Chapter Twenty
Simon
Her hands shook as she obeyed. With skirts bunched up around her waist, Penelope hesitantly leaned across the desk, bracing herself with arms straight and the palms of her hands flat on the wood.
Simon chuckled with genuine amusement. In a flash, he gripped the nape of her neck, pushing her down and forward until the upper half of her body lay flush with the desk.
She let out a little cry of alarm at the swift nature of the correction, her head turned so that one cheek was pressed to the wood.
“Silly little mouse,” he drawled, his voice husky and low. “When I say bend over, whether it is my desk, our bed, or even my lap, I mean it.”
He realized he shouldn’t be so forceful with her, but his emotions were running high after the close call he’d just survived a few moments before.
Leaning back, he took in the sight of her.
She wore white silk stockings, held in place by garters sporting ribbons that matched her dark-green gown.
Her bare bottom gleamed in the dim light of the study, as smooth and creamy as fresh milk.
A nerve in Simon’s palm twitched. He was eager to see those two beautiful globes of flesh turn blush pink under the weight of his hand.
Smoothing his hand over her buttocks, he breathed deep.
Calming himself. Steadying himself. Reminding himself that he must retain control lest he succumb completely to the charms of his wife.
She smelled delightful… lavender and vanilla mingling with the intriguing aroma of innocence.
And something else. A fragrance which would drive even the most self-disciplined man to the depths of madness.
Arousal.
There was no mistaking the dusky, sweet, mystifying wildness of a woman’s lust. Simon hesitated, then moved between her legs, settling against her supine form and breathing deep to assure himself it was true.
Penelope moaned, shifting her body as if attempting to escape. Simon tightened his grip on the nape of her neck.
“Shhh, little mouse. Be still for me like a good girl. Can you do that? Can you be still for me, or must I restrain you as I did last night?”
“N-no, please, Simon. I’ll be still. I swear it.” Her words came out in a choked whimper.
“Give me your hands.”
She did so, remaining silent as he transferred his grip from her neck to her wrists. He pinned them to the small of her back, cushioned by the layers of muslin and silk bunched at her waist. Then he smoothed his palm over her bottom once more, marveling over the silkiness of her skin.
“Are you frightened of me, mouse?”
Penelope took a deep breath and then admitted, “Yes, Simon. A little.”
Simon smiled to himself. “And yet, you are enjoying this, aren’t you?”
“I-I don’t know. I don’t understand…”
“I do know, Penelope,” Simon interrupted.
“I can smell your arousal. The fear mixed with anticipation. The pain you experienced when I claimed you before now swirling and mingling with the pleasure I gave you when you climaxed on my tongue.” His tone turned gentle as he swept his fingers between her legs and found her dripping wet.
A groan laced with greedy lust escaped him when Penelope let out a muffled sound of protest. “This development greatly pleases me, especially since it has emerged rather quickly in our new relationship. And it proves what I’ve long suspected.
You are the perfect submissive, Penelope.
Eager for my touch and attention, respectful of the discipline I shall mete out when it’s necessary, and surprisingly rebellious enough to resist occasionally. ”
Penelope squirmed against his hold, her objection to this observation emerging in a fierce, defiant whisper. “You know nothing about me.”
Simon laughed. “You are proving my point, Penelope. Now, we shall begin this session with you telling me why I am punishing you.”
She was stubbornly silent until Simon slapped one buttock. The sharp crack of his hand connecting with her flesh rang out like a gunshot.
“You can go to the devil, my lord,” she muttered around a yelp of surprised pain.
“You have only succeeded in adding an additional strike to the five I planned to administer.” Simon deliberately kept his tone even and calm while ruthlessly tracing the folds of her quim with his forefinger until she gasped with reluctant pleasure.
“Why are you being punished, wife?” His grip tightened on her wrists when her hips bucked helplessly.
“I can do this all day, you know. Whatever responsibilities are on my agenda will be pushed aside so that I may both pleasure you and apply the discipline you need.”
The threat had the desired result.
“Because I did not use your name as you instructed,” she finally conceded in a tiny, breathless voice.
“And?” Simon prodded. His cock was hard as stone behind the falls of his trousers. Would it be better to take her like this? Or perhaps begin teaching his new wife how to please him with her mouth? It was decidedly sinful that he considered doing both.
“And…and because I cursed at you just now.”
She sounded intoxicated, barely able to form words as he pushed his finger inside her, stroking the velvety walls of her channel until she tilted her hips in an unconscious plea for more.
Simon obliged, angling the depth until the pad of his finger caressed a particular spot inside her that made her shudder in immediate response.
If he continued touching her there, she would surely come on his hand.
While that was an enchanting thought, punishment should come before pleasure in this case.
Withdrawing his fingers, he used that same hand, now wet with her arousal, to quickly administer five blows to her backside, then shoved his finger back inside her warmth.
Penelope cried out when he added a second finger, plunging slow and deep as he proved his absolute ownership of her body.
Although he had refrained from using his full strength behind the strikes, her bottom now glowed a rosy pink, with faint handprints visible on the creamy canvas of her skin. The sight made him even harder.
Simon studied her face, wondering if he was pushing her too hard and too fast. Penelope’s eyes were dark and hazy, her breathing coming out in erratic puffs.
Her lips were blood red from her teeth gnawing on them to contain her sobs.
That strange knot in his chest, the one pulsating with the unfamiliar ache of uncertainty, immediately eased.
He recognized the dazed bliss on her delicate features, having witnessed the same look many times on the women who entertained him.
Damned if she wasn’t hovering on the verge of climaxing from both the spanking and his fingers burrowed inside her.
With sinful intent, he brushed his thumb over her clitoris and was rewarded with a low moan and an enticing roll of her hips.
“I’m going to fuck you now, my sweet, little responsive wife,” Simon murmured against the shell of her ear before sliding his lips down the slender column of her neck.
“Just like this, while you are bent over my desk with my handprints marking your flawless skin. You will come on my cock, and I’ll make the pain melt away. ”
“Mmmm,” she moaned, her eyes drifting shut. She did not move as he quickly undid the falls of his trousers and released his aching cock from imprisonment. Gripping his shaft, he smoothed her arousal up and down the length before spreading her thighs wider with his body.
“Let me inside you, Penelope.” With unintentional gentleness, he pushed inside her body.
Damnit, she was so tight. Almost unbearably so, especially at this angle. But Simon was determined, and even when she whimpered at his size, he carefully continued until he was embedded to the hilt.
Keeping her hands trapped in the small of her back, his free hand latched onto her hip, fingers digging into her flesh.
“Fuck,” he hissed as her body tightened around him, the muscles in the silky channel spasming almost uncontrollably.
He withdrew slightly, then sank back into her, delighting in the way her flesh resisted, then ultimately yielded.
Glancing down where they were joined, he watched in awe as his cock slid in and out of her body.
It was a hypnotic sight. One he did not think he would ever tire of.
“Sweet, sweet little mouse,” he crooned as he rocked his hips.
The leisurely rhythm did not match the wild thump of his heart.
A sliver of tenderness was settling inside him, and although its presence was disturbing, he did not possess the strength in that moment to fight it off.
Penelope felt too damn good around him, her sweetness too intoxicating to resist. He wanted to feel her orgasm, wanted her body contracting and milking his cock until every drop of his seed was inside her.
Her cunny fluttered around him when he angled his hips to match the angle of his fingers earlier. He dove deeper and was rewarded when she shuddered, her body melting like winter snow beneath the sun’s rays.
“That’s it, Penelope,” he whispered, increasing his pace until she was writhing beneath him. He knew he was hitting that secret spot inside her, over and over with relentless intensity. “Come on my cock like a good wife. Come for me…”
“Simon,” she cried out, her body shaking as the orgasm rolled over her like a thunderstorm.
Arousal coated Simon’s cock as she reached the pinnacle, and a moment later, he exploded inside her, unable to hold back any longer.
The force of his climax left him lightheaded, his vision going dark for a moment as the intense pleasure squeezed him tighter than a vise.
As his senses slowly returned and the world righted itself, Simon threw his head back, staring up at the coffered ceiling. His new, innocent wife trembled beneath him and tried hiding the fact she was quietly sobbing.
How in the hell could he maintain a cold indifference toward this girl? How could he make her suffer for her part in this cursed marriage when he couldn’t keep his hands off her? Already, he was hopelessly addicted, and she hadn’t even been his wife for twenty-four hours.