Mlady, p.10
M'Lady, page 10
Jane obliged, spanking him across his arse and thighs.
Dutifully, Ian counted. “Two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten.” He whimpered with the last one.
“A little break,” she murmured, putting his palms on his back and running her hands up his arms while pressing against him. “You’re doing well,” she murmured in his ear.
Ian shuddered and moaned. “Thank you, M’lady.” She knew the lashes hurt, it wasn’t the kind of whip one should ever hit a horse with because it was cruel to do so, but that was because the horse didn’t entirely understand what it’d done wrong.
Ian knew exactly what he’d done.
If David had not told Ian to help her, or if Ian had been less interested in the mechanisms and had returned to his box after only a few minutes … it made her heart ache to imagine that she could have been crying alone in her bed that night if fate hadn’t made it all work out just right.
“More, please,” Ian said, his chest heaving. Jane smiled against his nape. Her palm skated down his side to his hip before snaking around to his groin. His prick still jutted out, hard and needy. It pulsed when she fisted him and stroked. Her nipples tightened as her pussy throbbed. This wasn’t like any game she was used to, this was her husband. He wanted her, but he also acknowledged he’d been in the wrong and hurt her and was taking his punishment like the good lad he was.
Jane stepped back and undid the cord holding her stays in place. Loosed, she pulled it off and tossed it away, following it with her chemise.
Her present, with his fetching arse and strong shoulders, was displayed like he truly was a gift made just for her. The ten neat, bright-pink lines on his skin only made him that much more appealing.
Smiling to herself, she drew the end of the whip up the inside of Ian’s thigh. He shuddered and moaned.
She needed to hurry and get this part over with so they could move on to things that’d be much more enjoyable for her.
“Last ten,” she warmed as she positioned herself behind and to the side of Ian. The first lick of the whip across his back made him gasp and brace himself. “Eleven,” she said. She followed that one with four lighter lashes across his arse. “Twelve, thirteen, fourteen, fifteen.”
Ian gasped in air, but he didn’t say ‘watercress’ or anything about her stopping. It was an intense punishment, but he was holding up admirably.
The last five she more tapped the whip that smacked with it, little teasing flicks at his hip and thighs. “Sixteen, seventeen, eighteen, nineteen.” With the last one, she spanked hard right across his round, biteable arse. “Twenty.” Ian sagged in his chains.
She dropped the whip and rushed to free him, stretching up to press the latch on one manacle and then the other. Her husband was glassy-eyed and he stumbled a bit as she got him turned towards her.
Predictably, his gaze fell right to her chest. “You’re naked.”
“I had noticed,” she said with a laugh. “Now, on the bed with you, lay on your back. You were a very good boy and took your punishment well, which means you get a reward.”
“Tits?” he whispered.
Jane bit back a snort. “It’s a surprise.” She nodded towards the bed, and he padded over to spread himself out on top of the quilt. She followed him, crawling up on the mattress before bending to kiss the center of his chest. His cock rose proudly from its thatch of hair, his bollocks hanging heavy against his thigh. “Lovely,” she cooed, giving the head of his cock a lingering lick before straddling him.
He frowned at her. “You said I get a reward,” he pouted.
Bloody hell, she’d married the right man if he didn’t think her tongue on his prick was a prize. Leaning forward, she nibbled at his lower lip. “I want to come more than once,” she said. When he nodded briskly, she scooted forward.
His expression turned puzzled as she pushed his arms down to his sides so that her legs could spread further. A little more shuffling and he caught onto what she was doing. The look of awe made her grin, but then she was sitting with her pussy pressed to his lips. Ian made a happy, contented noise as his tongue swept over her. His hands gripped her arse, kneading and urging her to move.
Jane’s lids drifted closed as she relaxed into letting him pleasure her. The tip of his tongue explored, outlining every dip and rise of her sex. She gasped when he drove it up into her opening then lapped at her juices while making joyful, excited sounds.
His tongue moved on, sweeping over her like he might miss a tiny bit of her cream if he wasn’t careful. With darting licks, he finally reached her pearl. Jane shuddered and moaned while grinding against his warm, wet tongue. She gripped the top of the headboard to keep herself upright.
She could feel his smile against her sex. It took only a few minutes of experimenting before he discovered the rhythm and pressure that worked best for her. Her body tensed, and he laved her harder, throwing her into a release. Her head dropped back and she inelegantly fucked his face and grunted from the bliss that filled her.
To her delight, he didn’t stop. She rode out her orgasm, barely catching her breath before his clever tongue had her working towards another.
“Ian!” she gasped as she fell into pleasure again. Her body pulsed with ecstasy, but she wanted to fully consummate their hasty marriage, so nobody could pull them asunder based on that.
Using her grip on the headboard, she rose to her knees. Ian whimpered and tried to pull her back, but she gently shook off his hands and worked her way down his body. His cheeks and chin were shiny from her cream, and his cock was an angry dark red with a line of precum leaking down over his belly.
Jane paused, proud at the state she put her husband into, but she really couldn’t wait. Positioning the head of his cock at her opening, she slid down his length until they were fully joined, pubic hair intermingling. It was better than she’d dreamed while also feeling like a homecoming. They were as they should be.
His chest rose and fell rapidly while his gaze fixed on her. “Beautiful,” he murmured. Jane had to stifle a giggle when he cupped her tit and ran a thumb over the nipple. “Lovely.”
“Lie still,” she admonished and pushed his palms to her hips.
“Yes, M’lady.” He licked his lips once, then again as if he was seeking traces of her cream.
With a soft moan, Jane rolled her hips, savoring the slide of his cock inside her. The pleasure wouldn’t be denied. Quickly, she picked up the pace, riding him hard and fast while his fingertips dug into her legs and hips. She rocked forward every time she dropped down, grinding her pearl against him. Deeper pleasure built and she moved with more force, the bed shaking with it.
Beneath her, Ian raised his hips to meet her, plunging his shaft fully into her with each stroke.
“Good … present,” she gasped then flew over the edge into pure bliss. Her vision whited out as she keened her release. Her channel milked his cock, the sharp satisfaction of it catapulting her into the sun then dragging her into a luxurious, warm summer’s night of pleasure.
“M’lady,” he grunted, his hips bucking. She rolled her body, the leftover twinges of delight making her gasp and her fingers twitch. “My … Jane!” The last was almost roared as his cock jerked with release. It flooded her, warm and welcome.
He collapsed onto the bed, eyes closed as she draped herself over him. One of his arms curled around her like she might run off otherwise.
His eyes cracked open as they recovered in each other’s arms. “I know we’ve got a fair few obstacles ahead of us, but never doubt I love you, Jane.”
Jane kissed him, sweet and slow. She refused to move from atop him, not wanting him gone from her body. “I love you too, Ian.” His smile was a thing of beauty. “And I know we’ll have storm clouds, especially at the start, but we don’t need everyone’s sunshine to bloom, just each other’s.”
He patted her arse. “Yes, M’lady.”
Acknowledgments
I have so many people to thank for helping me get this little story into your hands.
Thank you to Laurie for being an amazing editor, beta, cheerleader, and friend. I couldn't do any of this without her.
Thank you to Nichol and Sasha at BBB Publishings for encouraging creativity with their stellar anthologies, and for just generally being amazing people. Also a big thank you to all the wonderful authors who were part of the Anonymous Part 3 anthology, I had a lot of fun with y'all and it was a privilege to share the page with you.
Thank you to my family for taking care of me and letting me have enough energy to get words out.
Thank you to everyone in the On The Wings of Writers discord server for all the sprints and motivation. I need it.
Thank you to Laura M. Baird and Dania Voss, two amazing writers who help me open doors and get my writing to readers.
And lastly, thank you to YOU for reading, you make everything worth it.
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Hannah Morse is an author of contemporary and historical romance novels. She lives in New Mexico with her high school sweetheart and too many Chihuahuas. She can be found binging Netflix shows or reading steamy novels when she isn't hard at work writing a happily ever after.
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