Punishing His Ward (29 page)

Reaching out with gentle
fingers, she touched it - it was soft!  And kind of squishy...
she ran her fingers down the length and almost shrieked when it
moved.  It straightened, sort of, turning to point up towards
the Earl's belly and it began to get longer and thicker under her
fingertips.  She watched, fascinated as it began to grow quite
large indeed. Now it looked – well still not quite what she’d
imagined, but at least it was more the size she’d
imagined.

And this was supposed to fit inside her
mouth? And her quim? She looked at it doubtfully; it was much
larger than her fingers. Perhaps that would feel good, all the
rakes had told her it would, but the proposition seemed a bit more
intimidating now than it had before.

Putting more pressure on
the turgid length, she felt it pulse and harden.  The exterior
was still soft, his skin there quite silky, but with a core of
steel.  At the base there was a wrinkled sack which hung
between his legs, but that wasn't nearly as interesting as looking
at and touching her first naked cock.  Scooting a little
closer,  Cynthia's tongue flicked out and ran along the crown,
which bulged at the end of his rigid staff.

The Earl moaned and she
froze, but he didn't move.  Wrapping her fingers around the
thick staff of flesh, she drew it slightly upward so that it was
pointing more towards the ceiling.  She wanted to put her
mouth on it. If she could fit it in her mouth then perhaps it
wouldn’t be so intimidating to put it other places.

It tasted of musk and salt
and flesh as she wrapped her lips around the fat mushroom tip,
laving it with her tongue.  The texture of his skin there was
almost pebbled.  This time when he moaned, she ignored it, too
caught up in her own activities.  Something sweet and a little
salty dribbled onto her tongue and she immediately went questing
for more, exploring the wet little slit with her own tip. It was
slick inside, the same way she became slick, and it tasted
interesting.

A sudden growling noise
filled her ears as a rough hand grasped her hair and yanked her
away.  Shivering, she gasped and let go of his rod to reach
for the hand that was pulling on her hair.

She found herself face to face with an
irate and rather confused looking Earl.  "Cynthia?"

"Good evening," she said,
smiling and batting her eyes.  With all the instincts of a
true flirt, she twisted her body slightly so that if the Earl
hadn't noticed she was naked already, his eyes were drawn to her
bare breasts now.  For a moment he was successfully distracted
and she had the thrill of watching his eyes rove over her, his
expression arrested.  Her nipples hardened, her already slick
quim grew even wetter with excitement, sure that he was about to
touch her. Ruin her.

And then he scowled again.
 

"What are you doing in
here?" he roared. The erect staff of his penis didn’t detract at
all from his intimidating stance of outraged male.

"Shhh," she scolded, her
heart pounding, but she refused to show how much he'd startled her.
 He was quite frightening sometimes, but it's not as if she
could scurry away anyway; his fingers were all tangled up in her
hair. And though she had a hold on his wrists, she didn’t fool
herself into thinking that he would release her before he was
ready. Still, it was quite exciting being held like this by him.
 "You'll wake the household."

The Earl's dark eyes narrowed, looking
even more foreboding in the shadows created by the
moonlight. 

"You are going back
to
your
bed.
 Right now."  Releasing her hair, he pushed her in front
of him, sliding them both off the bed and immediately saw her
wrapper on the ground.  Unabashed by his own nakedness, he
picked it up and thrust it at her.

Cynthia had let him push
her out of the bed, more because she hadn't been expecting it and
he was much stronger than her, but she wasn't about to allow him to
summarily dismiss her.  She folded her arms under her bosom
and smirked when his eyes immediately fell on the slightly lifted
mounds of flesh.  No matter what he said, his cock was still
thick and hard, the way they got when men were aroused. Whether he
was willing to admit it or not, he wanted her.

"No."

"Cynthia, you will leave
my chambers
now
 or you will be punished."  

She bet that devastating,
threatening tone of voice worked quite well on most people.
 In fact, she had to stiffen her knees against doing exactly
what he ordered. Tilting her chin up, she glared right back at
him.

"I don't want to be
punished, I want to be ruined.  What's the point of being
engaged if you're not going to touch me?  I've been fending
off men from touching me anywhere beneath my clothes for years now
and now I'm standing,
naked
, in front of you and all
you'll do is look at me!  Is this what our marriage is going
to be like?"

"It better not be," he
muttered, looking at her balefully and Cynthia huffed.  She
knew he meant her actions and not his lack of them, and she was
getting angrier by the minute.

"Are you going to ruin me
or not?” Taking a deep breath, she readied herself for his reaction
to her next threat. Whatever she had to do to stay in the room.
 “If not, I'm sure someone else would be happy to!"

"That's it."

******

Grabbing the little minx
by her bicep, Wesley hauled her up against him and kissed her.
Possessive fury rode him, directing his actions, even though he was
well aware that she was making an empty threat. She gasped and
then melted into him, all soft curves and woman pressing against
him.  Not that she was going to get her own way, but he needed
her off guard for a moment.  

He ended up taking much
longer than a moment as he savored the kiss and the sweet taste of
an eager young woman.  While he believed her when she said
that she was untouched, he'd never met such a wanton virgin in his
entire life.  Not that he spent much time with the breed, but
he was still convinced that she was entirely an Original, in this
as in other ways.

Pulling the silken sash
from her wrapper, he looped it around her wrists before pulling
away from the kiss, dropping the rest of the garment on the floor.
 She beamed up at him, looking rather dreamy, sure that she
had gotten her own way.  He doubted she even noticed that he’d
tied her wrists.

Wesley would enjoy being married to
Cynthia, he was quite sure of it.  He liked her brazenness,
her passion, her wanton ways - as long as they were confined to
him, as well as her spirit, humor and intelligence, but he would be
damned if he allowed his wife to prod him around or manipulate him
the way she was trying to.  

Tossing the long end of the sash over
the top of his bed, so that it wrapped around the bedpost, he used
it to haul Cynthia's arms over her head.  

"Oh!" she said in
surprise, looking up as her wrists were lifted.  Wesley's
cock, which was already hard and ready to sink into her, throbbed
as fear flickered across her face along with some excitement.
 He wrapped the other end of the sash around her wrists and
tied them tightly, leaving her bound to the bedpost and up on her
toes - which made movement rather difficult for her. Her back was
arched, thrusting her breasts and bottom out, temptation incarnate.
 "My Lord, how long do you expect me to stand here like
this?"

Only the slightest quiver
in her voice gave away her uncertainty and anxiety.  Damn but
she was bold. Which he normally appreciated, but he would
appreciate much more after they were properly wed.

"Wesley," he said, pulling
the special box he'd brought back from India out from under his
bed.  He'd given Hugh and Edwin each one for their wedding
gifts and he'd kept one for himself.  Of course, he hadn't
truly anticipated ever using it for a wife, more likely for a
mistress... he had no idea if Hugh and Edwin had used theirs but he
liked to think that they might have found an opportunity to at
least utilize a few of the items. He was very much looking forward
to how Cynthia would react to them tonight.

"What?"

He looked up at her, amused.
 "We're going to be married in a week, you might as well start
calling me by my given name."  Fortunately the length of cloth
he was looking for was right on top.  "Although perhaps not
right now."

Before she could respond,
he was standing in front of her and tying the gag around her head.
 He couldn't quite tell, since her face was fairly shadowed
because of their angle, but he was quite sure she was glaring at
him.  As usual, her aggravation only made him feel even more
cheerful.  Especially now that she was bound and gagged and
entirely at his mercy.

If she wanted to wake him
with her mouth on his cock then he certainly had no objection to
that, but not until they were married.  Wesley had been doing
his best to play by the rules, although if she'd chosen a different
way of getting his attention then he might have succumbed to her
persuasions and divested her of her virginity.  But he wasn't
going to let the little witch think that she could just wake him in
the middle of the night, catch him off-guard and get her way.
 Letting her push him around using sexual wiles would be far
too dangerous a precedent to set.

Which, unfortunately,
meant that he wasn't going to sink into her hot, wet quim tonight
either.  But he could certainly satisfy himself, and her as
well, without giving her what she had come for.  Still, he
intended to exact a certain price out of her hide for her attempt.
And hopefully he wouldn’t find her sneaking into his bed before the
wedding night again if he made the lesson sharp enough.

From the way she was wiggling and the
muffled noises she was making behind her gag, she obviously had
more to say to him.  She could wait.  After attempting to
force his hand, it would be good for her. 

Grinning, Wesley picked up
the little metal clips with dangling red jewels.  He was quite
sure Cynthia would have never experienced anything quite like
them.  At the time he’d chosen the red jewels because he liked
the color, but he was looking forward to seeing them adorn her
lovely nipples. The red would suit her; brazen and passionate, just
like her.

"Hold still," he said,
pressing her back against the post with his body, pinning her there
with his hips.  Cupping the heavy mound of one breast in his
hand, he lifted it and lowered his head.  His fiancé made a
little moaning sound as his lips wrapped around her nipple, which
was tightly ruched and ready for loving.  Wesley sucked the
little bud into his mouth and nipped at it, hardening it even
further as Cynthia began panting.

He looked up to see her
head leaning back, resting against the pole, as she arched her
breasts out at him, her body begging for more.  

Perfection.

******

The Earl - Wesley's (could
she really become accustomed to calling him by his given name? She
hoped so, he seemed to want her to) - mouth on her breast was
heaven.  Hot, warm, wet, and his clever teeth and tongue were
playing with and pulling on her nipple, creating the most delicious
sensations that went straight through to her pulsing core.  It
made her feel so empty and needy, so very tingly and wet.
 

She didn't like being up
on her tiptoes and she certainly didn't like being gagged... but
this might be worth it.  Her utter helplessness had a certain
appeal to it; the fact that the Earl could put his hands and mouth
anywhere that he wanted, do anything that he wanted to her was
wildly exciting.  Especially because she never knew what he
was going to do next - this certainly hadn't been something she'd
expected.  If being tied up to his bed and letting him have
his way with her was punishment, she didn't think she was going to
end up being a very obedient wife.

When his mouth switched to
her other nipple, the one left behind was wet and throbbing,
feeling the cool air even more acutely.  The pole was wedged
between her buttocks and she ground her front against the hard
ridge of his cock, rubbing herself as much as she could when she
could barely balance on her toes.  It was absolute torture...
exquisite torment.  And more than anything it proved that the
Earl was the kind of man she desired.

So many men had tried to
seduce her in order to pleasure themselves, although she thought
they would have done their best to ensure she enjoyed it.  The
Earl, when presented with
fait
accompli
, hadn't just fallen on her like a
ravening beast; he was taking his time and pleasuring her as well.
All of this remarkable man’s focus was entirely fixed on her.
 Although with him she might not have minded the ravening
beast.

Her nipples were aching, throbbing, and
making the rest of her body pulse with need.  The area between
her legs felt like it had a burning, tingling itch that begged to
be scratched by his fingers or whatever he felt like scratching it
with.  Even if she hadn't been stretched out and up on her
toes, she would have been unbearably uncomfortable from the
strength of the erotic desires coursing through her.
 

And she couldn't even beg
him to touch her because of the gag in her mouth.  The
inability to communicate her need to him, being forced to wait for
him to touch her, made her even wetter.