13. St. Erth
Ihad never felt rage this deep before, my blood pounding harshly in my ears.
I should be pleased that Catherine was so desperate to escape. It only emphasized my power over her, my triumph over the Wendovers. Each frightened squeak, every palpitation of her heart, was a sign of my revenge.
But I was furious.
Running away and hiding in the barn was one thing. But that Catherine would dare to try and entice another man to take her away from me!
It made my blood boil.
Had I not made it very clear to her that she was mine? To do exactly what I pleased with?
I put my hand on her, my fingers tightened on the back of her neck, and I felt the heat rise uncontrollably inside me as the long strands of her hair whipped and dragged across my fingers.
The leather strap that tied the luggage to the top of the carriage caught my eye and I ripped at it, causing suitcases to fall beside me on the ground, but I didn’t care. I yanked the leather strap free, flipping Catherine around and shoving her face-first against the side of the carriage.
Then I ripped up her dress, tightening the long length up in my fist until her little pink undergarments were all that was left.
I ripped those down too, sending them down around her ankles, and my wife began to wiggle around now, trying to escape. The motion made the tantalizing roundness of her pert cheeks wiggle and the rush of lust I felt made me furious.
“Stay still,” I warned her, pressing Catherine harder into the side of the carriage.
I brought the leather strap down on that creamy white ass.
It made a satisfying thwack as it connected with her skin. Catherine yelped like she’d never been spanked in her life.
I did it again, on her other deliciously bare cheek. It pleased me to see the flesh redden, and my wife wiggle with discomfort.
It pleased me too goddamn much.
I was uncomfortably aware that my cock was throbbing at the thought of sinking my hard length into her, breeding her again, forcing my release in her, and swelling her belly round with my seed.
“You’re not to touch other men,” I said angrily, trying to ignore my painfully hard cock. “And if you try to escape from me again I’ll tie you up with a rope and drag you behind the carriage.”
I thrashed her again, making sure she was spanked with the full strength of my arm.
She could have been goddamn killed doing something stupid like that,I seethed to myself.
She whined and mewled, sounding like a little angry cat, and I spanked her several more times, gritting my teeth to keep myself from plunging a hand into her warm cunt.
When I stopped for a moment her ass was glowing.
My cock was so hard it ached in my pants, and I flipped Catherine back around, making sure to grind her sore ass against the carriage door.
There were angry tears running down her face and I couldn’t help my lips twisting up.
“Here,” I said, taking out my handkerchief. “I don’t want to fuck you with snot running down your face.”
“I don’t want to. . .fuck you at all!” she raged at me, and I was amused to see her set her chin to use my same vulgar language.
“That’s too bad for you,” I said harshly, my cock aching, my need urgent. “You don’t get a choice in the matter. Now wipe your face off.”
I moved the handkerchief closer, and with a little snap of her teeth, she grabbed the handkerchief and started tearing chunks out of it like a little angry kitten.
I wanted to laugh but I grabbed her chin with one hand, tightening my fingers so she was forced to stop.
“Claws in, kitten.”
I gave her a little spank on her bare sore ass to make sure she knew she was at my mercy. I could feel the precum beading on my cock, making my breeches wet and I couldn’t wait any longer. I braced her against the carriage door, twisting her dress up in my arms, and I yanked my cock out.
Her mouth was set in such a pretty pink pout that I couldn’t help bending down to kiss her, keeping my fingers roughly on her jaw so she couldn’t close her mouth to me. Catherine squeaked angrily underneath my mouth, struggling in my arms. But nothing would stop me when it came to her. She tasted exquisitely sweet, and I took a moment to force my tongue in her mouth, gather all her sweetness up for me.
Then I plunged my cock in her, gritting my teeth against the pure pleasure of her wet cunt forced to spread for me. She was so wet and warm that I was already feeling my release build.
Fuck.I knew I should have taken her this morning, but the goddamn footmen were in my room too early fucking about with the curtains.
I can’t control myself when it comes to her.
I bent down, opening my mouth over her neck, where her little fluttering heartbeat stood out. She tried to shy away from me, but that only made me grab her tighter. I bit down right over her heartbeat and she threw her head back against the carriage, wanting to get away. But there was nowhere to go. No escape for her, and her little pants made me feel ravenous with need.
“Feel that, brat?” I asked, letting her go so I could nip punishing kisses all up and down her throat. “I have power even over your heartbeat. Everything about you is mine. I’m going to fill you with my seed because you’re mine to fuck and fill, wife.”
Her skin against my teeth tasted silky and suddenly I knew I couldn’t hold out any fucking longer. I put one arm against the carriage, bracing myself so I could fuck her as hard and fast as I wanted to, grinding her into the side of the carriage.
My release snaked up my spine and burst over my skull as I emptied myself inside her, tasting her skin under my tongue.
Godsdamn,but she felt good!
I’ve fucked other people’s wives, but I didn’t know fucking your own would feel this good.
What is it about her that means I can barely control myself, like I’m too feral to fuck her slowly? The way she’s soft and weak but there’s still a spark of defiance in her eyes?
I had to keep an arm around her when I let her down or she would have collapsed onto the ground, and the way her nipples peaked against my arm made me want to take her again, but unfortunately I saw my two drivers walking back from disposing of the robbers.
“You’re despicable,” she said, jerking out of my arms and opening the carriage door.
However, my sweet little wife hasn’t quite learned her lesson yet, and I shut the carriage door.
“You can walk,” I said sharply.
Her mouth dropped open. “Walk? How far away is it to Rosewood Manor?”
“Somewhere between 2 and 10 miles,” I said, even though I knew perfectly well it was only 2 or 3 miles. I hopped back into the carriage. “Maybe after a few miles I’ll let you come in if you suck my cock like a good girl.”
It amused me to see her tighten her mouth together tightly. I could take her anytime I wanted, but it would please me to see her beg.
“Never,” she said, and I smiled.
“Very well.”
Then I gave the order to go and shut the door behind me.
“You’d better walk quickly,” I added. “This area is known to attract bears.”