3.
~ "Have you been drinking?" she asked as he stalked to her, his large hands touched the fabric of her night gown. Instinctively, she stepped away again as his hands went around her waist.
"A little." he admitted with a deep sigh and she could smell whiskey on his breath. Her skin sensed that his body was tight with repressed needs and a hunger that wanted to be satisfied.
"Arthur." she managed to say soberly as he started to kiss her neck. She felt a delightful rush of happiness race through her body at the contact.
She knew he loved her. Knew that he absolutely adored her when he kissed her like this. She tried not to giggle as her head started to spin from happiness. He was pulling her body close to him, muttering how she smelled good, that he was lonely, that he needed her when she felt the hardness of him on her hip.
A sharp cramp made her flinch. The memories of labor and delivery of Charlie came rushing back. With them, the days and weeks after when she had been so sore and tired. Her poor body exhausted and spent
"Wait." she whispered.
"No." he said stubbornly and continued to kiss her neck. His hand slipping inside her night dress and cupping a tender breast.
"Arthur." she flushed and pulled away.
He was breathing hard and for a moment, she thought he was angry at her for stopping.
"I need you." he said roughly.
"I think it's too soon." she whispered and buttoned up her night dress. Her nipples becoming hard from the sudden contact of a demanding mate.
"Are you still…" he asked discreetly. Good manners making him shy to such matters of the female body after a baby.
"Not as much." she admitted. She didn't relish the idea of having Arthur take her like he used to. Her husband was a wonderful lover, but he wasn't subtle.
"I'll be gentle." he said huskily. "I promise."
"Arthur, please." she said as his hands were on her again. Wanting to feel her breasts, Wanting to touch her all over. "It's just too soon."
He pulled away from her. A look of anger flashing in his eyes.
"I see." he said at last. "It's been several months since Charles was born."
His voice was cold and professional in it's detachment.
"I know." she said meekly. "We can stay in the same bed… if you want."
Her offer seemed insufficient and he shook his head.
"No." he said at last. "I want my wife. Are you afraid I'll hurt you?"
She had no response for that and only shook her head. Couldn't he see she wasn't as attractive anymore? Everything on her was swollen and sore and disfigured. She hadn't felt any kind of urge except to eat and sleep lately. Relations with her husband were the last thing she cared about.
"Why won't you tell me what's wrong, Arthur?" she asked instead. "You came home tonight wanting the sitting room put back so Charlie has no place to play. You've been in a bad mood all evening."
"Nothing's wrong." he said too quickly.
"You used to tell me things." she whispered softly.
"Ariadne, you wouldn't understand." he said at last. "It's not for ladies-"
"Arthur." she interrupted. She wasn't about to buy into that old excuse.
She expected her husband to argue with her more, but he shook his head and let his fingers trail into the dark locks of hair that were still damp from her washing.
"I'm glad your hair is growing out." he said simply.
She could feel a blush creep over her face as her husband was mesmerized by her hair.
"Ariadne, there are other ways to satisfy me." he whispered in her ear even though they were alone.
As soon as he said this, her skin prickled with heat. She knew, of course she knew what he meant. Arthur had a vivid imagination when it came to carnal things. How he came up with these ideas, she had no clue.
"Don't send me back to my room like this." he whispered in her ear and pressed her had to his groin. She could feel his erect member through the cloth of his pants and her belly cliched tightly as the thought of how he would ravage her.
She trembled slightly.
"What… what do you want?" she asked.
"Your mouth." he whispered. "Like you did before. You know I loved it."
"Arthur." she gasped and tried to pull away. Her husband's hands holding her body close to him. Preventing her escape.
She couldn't deny, didn't want to deny, the need to satisfy him. He was so easy to please at times, even if the act was bizarre to her.
"Please?" he whispered.
She pretended to think about it. Try to give him an act of hesitation before 'reluctantly' giving in. She bit down on her bottom lip, looked shy and embarrassed as he was pulling her to him. His whispered pleas for affection making her skin heat up as his breath tickled her ear.
'Make it good.' she told herself as he guided her to the bed.
She had serviced him a few times before. He had always enjoyed it, although she never understood why. Her husband was so eager as he unfasten his belt and pants and sat on the edge of her bed, his wife settle on her knees in front of him.
"I love you." he whispered as she thrust her hands into the fabric of his pants to find his member.
She was never shocked anymore to find him erect. She had been married to him for over a year now, been his lover and had his child. His anatomy didn't shock her like it used to. Still, there were things she had to learn.
She stroked his hardness gently at first, teasing him as his own large hands showed her how hard he wanted her to grip. How firm and how quick her movements needed to be.
She liked to see him like this. For a man, he was in a very helpless position just now. Like he was her willing slave. He would do anything for her as long as she satisfied him.
The thought made her smile a little, and she licked the head of his maleness just to torment him.
"Mrs. Brandon." he warned. His voice labored as her hands went back to pumping him steadily.
She only smiled sweetly and looked innocent.
Poor, Arthur. Poor man was breaking under his wife's abuse. She refused to give him all he wanted and he had to suffer as she stroked him, licked his shaft without taking him all in her mouth, until his hands were in her hair, wanting to pull her lips over his member.
"Please." begged roughly as she only kissed the head of his need.
"Please, what?" she asked innocently.
"You know what." he said in a dark gravel like voice.
"Oh, darling, I'm afraid I don't." she said and licked his head again. "Is this what you want?"
Her breath and lips started to kiss his shaft all the way down. Her poor husband shaking and taking a firmer grip of her hair.
"Or this?" she mewed up at him.
She was like a cat, with a mouse just now. Playing, teasing her prey before the kill.
"Ariadne." he groaned.
"Or this." she whispered happily as she parted her lips over his head and started to suck him as hard as she could. She refused at first to take all of him in. She kept just his head in and could feel his response to her by the way his hips almost jumped off the bed. Trying to shove himself deeper into her mouth. His hands in her hair as he tried to push her further.
Somehow, she resisted. Her finger nails raking his shaft as she only sucked and licked his head.
"Damn it, woman!" he bellowed angrily and she knew she had broken him at last.
With a sweet sense of victory, she took him. Her mouth taking in as much of him as she could. Her teeth respectfully moved back as she sucked, up and down on his member. Her poor husband, a broken man now, panting in exhaustion at her torture.
She didn't stop with just one part of his anatomy. Arthur had insisted she learn how to truly satisfy him as her free hand gently cupped the tender sack at the base of his erection. He was sensitive there, and could only stand so much before he exploded.
He was panting hard and she could feel his hands shake as he pulled her hair up and then back down at a faster pace. He was close and he wanted her to go faster.
She obliged, making her mouth something for him to enjoy. Allowing him to use her till she felt him sharply spasm. His entire body jerking and almost ripping her hair out.
She felt him explode and didn't have time to pull away before the taste of him, salty, wet and too hot was in her mouth.
She had swallowed some of him and was coughing violently as his own hands went to finish her work. Her face polluted with his climax and her hair and nightgown soiled with evidence of their perversion.
