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She refused to look at him as butterflies took flight in her belly in excitement. Why did this make her so happy? Was this normal? Good girls didn't do things like this.
She tried to hide the giddy rush of elation and fear she was feeling as she walked gracefully to his bed and sat on the very edge.
"Lay down on you're belly." he ordered.
She took a deep breath and did as she was told. The bedding was scratchy on her delicate, unclothed skin. Another thing that was so forbidden and wonderful.
"Were you sore this morning?" Arthur asked as his warm hand started to rub over her bottom.
"Yes." she whispered and swallowed hard.
"Good." he breathed in relief.
She shifted as an electric current went from her bottom to that strange enigma between her legs. Her womanhood seeming to awaken at his touch and insinuation that he had enjoyed her being sore the next morning.
"I wouldn't want to hurt you." he was saying as his hand gave her bottom a firm and quick smack.
She buried her face in one of his pillows to keep from squealing and hide a smile.
"So, it's important you tell me if it becomes too uncomfortable." he said.
"You're about to brutalize me with a leather strap. That might be uncomfortable." she said heatedly.
She jumped at Arthur slapped her other check and then the first one in rapid succession she wasn't ready for.
"Be quite." he said without raising his voice. "It may be brutal, but I think it's all you understand, Mrs. Brandon."
"I... I understand..." she breathed as a sweet, gentle release found her. She wanted more. She didn't know how to tell him she liked what he just did. Couldn't seem to stop her hips and bottom from wiggling slightly.
His hands roaming over her injured flesh and rubbing away the stings.
"Just get on with it." she challenged as a means to taunt him.
"Don't tell me what to do." he said in his icy tone that heated Ariadne's blood.
She gasped in surprise as the leather strap hit her unprotected, flesh. The stinging pain was sharper than she remembered or was ready for, and she quickly covered her back side with both hands to prevent further abuse.
"That hurt." she whimpered.
"I know it did." Arthur's voice whispered back in a gentle tone. His hands were moving her's off her bottom so he could strike again. "Count with me." he ordered as she grasped the bedding and tried to breath normally.
His blows were not as kind as last night. Maybe her bottom was already too sore from the previous evening, but it seemed as though her husband's spanking's stung more, and he struck her with more force than he did before.
"Arthur!" she cried out as he punished her with a rapid swatting with the leather strap.
She tried to sit up, but his hand was holding her down by the shoulders.
"Five!" she cried out as he made her keep track of her punishing blows.
"Good." he breathed. "Almost there."
A more gentle swat to her bottom sent a comforting ripple to her blood and made her body rouse curiously.
"Six." she whimpered.
He hit her again, and his palm was there, warm and wonderful to sooth the pain away.
"Seven." she said and tried to get her voice back to normal.
He spanked her then in a pleasing rhythm. As though he was making love to her with the leather strap. The contact made her body jump and move as though they were in the throws of passion, rather than this humiliating punishment.
She had lost count and simply enjoyed the beauty of his beating her.
She opened her eyes at the sudden arrest of his spanking. Her body screaming for more. Her blood ready to burst into flames if she wasn't satisfied soon.
"Roll over." he ordered in a harsh voice she was only used to hearing from him when she knew him to be swollen with lust for her.
She did as commanded. Her mind enjoying being ordered around when she was naked like this.
She saw her husband was starting to undress himself as she lay in bed. Naked and helpless before him. Her body, without any protection as she knew he would climb on top of her and ravish her like some kind of beast.
Instinctively, like they were playing some kind of game in which, they both knew their lines and roles, she backed away from him.
"I should go back to my room." she whispered as her eyes fell on the impressive member her husband was pumping with his free hands.
"I don't think so, dear." he said in a horse voice.
"Mr. Brandon." she pleaded as her hands went between her legs.
It was like she couldn't help it, her body needed to be touched just now. Needed the feel of contact. Her sex was electric and bit angrily at her at the touch of her own fingers.
Her husband paused his own undressing to watch her rub herself for a moment. The fascination written clearly on his face.
Somehow, she had struck a place of intense pleasure on her own sex and whimpered slightly. Her fragile body going ridged for a second.
"I can't allow that, Mrs. Brandon." Arthur was saying as his hands, large, rough and wonderful took over hers.
She was nodding, as her husband, naked and lustful, joined her in bed. His body fitting neatly beside hers as his hand tormented her a new.
His thumb was rubbing and his fingers dove into her soft, wet opening. Her breathing coming hard as it welcomed the invasion. The feel of another's flesh on her most secretive place, claiming it as his own, made her shudder with excitement.
He was kissing her and she could scarcely register the feel of his lips on her neck as he made a trail of wet kisses down to her breasts. His lips starting to suckle as she rode and bucked on his fingers.
She felt she was too hot. Her skin boiling alive as his lips and teeth tugged at her erect nipples.
"I'm hot!" she cried out.
"Ariadne." he groaned as his hand left the wetness he was forcing to life and made her spread her legs wider.
"Arthur! I'm too hot!" she cried. Her skin felt like it was on fire and she couldn't take the heat anymore.
She felt his member enter her with one unforgiving thrust.
She was so wet, so ready and wanting of him, she barely understood what had happened till his heavy body was over hers. His pelvis thrusting into her as if it were a new kind of punishment.
"I'm too hot." she whimpered. Her skin couldn't stand the heat of her on desire and her husband on top of her.
She enjoyed the feel of him inside her. She sensed at one point he had pulled away from her and rode her like he would ride a horse. Her breasts free to move with each jerk of his body.
She wanted more. Didn't want him to ever stop. She could feel every inch of his manhood drive itself into her. Her body too hot and aroused to care if he hurt her at all. All she could think of, was that it wasn't enough. It would never be enough.
She felt him collapse next to her too soon. Her body still alive and hungry for more.
"Arthur?" she mewed as she curled next to her husband. His breathing labored and his skin sweaty.
"Ariadne..." he panted as she was kissing his neck. Her sex ready for him again. Like an animal, it didn't know the meaning of the word no.
"I want more." she whispered to him.
He was still breathing hard as he rolled over. His hands going to her sore bottom, still in pain from her spanking, and cupped both cheeks.
"We don't always get what we want. Do we?" he whispered and kissed her nose as if she were as spoiled child who didn't get the toy or candy she wanted.
As if possessed, she raised her hand to hit him. How dare he not give her what she wanted! She needed more of him and he had refused her! Didn't he understand how much she need the satisfaction?
Arthur, unfazed by her attempted assault, simply caught hold of her wrist with his strong and sure hands. She tried to free herself from his steady grasp, but his hand was laced over her wrist like a cuff and he easily held her in place.
"Let me go!" she demanded as she tried to hit him with her free hand. Her evil husband catching that wrist to and halting her attempts to strike back.
"Behave yourself, Mrs. Brandon." he said soothingly as he rolled over on top of her again.
Her hips bucked up against him. Her sex excited once more to have him so close again. Her own lust in desperate need of him just now.
"Arthur, please." she whispered as he looked her over with cool, tormenting eyes. As if he knew he was hurting her, and liked what he saw.
"Please what?" he asked innocently as her hips and legs tried to take hold of him and pull him close to her again.
She was too embarrassed, too shy, to ask for it again.
"Tell me." Arthur demanded as she bit her lip and refused to say a word.
She shook her head and glared at him.
"Tell me what you want, or you'll go back to your room." he threatened.
She didn't want to go back to her empty bed. Her body was screaming for the warm feel of his skin on hers again. She wanted him on top of her. Wanted to be brutally impaled again and again. She wanted those hands of his on her again.
"I want..." she whispered and he waited for her to go on. Her wrists still held down as he started to kiss her neck.
"Yes?" he asked.
"I want it... I want you to... to do it again." she said shyly and she could feel him smile as he kissed her breasts.