Chapter Four
Royce's cock throbbed with painful need.
His wife's reactions had been far more than he'd anticipated.
He glanced down at her bound hands. He smiled.
He'd played games such as these with his various mistresses, but never had he truly wanted to keep someone as his slave.
Who better to tend that need than his wife?
She couldn't refuse, and even if she did, 'twould give him more reason to spank her pretty arse again.
She snuggled against him and a strange warmth crept into his bones. He frowned and pushed her to her back. Her eyes, darkened to plum with her satisfaction, flashed with confusion.
"What are you –?"
He kissed her hard, silencing her. He covered her with his body, his cock seeking and finding with minimal effort, her wet and swollen pussy. A moment's hesitation as he lifted her bound wrists and placed them over his neck. She arched toward him at the same moment he drove into her.
Her pained cry halted his motion. He knew he'd hurt her. He brushed the hair from her face. "'Tis better to have it over quickly." He winced at the thickness of his voice.
"It hurt."
She squeezed her eyes shut, one tear escaping. Her chest heaved with heavy gasps.
"I know. It won't for long."
Her watery gaze tugged at a place in him he never even realized he possessed.
He looked away and remained still inside her, much as it pained his pulsating and hard cock.
Her body needed to adjust. He needed to come.
His teeth ground together painfully as he delighted in her wet heat and fought his instinctual needs.
Her breathing steadied a moment later. He smiled. 'Twas time to slake his own desires.
He drew back, savoring the way she clenched around him.
He paused with only his tip remaining inside her.
Her slick walls surrounding him spurred an exhilaration he hadn't felt in years.
He slid back into her, delighting in the way her body quivered and she cried out.
He did it again, maintaining a leisurely rhythm, much as his cock wanted him to hurry.
But Royce didn't want this to end; he wanted to drag it out and relish each decadent moment.
His wife's body pleased him well, and he wanted to enjoy her.
You've a lifetime to enjoy her. The thought spurred his need and his balls tightened.
He grabbed her hips, holding her still as he drove in and out, her cries echoing in a strange erotic music that matched his tempo.
When he slid his fingers to her clit and gently squeezed, she gave a shriek and her body rocked under his with another climax, her pussy clutching at his cock with a ferocity he could no longer resist. 'Twas more than enough to send him over the edge and he drove deep one more time, his seed exploding.
He could barely see, barely hear, could only feel the fiery release as it tore through him, over and over, encouraged by his wife's slick hot pussy squeezing him so delightfully, leaving him sated and weak.
He collapsed atop her. She hugged him tighter.
A shiver passed over him. He didn't want to face the realization that laying here like this with his new bride seemed somehow a missing piece of his life now put into place.
Much as he hated to do it, he slid free of her body, lifting her arms off his neck.
He ignored her disappointed sigh. He left her bound, but somehow she still managed to wrap herself around him.
"I liked that, my lord."
"Did you now?"
He knew she did, her uninhibited responses had told him more than any words.
"Aye. When can we do it again?"
He held back a chuckle. Instead, he let loose a loud yawn.
"Not now. 'Twill take some time before I can... besides, it has been a long day and I've much to do on the morrow."
"Very well."
He ignored the hurt in her voice. 'Twas harder to ignore the remorse poking him.
***
Gillian stirred from her brief slumber and snuggled closer to Royce.
His warmth surrounded her, and his hand sliding along her back and hips roused more of the delight he'd given before.
She ached to wrap her arms around him, needing to somehow ground herself against the sensation that left her spinning.
But her still-bound wrists hindered her efforts.
He didn't seem to care, finding her mouth and devouring her with a ferocity that left her gasping. He gripped her breast now, caressing and squeezing and she cried out into his mouth, pressing as close as she could, seeking more of the wanton delight.
He pulled away, the moonlight filtering through the bed curtains to illuminate his tawny eyes. She held her breath at what she found.
Fire. Ravenous hunger. Possession.
With just a look, he'd claimed her. Body and soul.
Panic rose to choke her. She squeezed her eyes shut.
In a matter of hours, this man had reduced her to nothing more than chattel and she had flung herself willingly into his net.
Angry tears stung but she held them back.
She would prove herself to him. Somehow she knew the key to making him respect her arose from the passion they shared.
As brutal as it was, 'twas honest and real. She couldn't deny it.
She only had to use it to her advantage.
"What are you thinking, wife?"
His emphasis on her new title seemed a taunt. She opened her eyes and met his gaze steadily.
"I am thinking I wish you'd hurry already so I can go back to sleep."
The insult drew a flinch. Just as quickly, he threw his head back and laughed, a hearty sound that vibrated through her and left her sex once more wet with heat.
"I think I shall have you begging ere long."
He ran a finger down her cheek and along her jaw. She fought not to shiver against the heat curling in her veins.
"You may try. My lord."
The banter left her exhilarated. He arched an eyebrow, but clearly knew she taunted him deliberately. He gave her a sly grin that gave her a second's panic. He confirmed her concerns by seizing her wrists and securing her hands above her once again.
"Damn you!"
Despite her frustration at being rendered helpless yet again, Gillian found her situation enhanced the desire pulsing along her spine.
"Aye, I've long been damned to hell, but as long as I walk this earth, I will enjoy myself. Now, I believe I said I would have you begging."
He leaned back, studying her in such a way, her heart rammed furiously against her chest. He seemed to be pondering what to do. Her breath came in short gasps as she waited.
The strike of his palm against her breast drew a sharp cry before she could stifle it.
"You bastard!"
He said nothing, just did it again. The sting left her thoughts reeling, but at the same time, she noted how her pussy swelled and ached.
He paused and caught her stiff nipple in his fingers, rolling it and squeezing.
She arched against him, needing somehow to press closer.
He obliged, cupping her tender flesh. The echo of his slap swelled, yet now the heat licked deliciously through her.
He released her and landed another light blow.
Her entire body bowed toward him, the discomfort a fiery delight that tempted her to let herself burn.
His fingers suddenly stroked her sex and another cry erupted. He twirled his fingers into her and withdrew.
"You seem to have a liking for pain."
Her gaze snapped to his as he held up his fingers, glistening with her juices. Heat flooded her face and she thought she might burst into flame when he put them into his mouth and sucked.
God's bones, she was ready to beg him to take her now. Only the recollection of his mocking challenge kept her silent. Even so, she doubted she would win this battle. He held all the advantages. Worse, he knew it.
But she wouldn't make it easy on him.
He resumed his exploration of her sex while giving her breast another slap.
The pleasure of his gentle stroking in unison with the sting of his palm against her flesh left her vision blurred.
Her hips lifted, seeking more of his decadent touch.
If she had known the marriage bed would bring such delight, she might have asked her father to marry her off years ago.
"You are enjoying yourself, aren't you, Wildcat?"
Her gaze cleared and locked on his. She couldn't find her voice to ask what he meant, why he called her that. He grinned and the turmoil in her body intensified.
"Your body seeks my touch; your cries tell me of your need. Wild and untamed." His stare pierced, pinning her more surely than his body. "I will tame you."
He plunged two fingers into her and for a moment, tenderness left her squirming for another reason.
But a few moments later, the heated pleasure returned as he pumped within her, a finger circling her clit.
The heat rose, until she felt as though she breathed fire, but she didn't care.
Her body sang with delight, craved the inevitable explosion she knew awaited her.
He paused then, pulling his hand from her sex. He leaned in close.
"You will beg me for your pleasure."
She gave her head a shake, but when he resumed stroking her pussy, she understood. Damn him! He may be her husband, but she wouldn't beg. Let him have his way, she would give no satisfaction to his desires, even if the flames licking her body charred her to a crisp.
He continued to toy with her, each stroke maddening and delightful. He alternated his gentle stroking with sharp pinches to her nipples and light slaps to her breast. Each time, her body quivered, her hips rising to try to force his hand deeper within.
He drew back. Her breath came in harsh pants.
For several seconds, he merely stared at her.
With a suddenness she didn't anticipate, he lowered his head and took her mouth in a bruising kiss.
She responded eagerly, desperate for any touch he gave.
His tongue found every deep corner in her mouth and the onslaught left her feeling as though the bed spun.
He paused. "What do you want, wife?"
"I want you to... please, I need..." She couldn't find the words to explain, and choked on a sob.
He brushed the hair from her face. "You want to come?"
"Yes, yes, please."
He chuckled, but she didn't care that she'd given in. She had to come, ached for it so badly, she licked her lips.
"Are you begging me?"
Another sob and she closed her eyes for an instant, trying somehow to steady herself. When she met his gaze, she nodded.
"Aye. I am begging you. Take pity on me. Make me come."
He gave her a wolfish grin and rose above her. She spread her legs in invitation. She wanted that hard shaft filling her, claiming her completely.
He obliged her with one thrust, and she wrapped her legs around his waist to keep him there. He chuckled and began to move inside of her. The pain of their first coupling had faded, lost in the riot of desire clouding her thoughts.
She wanted to hold onto him, but since she couldn't, she arched her hips, allowing him to drive even deeper. Her eyes rolled, her head thrashed, as he propelled her higher and higher, closer and closer.
The feel his fingers finding and stroking her clit made her vision go red, then white, and fire erupted inside her.
She felt as if she jumped from the highest cliff, her body twirling and spinning in the wind while inside, she exploded into a fiery shower of stars.
From what seemed a distance, she heard Royce's guttural shout a moment before his hot seed bathed her sex.
He continued to thrust, spurring the most pleasurable tremors.
When he rolled away, she almost asked him to stay, but remained silent when he freed her wrists. He pulled her close, settling her against him. He picked up her hand and studied the red marks on her wrist.
"Have that seen to in the morn."
His brusque manner left her confused and shredded the vestiges of sated drowsiness. His mood changes happened so fast, she wondered if she'd ever have warning.
Then he squeezed her a little tighter, and somehow, the gesture soothed her. So many questions danced on her tongue, but she found she possessed no strength to ask them yet. She closed her eyes. Just for a moment.