Chapter 46
Chapter Forty-Six
Johanna
“That was not fair!” Johanna felt her face flush as she stared up at her husband. She’d tried so hard to obey and fight against the pleasure, but he’d tricked her! And she had felt bad about not being able to obey!
Matthew chuckled as he put his fingers in his mouth, cleaning her juices from them.
“What was not fair, kitten?” he asked, bending over her to kiss one of her nipples.
The little nub had started to soften but quickly budded as he sucked it between his lips.
Johanna gasped, her body extra sensitive after the rush of pleasure from her climax, and let go of the headboard to grab at his head.
Immediately, Matthew released her nipple and took hold of her wrists, pulling them together so he could hold them with one hand. Shaking his head, he made a clucking sound.
“I did not tell you that you could let go of the headboard,” he said in a light, scolding tone. “My, my, you are being a very naughty kitten tonight.”
Heat and cold rushed through her body, at both the unfairness, yet the thrill she got from being called a naughty kitten.
She’d meant to be his good girl, but now that was impossible…
and the fact he obviously was enjoying her being his naughty kitten instead did all sorts of interesting things inside her body.
It did not matter that she’d just climaxed; there was still a deep need aching inside her, and his words only amplified it.
“I did not know,” she whined, but it did not matter.
He was already repositioning himself, using his hold on her wrists to pull her over his lap.
She caught a glimpse of his hard cock before she was in position and felt it digging into her side.
The tiara tilted on her head, reminding her that she was wearing it, and something about that made her blush even harder.
She was wearing jewels fit for a queen, but she was Matthew’s naughty little kitten, and he was going to spank her for it. The juxtaposition was very arousing for some reason.
“Let’s see… climaxing without permission, letting go of the headboard without permission, and sassing a duke.” Matthew put one hand on the middle of her back while the other caressed her bottom. “That’s quite a punishment you’ve racked up there, kitten.”
“But—”
Before she could protest, his hand had lifted and come down on her upturned bottom, making her shriek.
The sensitivity of her body post-climax remained, and the stinging burn from the swat went straight through her to her core. Gasping, Johanna rocked forward, but his hand on her back held her in place, and his palm came cracking down on her other cheek.
It hurt, yet it made her insides clench at the same time, the same way they’d clenched around his fingers while his tongue worked her over.
Again and again, his hand came down, peppering her bottom, heating her skin and her insides.
Johanna squirmed on his lap as heat and need began to curl inside her, offsetting the stinging pain from the swats.
“Ow!” She tried to buck against his hand.
The heat was growing, and since she could not get away, the only thing she could try to do was put her hands back over to cover her bottom. Even as she moved, deep down, she knew the attempt would be useless, but she could not stop herself from trying.
Matthew just chuckled again, catching her wrists and pinning them with the hand that had been pressing down on the middle of her back.
“Very naughty kitten,” he scolded. “Trying to get out of your punishment.”
“It hurts!” She squirmed, but it did no good, which just excited her more.
“If it hurts so much, why are you so aroused?” he asked, dipping his fingers into her pussy.
Johanna would have liked to say that it was left over from before, but what came out of her lips was a heated moan.
There was a part of her that very much enjoyed being over his knee, with his hand coming down on her bottom.
There was a part of her that felt the stinging swats, felt the burn, yet somehow derived pleasure from it.
Matthew
His poor, confused kitten.
Matthew’s cock throbbed against her soft side as he watched her struggling with her desires.
She was so sweetly submissive and so shocked by how he could play her body like a fiddle.
Pulling his fingers from her, he stuck them in his mouth, cleaning them off with his tongue for the second time that night.
Delicious.
The pink of her bottom was bright against the pale translucence of her skin, splotchy in places where his hand had landed multiple times.
Now, with her hands pinned to the center of her back, he could enjoy the view of her amethyst bracelet shimmering on her wrist while he spanked her.
The only downside to having her over his lap like this was the inability to see the regal jewelry adorning her while he debased her.
“Ten more,” he declared. “For trying to cover yourself during your punishment.”
“Oh, please—”
Her little shriek as his hand came down on the sit spot between the curve of her bottom and her thighs was delightful.
That sensitive area had so far gone unmarked, and Matthew decided to attend to it now.
Back and forth, her right leg, then her left leg, again and again, until he’d delivered five to each, and her cries were becoming tearful.
There now. That was a very nice hot bottom.
“Good girl,” he said soothingly, smoothing his hand over her hot skin, feeling the heat against his palm. She panted for breath, shuddering as he caressed her. “Good girl for taking your punishment so well.”
“It still was not fair,” his stubborn kitten muttered.
Matthew grinned. “Ah, well, still feeling sassy, sweetness? Perhaps you need more.”
“No!” She squeaked out the word. “I do not!”
“Hmm.” A glint of silver from the nightstand, where he’d put his coin before decking his wife out in her jewels, caught his eye, and he grinned. “Well, we shall let the coin decide.”
“But you cannot tell which side is which!” she protested, squirming as he leaned over to pick up the coin.
Matthew shrugged, even though she could not see the movement. “That is what you say, but I have been using it to make all my decisions, remember?”
The little growling noise she made was truly adorable.
He chuckled and flipped the coin, slapping it down against her hot bottom.
Which was truly becoming his favorite way to do a coin flip.
He had assumed he would never have his coin in the future to use for his decisions, accepted that it was lost, and now that he had it back, he knew he did not need it…
but he anticipated there would be ‘decisions’ he would use it for in exactly this manner of flip in the future.
“You are just choosing what it says!” Johanna squirmed again as he lifted his hand from her hot buttocks.
“Ah, yes. The coin says you need more punishment. Naughty girl sex should do it.”
His wife froze over his lap. Twisted her head around. Her face was flushed, tiara askew, hair mussed.
“What is naughty girl sex?” she asked, a slight tremor in her voice, but she could not hide her curious interest.
Matthew chuckled as he drew her up against him.
Johanna
Once more, Johanna found herself gripping the headboard with her back against the pillows, though now she had a burning bottom, her tiara felt permanently askew, and she was flushed from being over Matthew’s lap.
With her legs wide open and draped over his forearms while he kneeled between them, she squealed against his lips as his oiled finger pushed into the narrow aperture of her bottom.
Rather than answering her question about naughty girl sex, he’d gotten her into position and ordered her to remain holding onto the headboard while he opened the nightstand and got out a small bottle. The oil inside gleamed on his fingers.
Johanna had not understood what it was for until this moment.
Her cheeks flushed hotter than ever as he wickedly thrust his fingers deeper into the tight hole, his gaze boring into hers, making the sinful act almost unbearably intimate. Because he’d told her to hold on to the headboard, she could not even cover her face with her hands.
“Look at me, kitten,” he murmured, twisting his fingers inside her, making her squeak as her eyes flew open at the odd sensation.
It did not hurt, exactly, especially in comparison to the way her bottom cheeks were burning from the spanking, but it was hardly comfortable, either.
Yet having him touch her in such a base, perverse manner also aroused her to the point where she could feel her pussy fluttering, as if she had not recently been worked to the point of climax.
Looking at her husband, watching him watch her as his fingers invaded her so horribly intimate was both awful and wonderful.
Johanna whimpered as he moved his fingers inside her bottom, staring back at him as heat crawled over her body, blooming in her face.
The sting of the spanking was fading under the embarrassment of what he was doing to her.
How it was making her feel.
When he withdrew his fingers, wiping them on a nearby cloth he’d procured—she’d wondered why he’d brought that to the bed—he fisted his cock and pressed the oiled tip to her bottom.
“Oh!” Johanna gasped, arching and her fingers tightening around the spindles of the headboard as her tiny hole was stretched to receive him.
His cock was much thicker than his fingers, the discomfort increasing as he slowly pushed inside her tight channel, the burn making her want to writhe…
but she could not because of the way her legs were draped over him. “It’s too much!”
“No, it’s not,” he murmured, slowly continuing to slide into her bottom. “You can take it for me, kitten. You feel so good around my cock. So hot and tight. You want to please me, don’t you, naughty girl?”