7.
~ Ariadne trembled slightly at the feel of Arthur's hands on her body again. His eyes, strong and penetrating, eyes she always felt were judging her before, peered deeply into hers.
"Undress me." he commanded.
She felt a giddy rush of happiness as her hands found his tie and loosened it. The buttons on his dress vest and shirt seemed to want to come undone for her. As she was pulling him free of clothing, Arthur's fingers kept touching her skin. Tickling her delicate flesh to the point she had to let out a nervous laugh.
He quickly shushed her repressed giggle with a kiss. His mouth hungrily devouring hers as she pulled down his dress shirt and finally was rewarded with the feel of his skin making contact with hers.
The forbidden touch was so sweet, Ariadne wanted to live in the moment forever. Her breasts making contact with his bare chest as he ravaged her lips and neck.
"First time I saw you, I could barely keep my eyes off you." he said hungrily as he guided her to their bed.
"Really?" she gasped innocently.
That first dinner with him, her father had dominated the conversation and Ariadne and her mother had remained quite as the two men talked of boring things. She barely thought he had given her a sideways glance. Was surprised he had even noticed her at all.
"Your father kept talking to me..." Arthur whispered in her ear as he lowered her onto the bed. The feel of luxury bedding on her naked flesh felt even more delicious than normal. "But all I wanted was to be alone with you."
She felt her lips curl into a smile at the idea. Her memory rushing back to that first meeting. When had he looked at her?
He laid her on the bed, his own body fitting neatly, and carefully over hers. He was kind enough to not lay his whole body on her. His fear of crushing her plain as she enjoyed the feel of his lean, mass over hers. Her writs were drawn over her head as he restrained her. Her heart beating wildly at the prospect she was his prisoner. A captured woman, held down to the bed for his ravishing.
She loved the idea so much, she curled her ankles around his legs a little more.
She felt warm and safe and delightfully loved like never before.
Suddenly, his warm flesh was gone and she snapped her eyes open in alarm.
"Arthur?" she whispered weakly as her husband was positioned over her. His chest refusing to make contact with hers again.
"Never again, Ariadne." he said. His voice calm and controlled. He was once more her detached and removed husband. "You'll never again go to those ladies meetings or march in any demonstration. I won't have my wife humiliated again."
She looked back at him in confusion. She could feel his rigid maleness, so ready to take her, and he chose that moment to lecture her?
She saw he had a lock of her hair curled neatly in fingers. His thumb rolling over the satin smoothness of it.
"I'm cutting off all my hair tomorrow." she said defiantly.
He looked back at her. His eyes flashing with anger as he rested his body more securely on top of hers. Pinning her down with ease.
"No. You. Will. Not." he said slowly. Danger flashing in his eyes. She felt her courage rise and suck her chin out as she could feel his large hands clasping over her wrists more securely.
"I'm going to take my own sewing scissors and cut it all off, like a boy." she said willfully.
He was shaking his head. She knew he loved her hair the most. Loved to feel it and smell the soaps she used.
"No, you won't." he argued.
"Then how come I will?" she mocked him.
A part of her, the part that enjoyed her punishment, knew he wouldn't hit her like her father had done. Arthur wasn't that sort of man. Instead, he glared down at her, his face cold, but his eyes like fire.
She smiled a little at the small victory.
"I'm going to start wearing pants, an I-" she started to say.
He stopped her teasing with a violent kiss that she feebly tried to fight off. Her futile attempts to escape, only ended with her legs wrapping around his waist as she could feel his hardness threatening to enter her.
"God, you're hot!" he murmured in her hair and she understood nothing but her own longing desire. Her womanhood, wet and ravines, had taken over her body.
"Arthur..." she panted as he was kissing her and she spread her legs a little wider for him. His lean body fitting easily between her legs. "Arthur... please."
She could feel him smile as he nuzzled her neck. Feel him slid into her passage far easier than he ever had before. Feel her body want to pull him in as she gasped at the wonderful, electric feel that his member gave her.
"God, I love you." he panted as she knew she had broken him. No matter how strong man was, she could always break him.
Unlike every other time with her husband, she didn't feel awkward, uncomfortable or violated. She didn't want this to end. She never wanted him to leave her. Her body was starving for him. The strange fire between her legs wanted more of him. He couldn't thrust hard enough, he couldn't go deep enough to satisfy her. She wanted him to spank her again, wanted to feel the leather on her flesh. She wanted to be naked for him always.
"Oh, no!" she cried as something started to happen and she couldn't stop it.
Arthur was pumping furiously. His face distorted and angry as she felt her inner walls spasm and the sudden feel of him inside her, warm and perfect, was too much to handle.
"NO!" she screamed as he refused to stop. His mating with her in deep throws now as she felt the spasming inside her grow out of control and spin out.
She couldn't stop the thing that happened. She wanted it to be over, and it wasn't. Arthur was still moving as her womanhood snapped angrily at her. Each thrust sending fantastic, overpowering shockwaves through her body.
Suddenly, she could feel his own member spasm and her husband's body shake dangerously. She knew what it meant. She knew he would... explode soon. That animal like grunting he did when he was almost done with her. Normally she was glad. It meant he wold leave her in peace and be done with her for a while. Now, she held him close as her inner walls contracted hard around him.
"I love you." he panted as she felt a hotness seep and escape from their jointed bodies. "Please, Ariadne." he breathed as he buried his face in her hair and collapsed on top of her, exhausted.