Chapter 41
Kalina
Gasping, Kalina tried to shake the sleep from her head as Nathanial’s hand came down again on her upturned bottom. If the sensations weren’t so sharp, she would have thought she was still dreaming.
“What?” She’d meant to ask why, but she was still grappling with the suddenness of the spanking and the way her body was pulsing with need from the way she’d been woken.
It was certainly not the worst way to wake up, but she would have preferred seeing it through to its inevitable conclusion, not having her pleasure interrupted by a spanking.
“Why did you let me believe that you were part of it?” Nathanial’s voice was full of aggrieved frustration as well as self-recrimination. “You asked me to spank you, for God’s sake! You let me believe you were trying to atone for something you had actually done!”
“I—” She shook her head, trying to make sense of it all, then shrieked as his hand came down again. “I just wanted you to forgive me!”
“Forgive you for what? You had done nothing wrong!” His hand came down again with a sharp smack, then rested on her upturned bottom. The extra warmth emanating from her skin made his palm feel hot against it.
“Then why are you spanking me?” She looked over her shoulder at him, utterly confused, especially when he glared at her.
“Because you had me spank you for something you did not do.”
Clearly, it made sense to him.
Kalina was uncertain if she was just too tired or if the concept was just too convoluted.
“I am sorry?” It came out as more of a question than a statement. Kalina tried to roll onto her back, but his fingers dug into her bottom, keeping her in place, like he was uncertain whether or not he was finished with it and therefore refused to let it out of his reach.
“What are you sorry for?”
“Um… asking you to spank me?”
She really was not entirely sure. Nathanial scowled at her. Even if she was just repeating what he’d said, maybe it was her uncertain tone that he was unhappy with now.
But she really did not understand.
“I would never have spanked you if I’d realized you truly had nothing to do with trapping me,” he growled. “It would not be… it is not…” He floundered for the words, but Kalina was starting to understand.
It was not fair.
Nor was it honorable of him to punish her for something she had not actually done. And Nathanial had already proven how important it was to him to do the honorable thing.
Kalina thought she understood now.
“He is my father. I still bear some of the guilt. I could have reacted better when I woke. If I had not screamed…”
His hand rubbed her bottom, fingers brushing over the sensitive crinkled rosebud between them, and a shiver went up her spine in reaction.
“Your maid was screaming, too.”
“Well, yes, but I added to the problem.”
Nathanial snorted and lifted his hand to get her another hard swat.
“Ow! What was that for?”
“For being a martyr. You are hardly in control of your father’s actions or your maid’s reaction.”
“I thought you were upset with me for asking to be spanked,” she groused.
“For asking to be spanked when you did not deserve it. Personally, I think that taking on the burden of others’ actions as your own deserves a bit of punishment.
” He rubbed her bottom where he’d just swatted it, sending pleasure pulsing through her.
“Though I admire your loyalty, that goes a touch far. The only actions you are responsible for are your own.”
His fingers brushed over the entrance to her bottom again, pressing against it when she did not answer.
“Do you not agree, Kalina?”
“You have taken on the debts your father owed as if they were your own.” She huffed. While she might be guilty, so was he.
Nathanial’s fingers stilled.
“That is not quite the same, and you know it. Besides, it is not done out of loyalty but necessity. Especially if I am going to establish my sisters with any kind of good standing.”
That was true enough. The family would have been ostracized if Nathanial had not made good on his father’s debts, especially considering the number of high-ranking nobles his father had owed large sums of money to. Which was not fair, but it was how Society worked.
Whereas the only person ostracizing Kalina had been her husband.
“I wanted you to talk to me,” she muttered. “And I felt guilty because… he’s my father.”
“I admire your loyalty to him, but I’d prefer your loyalty be to me,” Nathanial said quietly.
“It is!”
“Is it? I had to discover that you had misled me on your own. I cannot help but wonder if that was at least partly to ease things for your father.”
Well, he was not entirely wrong there. Kalina was not sure what she should do about it.
She stayed silent because she now felt guilty.
She had not deceived Nathanial when it came to tricking him into her room—that had been her father.
But she had deceived him when she’d allowed him to think that she’d been a part of the plot.
Which meant she could not entirely blame him for being upset with her.
If she thought he’d wronged her, and he had not, she would also be very upset to discover that he had accepted responsibility for the deed and let her think that he was guilty when, in fact, he was innocent. So, by trying to make things right between them, she had actually wronged him.
And it was far too early in the morning to be trying to pick through such a Gordian Knot.
“I think I need to demonstrate how thoroughly you are mine now,” Nathanial said. “Stay right here. Do not move.”
He got up from the bed, leaving her bent over on her knees, warmed bottom in the air, and facing her pillow. Long strands of her hair hung down on one side of her head.
What was he doing?
She wanted to know.
But he’d told her not to move.
So, she did not move.
Her ears strained to hear him instead, and she did not have long to wait before he came back into her room. The bed moved and dipped as he climbed back on, this time positioning himself directly behind her rather than at her side.
What did he mean that he was going to demonstrate that she was his?
Something prodded at the entrance to her bottom, slick and hard.
His fingers. She’d become accustomed to penetrating that tiny hole at this point, though usually with his mouth on her pussy when he did so.
Without that distraction, the sensation of his fingers pushing into the narrow passageway was far more intense.
“Oh!” She rocked forward, but his other hand grasped her hip, holding her in place.
“You’ve been very naughty, Kalina,” he said firmly as his fingers twisted inside her, going deeper, spreading the slick lubrication he’d coated them with along her tight channel.
She gasped as he moved his fingers with purpose, stretching her open.
It hurt, and it didn’t.
It was incredibly uncomfortable but somehow pleasurable at the same time.
And she would happily take the discomfort to please him.
For some reason, being told she was naughty while he inflicted a perversely naughty act on her bottom made her arousal climb and her pussy pulse.
“I understand you will always be loyal to your parents and your brother, but your loyalty belongs first and foremost to me.” The fingers retreated.
He shifted behind her, and something much thicker pressed against the loosened entrance.
Pressed and moved, making her gasp and shudder as it began to stretch her far wider than his fingers had.
His cock, she thought faintly. He is putting his cock there. “You will not tell me a falsehood again, not even to protect your father.”
He thrust forward, his cock sliding along the lubricated path his fingers had created, and Kalina cried out at the sharp sensation of being so thoroughly invaded.
So entirely filled. It felt like all the breath was being forced out of her body as he stretched her virgin bottom open with his cock.
The snug fit made her muscles spasm and cramp, like they were trying to push him back out of her, but he just moaned in response, tightening his grip on her hips.
The pain was bearable, especially tinged with pleasure as it was. Certainly, it did not hurt any more than the spankings he’d given her, yet it felt so much more intimate. She felt vulnerable in a way she’d never experienced before. It was the penance she had not known how to give.
She would take it. Every thrust. Every cramp. Every ache. She would take and celebrate each of them as he plundered her depths, if that was what he wanted. If it was what pleased him.
“Say it, Kalina,” he ordered, withdrawing slightly, then thrusting back in again, even deeper this time.
“I will not tell you a falsehood again!” She shuddered, crying out as he withdrew and thrust, this time filling her completely. The sensation was shockingly intense, her toes and fingers curling as her body was assaulted by the agonizing ecstasy of such an indecent act.
“Not even to protect your father.”
“Not even to protect my father,” she repeated dutifully, moaning and clenching as he withdrew again.
The sensation of his cock receding was even more intense than its invasion, rasping rawly along her senses, leaving her gasping for breath before he thrust in again and forced the breath from her lungs as he filled her.
Her pussy spasmed emptily, greedily, wanting his cock for itself, yet there was another part of her that gloried in the shocking intimacy of having him in such a forbidden, wicked manner.
It felt like a reckoning.
A claiming.
“You are mine,” Nathanial growled, moving harder, faster, taking her more forcefully.
Kalina cried out as the pain and pleasure collided inside her, spiraling through her and winding her tighter and tighter. One of his hands moved down her hip, between her legs, to stroke the swollen bud that was throbbing between them, and she felt like she might collapse.
“My Kalina. My wife.”
His fingers pressed on her clitoris, rubbing, circling.
She was going to climax while he was in her bottom.
The wave of pleasure rose within her, his thrusts between her heated cheeks sending aching pulses through her body.
She writhed, caught between his hand and his hard thrusts, dropping her head down so that her cheek rested against the silky fabric of the sheets beneath her as she cried out.
The overwhelming rush of sensations was almost too much to bear.
The girth of his cock seemed to thicken inside her, the already rigid length stiffening further as he slammed into her from behind. His fingers moved relentlessly, forcing her to the peak of erotic rapture and over the edge… and she fell, crying out his name as she went over the cliff.
Nathanial
The tight grip of his wife’s virgin ass as she came for him was too much for him to resist. Her muscles clamped around him, spasming, and he groaned as he thrust into her bottom completely, using his hand on her pussy to hold her tightly against him as he groaned and flooded her bowels with his seed.
Kalina whimpered, rubbing her bottom against him, still clenching and milking his cock of every last drop.
Letting out a long sigh of air, Nathanial wrapped his arm under his wife’s hips and turned them both so they were lying in bed again.
Him behind her, his cock still embedded in her sweet arse, her body cradled against his.
Pressing a kiss to the back of her neck, he fondled her breast, feeling both of their racing hearts begin to slow, their panting breaths return to normal.
“Are you still upset with me?” she whispered once she’d caught her breath.
“Not at all.” Nathanial toyed with one pert nipple between his fingers, giving it a little tug.
Her bottom clenched around his cock, which was still half-hard, and the small squeeze made it jerk inside her.
He kissed the back of her neck again. “You took your punishment like a good girl. All is well between us again.”
He took a deep breath.
“I need to apologize to you as well. I did not know but… I did not ask either. And I am honest enough to admit that if I had asked, and you had told me you had no hand in trapping me, I would not have believed you. Everything I saw…”
She sighed, wriggling slightly against him, her bottom rubbing his hips. The movement might have dislodged his cock, but he had not shrunk enough, and he was not sure he was going to at this point. Even though he had just climaxed, he could feel his arousal beginning to stir again.
“I could have tried to tell you,” she said softly.
“I am not sure it would have mattered, though I wish I had been given the opportunity to believe you. But I do not like that you asked to be punished for something you did not do.” He tightened his hold on her. “Never do that again.”
“I will not. I do not like it when people are upset with me.” Her hand stroked over his arm at her soft admission. “But I especially do not want you to be upset with me.”
“Trust me, upset is the last thing I feel right now,” he murmured, cupping her breast as he rocked his hips forward. His cock was quickly growing in size. He felt, as much as heard, her whimper as it began to stretch her wide again.
This time, they remained on their sides as he took her slowly, tenderly moving within her already well-used bottom, his cock sliding back and forth on the cum he’d already filled her with.
He stroked her pussy, drawing little circles around her clit, until they tumbled over the finish line of ecstasy again.
Afterward, he rang for a bath.
All in all, it was one of the most enjoyable mornings he’d ever had, even if it had not gone quite as anticipated. He wished it could last forever, but of course, it could not. Eventually, they had to leave.
Face the real world.
He wanted to make his wife as happy as she made him… but in order to do that, he had to face—and forgive—the man who had wronged him so egregiously.