20.
~ Her body burst into life as his eyes bore down on her. Her breathing increased as her bottom already started to tingle with excitement. Her heart raced in her chest as if she were afraid, but it wasn't fear that cause such a response.
It was elation.
Her hands went to her back, trying to protect the soft, innocent flesh she knew he would attack.
"Go to my room, Mrs. Brandon." he said in that same horse whisper she recognized when he was in need of her.
Her brain told her to fight. Her morals, her strong stance on women's rights and the movement, told her to run away from him. Go to Mary's house, try to get Eames' help perhaps. But her feet wouldn't listen to her head.
She slowly... oh so slowly, walked around him. Their eyes never breaking from one another as a tentative treaty had been reached.
She walked out of her room. A giddy rush of fear rippling through her body as she wondered if he would chase her down. Wondered if he would wrestle her to the floor and pull her night gown up-
She shook her head as her skin flushed hot at the idea.
'No, he won't do that.' she thought hurriedly.
She heard Arthur's footsteps behind her as she ducked into his dark, masculine room.
A fire was crackling in the hearth as her bare feet made contact with the plush rug. Her toes sinking into the fine fibers that were in a dark, monochromatic pattern.
She turned to see her husband, looking especially handsome in the suit he had worn that morning. The vest undone and his sleeves rolled up.
She felt some unknowable part of her take pride in how nice he looked. How any woman would want such a man. And how she was lucky to have him to herself.
He was pulling off his vest, and reaching in the wardrobe for the leather strap.
She smiled as though she were about to receive a present. Her heart beating wildly in her chest as she wanted to show him she wasn't afraid. She wanted to show him she wanted this to happen.
Casually enough, she pulled off the light cotton night dress and the cool air on her forbidden skin felt wonderful.
Arthur turned from his wardrobe to see her in her glory. His face falling as his mouth came slightly open.
Ariadne knew then, she had pleased him.
She stood casually without coverings of any kind as he looked her over. Her fingers going to her hair as if she were wearing clothes, and not standing before him in such a carnal way.
"Did I say you could undress, Mrs. Brandon?" he asked. His voice was choked and strained as he looked away from her and to the leather strap in his hand.
"I guess that's just one more lashing for me." she said innocently.
Her body perking up at this silly and exciting game they were playing.
Arthur smiled as he walked around her. It was as if he were examining her for purchase.
"Your bottom has already healed." he said as he touched her belly, and traced his fingers around her waist.
She wasn't sure where to put her hands as he prowled around her. His inspection seeming to take a long time as his warm hands moved over her unsuspecting skin. She was naked and defenseless as his palm started to rub over her bottom.
"I have to be gentle." he whispered in her ear. "Nothing too hard."
"I guess I can always break another vase." she hissed back as that strange pool between her legs grew wet and hungry at the feel of his hand on her.
She could almost feel the smile itching up his lips as he caressed her soft bottom with his hand.
"I don't want to hurt you." he said as he gently, and laughably spanked her.
"How am I to learn a lesson this way?" she breathed and she trembled with excitement.
She felt her body come to life at the feel of this simple and teasing assault.
He seemed to sense her taunting him and was quick to slap her rear end again.
She jumped slightly at the blow and wondered if he was liking this as much as she was.
'Am I liking this?' she wondered as he struck her again and her hands went between her legs. The heat from her own palms exciting her. 'What's wrong with me?' she wondered and then lost all thought as he started to spank her with an open palm.
He was good at this. His hand spanking her and then rubbing away the stings.
She jumped with each and every delivery and her body screamed it's approval. She wanted this. She wanted this!
"Harder." she moaned as her own fingers angrily rubbed her folds and she was treated to a delightful sensation.
Her husband, never one to deny her, complied and struck her harder.
"Harder! Faster!" she said in breathless frustration as her hand started to keep rhythm with his spanking.
He was spanking her over and over again in a comforting rhythm which she matched with her own hands.
"Put your hands down." he ordered shapely and she instantly obeyed him. Her sex, so misunderstood, screamed wetly for her attentions again, but she wanted to do as he commanded now.
She closed her eyes at the feel of the leather strap over her bottom. Her flesh was red, stinging and hot as the corse, chapped leather was too harsh for such raw skin to enjoy.
"One might think you enjoyed this." his said into her ear.
She shivered slightly and tried to keep her hands down. Her wetness desperate for contact. For penetration of any kind.
"Lay down on the bed." he ordered and she complied without question. She was about to rest on her belly when he stopped her.
"No, lay on your back. Spread your legs for me." he ordered.
She hesitated.
She wasn't used to that. Normally her legs were never opened like he wanted. To be naked was one thing, but what he was asking was just lewdness.
"Lay on your back, spread your legs." he said as she watched him rub at the bulge that was covered in his pants.
She did as she was told. Her face flushing hot as the cool air hit that strange wetness that only happened when she was with Arthur. Her body, still such a mystery to her. A body and it's functions that were not discussed in their society.
"Good." Arthur was breathing as she shifted to spread her legs as wide as she could.
She gasped at the contact of his hands on her sex. His fingers plucking lightly at the folds and dampness that had begun there.
She let out a confused moan and tried to cover her face for the embarrassment of it.
"Hands at your side." he said gently as his hand started to rub and tickle her.
She found she liked the feel of his hands on her. Her sex responding to his touch as he started to lightly stroke her.
Her breathing picked up at the feel of him touching her. His stroking becoming more and more forceful, till he suddenly pulled away.
She felt lost at the lack of contact, her eyes fluttering open to see her husband, shedding his clothing as she lay before him. Her legs spread and, no doubt, looking like a vile woman.
She was sure he would climb on top of her now. Felt sure that he would fill the hunger inside her with his own, impressive maleness. But he only stood there. His eyes glaring over her body as she squirmed with lust.
"Arthur?" she asked feebly as he picked up the leather strap.
"I think this is what you want." he said in a desperate whisper. His free hand pumping on that hard and angry member who wanted to claim her.
She wondered feebly what he was about to do. Did he want her on her stomach now? Did he want to spank her again? He looked so angry right now and she delighted in the feel of his raw emotion.
"I'll be kind." he promised before the leather strap smacked her between the legs. Her wetness causing a strange sound as leather met skin. Her sex jumping at the contact of the leather and she spread wider for him.
"Oh, God!" she panted as her back started to arch and all she wanted was for him to do it again.
As if reading her mind, he struck her sex with the strap again and again. Each blow lazy and giving her time to recover from the first one.
She bit her lip as her hips rose up to demand more from him. The strike was not painful, more of a ticklish feel that wanted to rip her apart.
Her sex sparked angrily as he lightly slapped it with the leather strap. Her hips squirming in frustrated delight.
"Arthur!" she moaned as her bottom lifted off the bed to beg for more.
"Will you behave yourself?" he growled hotly. His eyes like hot coals as his palm lightly grazed over her belly.
"No." she moaned.
"No?" he questioned as the leather strap hit her wetness again and sent a wonderful tickling sensation through her.
Again.
She wanted it again. It didn't even hurt.
"No." she gasped as her legs started to shake as her body quivered.
He stuck her lightly between the legs with the strap and she felt her whole body spasm sharply.
She let out a breathless moan as her husband, his member ridged and angry leaned over to kiss her lips.
"What do I have to do to make you behave?" he whispered. His voice soft, but threatening.
She couldn't think. She wanted more of her punishment. She wanted to break something, hit him, anything to make him spank her more. She wanted to be punished like this forever.
"Do I have to tie you to the bed?" he was saying as he started to rest his lean body on top of hers. His hot member demanding entrance into her.
She did nothing to stop him. Her wetness was open for him to claim as her legs wrapped around him. She wanted the penetration of him. Wanted him to take her like a savage beast would take it's mate.
He was kissing her neck and her skin turned hot again. She could barely stand it this time. The room was hot, his skin was hot and her skin was on fire.
"Please." she moaned helplessly as the head of his maleness ventured inside her.
She wanted to swallow him up. Her needs so great she feared she might die from if he didn't take her. She wanted to be treated roughly. Wanted him to punish her this way. Wanted him to do all the things that she had been taught as a girl to fear.
She was shaking with anticipation as he finally, finally thrust himself into her.
Her entrance was so wet and ready for him, it was more like he glided into her. His member finding it's way in with ease as he was careful not to rest all of his weight on her.
"Oh, I love you." she breathed without thinking.
He pulled away slightly and started to kiss her. Sweet, innocent kisses that left her more aroused than the spanking.
"All I've ever wanted was to hear you say that." he whispered.
She felt tears sting her eyes as pleasure over powered her.
"I love you." she whispered again as he rode her. "I love you."
He was kissing her, their bodies joined and for that moment, everything was perfect.