6.
~ Ariadne screamed and jumped away from her husband who's long arms quickly caught hold of her and pulled her back to him.
"That hurt!" she cried as the fire burning in her raged into an inferno.
"That's the point, dear." he snarled in her ear. His face, once more pressed into her hair as she shamelessly squirmed and tired to get away from him.
"Now, stand still or I'll have to start over." he added.
She held back a sob and tried to hold still as his hand once more caressed her breast and his other hand rubbed her stinging bottom.
"Keep your hands to your side." he ordered as she wanted to hold herself between the legs again. What was happening to her body, she didn't understand. It was wrong to feel so alive, so electric there. It was like she needed something to satisfy it. She wanted her hands back, she wanted Arthur's hands there, she wanted the leather strap there, but most of all, she wanted that dangerous part of male anatomy that she had been trained to fear since girlhood.
She gave a little squeak of pain as he hit her with the strap again. Her desire lighting up as his hands rubbed and soothed away the slap.
"Very good." he said in a hard voice that made him sound like he was in pain. "I want you to count with me."
She let out a pent up breath. A rouge tear running down her cheek from the sheer repression of bliss she felt.
"One." she said weakly.
"Very good." he said and his hand left her bottom.
She knew the second one was coming, and was ready for it. Her mind transforming it from pain to something more powerful. When he struck her, the impact didn't hurt as much and her inner mystery, that place in her body she never truly understood, howled with delight.
Her hands went back between her legs and she breathed out.
"Two." she said with ease.
His hands neglected her sore flesh this time and he picked up a wonderful rhythm that she matched with her hands. Her fingers rubbing over her wetness as she kept her eyes closed and allowed him to pleasure her.
"Three... four... five... six..." she panted as each slap became slightly more gentle till finally...
"Oh!" she cried out as the leather was back between her legs. Her husband was rubbing that course strap over her wetness and pushing her fingers away.
"My God, you're beautiful." he growled at her as she felt him push the leather strap menacingly between her folds. Her womanhood growing teeth and wanting more.
"Arthur." she said weakly as her knees felt ready to give out and all she wanted was for him to take her to his bed and do those terrible things all men needed to do.
His fingers were playing with her. Touching the wet hotness that was coursing between her legs as she tried to stand strait again. Her punishment so delicious now, she wanted the spanking back.
"Ariadne..." he said in a horse whisper. "Look."
She turned, and he stepped aside so she could see all of him. Her eyes widened at the sight before her. Her husband, who arrived in their marriage bed with a night shirt on, who was always buttoned down and suitable, was standing before her with his enraged maleness undone and freed from the confines of his clothing.
She didn't register immediately what she saw at first. Her husband, though they had been together, had kept his anatomy from her view so as not to scare her. The ideas of the time; was that the naked male form was traumatic for ladies to view.
She watched as his large hand caressed the shaft and head and he tried to pull her closer to him.
She was shocked by the size and girth of him. That had been inside her? Their first night together, she felt he and reamed her out. The discomfort was something that made her shy to relations with him ever since.
"I want you... to do something for me." he said in a harsh, pleading whisper like he was in pain.
His hands going to her head, his fingers back in her hair as he pulled her close to him. The feel of her bare skin on the fabric of his suit was exciting.
"What?" she asked fearfully. Did he want to have relations? Was that what he was asking? They should be on the bed for this. Not standing in the middle of the bedroom. her naked and him so exposed.
He leaned in close and whispered in her ear.
"I want you to go to your knees, and take me in your mouth." he said.
She shuttered at the feel of his hot breath on her ear.
"I don't understand." she said. Her sex quivering at being so close to his and without the contact.
"I want you to suck my member, Ariadne." he told her. "I want it in your mouth and suck it, the way a babe would." he said.
"Arthur?" she whispered back. Why would she do such a thing?
"Do this for me. I've wanted this for so long, I want..." he panted and was pushing her down to her knees.
She complied and allowed him to position her as he wanted. Her view was rudely blocked by the raw piece of male anatomy making contact with her face.
She looked up at him for help and he had his hands in her hair again.
"Open your mouth." he directed. "Suck on me."
She opened her mouth, not sure what to expect or what to do.
"Suck on me. It's just like a kiss." he whispered in a ragged voice she hardly believed was his.
She nodded and kissed the head of his member like she would kiss his cheek.
"Very good. Now, lick it... and do it slowly." he ordered.
She nodded and tired to ready her mind for what she would do. Never in her life had she ever heard of this perversion, yet, Arthur seemed to want and need it so badly, she didn't want to deny him.
Her tongue started to lick up his shaft as though she were eating ice cream. His skin tasted different than she expected, but her husband seemed to shutter in delight and happiness at her touch.
"Take me in your mouth." he ordered after she had licked all of him. Her thoughts wandering to how silly she must look. Licking his maleness as if he were a tasty treat.
She looked back at him.
"Take me into your mouth. Suck on me." he said breathlessly.
She swallowed hard and parted her lips.
His membered entered her mouth slowly, the same as he chose to enter her during their infrequent relations. She was shocked at how much there was of him and how it couldn't all fit in her mouth. How after the head was past her lips, he seemed to want all of his member to be swallowed.
She gagged as he went in too deep and pulled away coughing.
"I'm sorry." he panted and pulled her rudely back into position by her hair. "Do it again." he ordered.
She took a few deep breaths and started over. His hands pushing her head down further onto his shaft as she tried to not let the whole of him choke her.
"That's it." he panted. "Suck harder."
She tired to do as he asked. Sucking on him as though trying to gain juice from an orange. He seemed to weaken at her efforts and his breathing was more labored.
"Good!" he groaned and started to push her away.
She felt soiled somehow. As if what she had done was wrong and unladylike. Even if her husband did command her to do it.
But one look at Arthur, told her she had made him very happy.
His face looked more content than ever as he helped her to stand up. His hand back to working his shaft as he looked over her naked body hungrily.
"Do we go to bed now?" she whispered hopefully. She wanted him suddenly. Wanted that dangerous thing of his inside her body. Wanted relations with him more than ever.
Arthur only glared at her and smiled.