time, how we were interrupted…” He clicked his tongue. “A good girl like you shouldn’t be left wanting like that.”
“I shouldn’t be,” she agreed.
He flashed his eyes wickedly. “Now, do you remember where we were exactly…” Those same eyes glanced at the bed.
Iris’ heart hammered in her chest. Her knees shook. And where she was nervous and unsure, she knew exactly what to do. What Philip wanted of her.
Without questioning it, she walked to the end of the bed and slowly bent forward over the bed..
“Good girl,” Philip purred as he came closer.
She could hardly breathe as she felt him kneel behind her.
And she caught her breath in her throat when his hands took the skirt of her dress and started to lift it above the back of her thighs and over her backside so her cheeks were left exposed and bare.
She was trembling. Thighs tingling. Already moist and she knew it was just the beginning.
Philip moaned as his hands began to massage her exposed backside. He took it with both hands, squeezing and grabbing and she could hear his breath rattling in his chest.
“This is…” He groaned further. “Tell me one more time. Do you think that you deserve this?”
“I do,” she said. Still looking ahead, she clutched the bedding with both hands and braced herself.
He laughed deeply as his hands began to trace down the back of her thighs. And she gasped and bit down when she felt his lips kiss her exposed skin. A soft kiss but she felt it throughout her entire body.
“I know you do,” he purred as he kissed her again, moving down her cheeks and onto her thighs. “You have been so good for me, and nothing is more deserved.” More kisses, each one soft and wet and felt everywhere. “Such a good girl.”
She braced herself as those kisses moved closer to between her thighs.
His hands gently spread them open. She pushed her weight back, exposing herself fully.
The kisses inched deeper, turned wetter, his tongue licking now, his ragged breathing growing.
He moved then, lying down on, his back to the floor, his head between her feet.
He grasped her thighs and pulled her down to her knees.
Iris’ entire body shook. She had her eyes wide open, looking ahead, readying herself for…
“Oh!” she gasped when she felt his mouth kiss her lips. “Philip… Oh…” She moaned and spasmed as his mouth kissed her there again. “Philip… that… you… I…” She didn’t know what to say!
“My good girl,” he purred. “Try not to enjoy yourself too much.” And that was when his attentions intensified.
It was his lips that she felt at first. They were gentle and wet, sucking over her womanhood as if he was trying to draw poison from a wound. Her womanhood throbbed and her thighs quivered and the pleasure that rolled over her body was so all-encompassing that she could hardly stand it.
Next was his tongue. As he sucked, that tongue licked inside of her, tasting and devouring her in a way that suggested he couldn’t get enough.
He kept his hands gripped firmly on her thighs, holding her in place as he pulled her into him so his tongue could go as deep as was possible.
It took everything Iris had not to scream.
She gasped instead, her hands clutching at the bedding, her eyes shutting tight and her body turning stiff.
“Philip…” she breathed heavily. “Philip… don’t stop… please, don’t stop…”
His lips then moved slightly as they found the bundle of nerves located at her womanhood.
Somehow, he managed to get his mouth around it, she felt it swell and throb; each time he sucked it a pang of pleasure stabbed through her entire body so that she wanted to kicked her legs out but was unable because he was holding them steady.
It was a strange feeling to be so at the duke’s mercy and completely exposed. Bent over as she was. Looking forward and unable to see. All she could do was give in and feel him.
On instinct, one hand reached around and gripped the top of his head just in case he decided to pull back. She held his face there, a handful of hair between her fingers, eyes still shut tight as her body reacted.
Her breathing grew in intensity. A fire brewed deep in her loins. She spread her legs further apart and reared up her exposed backside, giving herself to the duke completely.
“Yes…” she moaned as the pleasure took her. “Right there… there… do not… keep going… oh!”
She felt it coming. The same as the last time. A sensation she could not describe but one that built quickly. It started where the duke’s mouth was sucking but soon spread down her thighs and over her body. It was hot. It was wild. It almost hurt but she knew that feeling to be pleasures untold.
“Philip…” she wept. “I’m… I don’t know… something is…”
Philip started to suck faster. He started to lick with more fury. He refused to release her, moving his lips to the rhythm of her breathing and how her body shook.
Greater, the sensation rose inside of her. More tempestuous. More violent. She released his head and latched back onto the bedding. She kept her eyes shut. She clenched her jaw. She waited for it, the all-consuming force that threatened to rip her apart. And then, it hit her.
“Oh! Oh… Philip! Yes! Yes! Do not stop! Never stop!” She cried, not even knowing why she did. But the pleasure that took her over spewed from her mouth because if it did not let it she worried she might explode.
It battered her. Pushing her into the bed. She could not breathe. She could not think! All she knew was that she did not want it to stop.
And when it did, slowly seeping from her body, she could still feel its touch. It tingled all over her skin and seemed to seep from her pours. She collapsed into the bed, hardly able to breathe let alone speak.
And Philip, knowing what had happened, gently finished with her. His tongue pulled back. His lips unlatched. His hands released her thighs and he stood back to his feet.
“I take it you enjoyed yourself,” he said, out of breath.
“Huh?” she said, her face buried into the bed.
He laughed. “No less than you deserved, I think. For being so good to me.”
“I am…” she panted and puffed. “So, good.”
“My good girl,” he said with a deep chuckle. “My good wife.”