Sharon green brat 02, p.8
Sharon Green - Brat 02, page 8
“Oh, no, not again!” Seea shrieked, for a moment fighting even harder to free herself before suddenly going very still. “You can’t do this to me again, you just can’t!”
“Oh, but I can,” Derand disagreed, stroking her bottom again to prove the point. “You deliberately refrained from doing your wifely duty properly, so you can’t say you didn’t earn this punishment. And believe me, my girl, you will remember it for quite some time.”
And with those words Derand began to spank her, even the first stroke making her yelp and squirm and jump. Her firm round bottom felt so good to the palm of his hand that he came close to humming as he smacked that bottom again and again, quickly bringing a proper ruddiness to the white. Seea was now shrieking wordlessly as her legs tried to kick, the bead inside her making her wild as his hand came down on her seat over and over again. No, he thought, boredom would not be her problem in the coach.
Derand reluctantly stopped the spanking after only a few minutes. He wanted Seea to be extremely uncomfortable, not in so much pain that it would distract her from what the bead was doing. Her bottom was nicely rosy from his efforts, so he raised her drawers again and retied them before pulling her skirts down as well. Only then did he lift her from his lap and stand.
“Please don’t leave that thing in me, please don’t,” Seea begged as the tears ran down her cheeks and she squirmed where she stood. “I won’t be able to stand it without going completely insane!”
“You won’t go insane and you will stand it,” Derand corrected as he took a handkerchief and began to gently dry her tears. “And don’t think that you’ll be able to take the bead out of you once you’re in the coach. Some of my fighters will be riding right next to the coach, and they’ve been given orders to keep a close watch on you. Anything you do in the coach will have an audience, and if the anything is strange enough I’ll be told about it. When we reach the inn we’ll spend the night in, you’ll be given the chance to do your duty properly.”
Seea closed her eyes and began to cry even harder, but Derand had no intention of letting her sway him. He waited a few minutes while she cried, wiped her tears again, then took her arm and led her out of the apartment. In accordance with his orders there was no one around on the route he took to the side door of the palace where the coach waited, and once there he got Seea inside and the door closed. Another minute saw him mounted on his stallion, and then they were finally leaving Ramsond and heading home.
Chapter 5
I hate that miserable savage! Elissia thought, almost on the verge of tears again. I hate him more than I’ve ever hated anyone, and if I don’t have him soon I’ll die!
Her thoughts might have been on the melodramatic side, but Elissia didn’t care. The coach seat she sat on might have been nicely padded, but for the first hour it had really hurt to sit on it. Because of him. Now there was only a small ache left, but that wasn’t the main problem. That thing he’d put inside her was driving her crazy with need, and there was nothing she could do about it.
“If only those men would stop looking at me for a little while,” Elissia whispered, pretending she didn’t see the riders looking in at her now. She hadn’t understood why the beast had had all her pants outfits taken away, but now she did. He’d known what he was going to do to her, and had also known that if she wore pants she might manage to pull out that bead thing with none of the men watching her noticing the effort.
But with her in skirts and underdrawers there was no quick and easy way to undo the invasion. Elissia tried to concentrate on the woods to either side of the uneven road they traveled, but it simply wasn’t possible. What the savage had put in her bottom this time wasn’t as large as what he’d used at first, but in its own way it was just as maddening. And the way the coach bounced over the rutty road made her jiggle up and down on the seat, adding to what the simple presence of the horrible device did. She wanted nothing more in all the world than to be eased, but that would have to wait until they reached the inn they would stay at. And exactly where that inn might be was something she didn’t know for certain.
“So I have to keep looking out of the window, praying for the sight of a building or for the sensation of the coach slowing down,” she muttered, clenching her fists to keep from looking out again. “But it’s not really close to dark yet, so I still have to wait. But how long? How long?”
Elissia closed her eyes to keep from screaming out those words, finding it harder and harder to retain control of herself. She was being put through all this because that miserable savage had caught her in a lie that wasn’t really a lie, and because he’d somehow found out that she’d tried to punish him for almost causing his own death. But that last part of it, at least, wasn’t much of a surprise. In this world men were allowed to do everything and women nothing, a fact of life she should have learned a long time ago.
She had learned that fact of life, she just couldn’t find a way to accept it. More than anything she wanted to do something with her life, to make a difference, and for a little while she’d thought that the savage would help her reach that goal. Now? Now she could only remember what he’d said about his intention to hold another marriage ceremony. He’d said that the ceremony would be for her, obviously meaning that he wanted her to swear to obey him in all things again, only this time do it knowingly as an adult. If he didn’t mean to keep her tied down the way other women were held, there would be no reason for another ceremony.
“And I thought he was so different,” Elissia whispered as she felt a tear trail down her cheek. “Did he make me fall in love with him for no purpose other than to bind me more tightly? How can I know if he loves me the way he claims he does, or just said the words he knew I needed to hear? He sees so many things, that savage of a man, things he ought to know nothing about but somehow does. Is this idea of love just one of those things? And how can I think straight with my body screaming for release?”
Elissia just stopped herself from shifting on the coach seat, which would have made a tidal wave of desire roll completely over her again. Simply sitting still was bad enough but it was a thousand times better than shifting around, a fact she’d learned thoroughly during the first hour of the trip. Back then she hadn’t been able to sit still, not with the throbbing, aching bottom his spanking had given her, and she’d almost broken down into tears out where everyone could see her crying. Only her desperate refusal to shame herself that badly had kept the tears away, but now the urge was back again even stronger. How much longer would it be before they stopped?
The answer turned out to be: unbearably longer. At least another hour went by before the coach began to slow, and more long minutes dragged past before the inn came into view. It was a large inn and looked well-tended and busy, and by the time the coach came to a full stop most of their escort had dismounted.
Elissia was more than ready to open the coach door and climb out herself, but the savage was suddenly there to open the door himself and offer her his hand.
“We’ll spend the night here, wife,” the savage said as she took his hand and let him help her down. “We’ll have our evening meal early and then go to bed, because we’ll be leaving really early tomorrow morning.”
Elissia had been looking forward to standing up, but only because she hadn’t let herself remember that standing up would also meant walking. Every step she took made her even more aware of the thing inside her, but she held to the savage’s arm and fought not to show what she felt. For that reason they’d entered the inn and were moving toward a private dining room before Elissia actually heard what the savage had said. She would have to wait even longer before she could be expected to be eased, and if she tried to argue he would probably extend the wait even more.
“Well, look at that,” the savage said as they entered the private dining room, his tone pleased. “Since I had the foresight to send a rider ahead to let them know we were coming, we have tea ready and waiting for us. Here, Seea, take this chair.”
He had pulled out the chair to the right of the table, and waited to seat her before going to his own chair which stood opposite hers. Elissia really hadn’t wanted to sit down again, but there was no choice at all.
She was being punished by the man she belonged to, and he’d obviously decided to make the punishment even worse than it would normally be.
A male servant had followed them in to pour tea for them, and then he stood at the side of the room ready to refill the cups as soon as they were emptied. The savage made no attempt to send the man away, which told Elissia exactly what her husband wanted and didn’t want. He didn’t want her begging him to wait until later for the meal, or even to just allow her to remove the thing driving her insane until the meal was done. Elissia sipped her tea while hating the savage even more, then waited anxiously to see how fast they would be served.
The food came only a handful of minutes later, and the servant in the room helped the new male servant arrange the dishes on the table. After that the servants put food on the plates for them, and the second man opened a bottle of wine and poured glasses for them. The savage tasted the food and made a sound of approval, then nodded after sipping from his wineglass. The two serving men bowed, then both of them moved to the wall to wait until they were needed again.
Elissia made an attempt to eat what she’d been given, but after a few tastes she wasn’t able to continue.
She also found it impossible to take more a single sip of wine, not with the way the wine made her blood surge. That was the last thing she needed, so she simply made do with the tea. The savage happily ate everything he’d been given, and even gestured over one of the serving men to refill his plate. Elissia gave all her attention to her teacup - and to not squirming where she sat - and forced herself to wait again.
The savage had a second glass of wine before he let the meal end. He came around to Elissia’s side of the table and offered her his arm again, pretending that she had a choice about whether or not to take it.
Once she held to his arm he led the way out of the private dining room, took a key from one of his fighters, then led Elissia up the stairs. Their room was only a few steps away on the second floor, and the savage unlocked the door and escorted her inside. Once inside he brightened the lamp beside the door before closing and locking that door, and only then did he turn to look directly at her.
“So how did you find the day’s trip?” he asked in a definite drawl. “Was I right to promise that it wouldn’t be boring?”
“You know perfectly well that the trip wasn’t boring,” Elissia said, finding it impossible to look directly at him while her cheeks heated up with embarrassment. “How much longer are you going to make me wait?”
“Long enough to be certain that you’re learning your lesson,” he answered, still in that hateful drawl. “By the time this punishment is over the mere thought of lying to me again or playing games will send you into hysterics. A woman can’t do as she pleases in this world, not when she can’t fight to defend her right to do those things. The lesson ought to help to keep you alive - if you learn it well enough.”
So he thought he was doing this for her own good. For a short while Elissia had thought that that meant he cared about her, but doubt had begun to set in again. Doing something for someone else’s good doesn’t mean you have to torture them, not if caring is the real reason you’re doing that something?
“I was going to make you ask to do your wifely duty, but I’ve changed my mind,” the savage said, drawing her out of darkening thoughts. “Being allowed to ask for something gives you a small amount of control over that something, or at least that’s the way I think you see the matter. Having a small amount of control makes you believe you can take even more, a habit of yours I’d almost forgotten about. For the sake of my future peace and quiet you have to learn that your husband has the final say in all things, and this ought to be the best way to teach you that truth. Let’s get you out of those clothes and into your husband’s bed.”
Elissia would have loved to be able to tell “her husband” exactly what she thought of him and what he could do with his bed, but the miserable beast had made sure she’d be helpless to defy him. When he came close and began to open the buttons of her dress, her body started to pulse and scream out its need. She wanted him so badly that she would have preferred to tear off her clothing, but all she could do was slip out of the gown once it had been opened far enough.
That left her in camisole, underdrawers, stockings, and the soft shoes that matched her gown. She kicked off the shoes herself while the beast took the camisole and pulled it off over her head, but when she reached for the tie of the underdrawers one of his hands stopped her.
“You can take off these drawers and your stockings, but the insert will stay where it is,” he said, a warning note to the words. “I’m the only one permitted to take the bead out of you, and if you try to do it yourself I’ll make you wait until tomorrow night before you’re eased. When you’re completely free of clothing, lie down on the bed on your back.”
His hand moved away then, so Elissia was able to undo the ties, take off the underdrawers and stockings, and then make her way to the bed. More than anything she wanted to pull that bead out of her bottom, but the thought of having to wait an entire night and day longer filled her with the cowardice of desperation. Simply removing the bead would not bring her ease, so once again she had no choice.
Once she lay on her back as ordered, Elissia was able to see that the savage was in the process of removing his own clothing. When he tossed his black leather pants to the pile of the rest of his things, Elissia nearly gasped at the strength of the flames burning through her. Sight of his naked body added terribly to the desire she felt, and when he came close to look down at her she had to fight for air to breathe.
“I see you really are eager to do your duty,” he commented with a chuckle as he straddled her before putting his hands to her breasts. “Your nipples seemed to have turned to rock, and they harden even more at the touch of my thumbs.”
Elissia had begun to gasp when he touched her nipples, and speaking was entirely beyond her. She stood the circling caress of his thumbs for as long as she could, then she reached to his body with the intention of guiding his inflamed desire to where she needed it the most. She was an inch away from taking his rod into her hand when his hands quickly left her breasts to capture her wrists and force her arms over her head.
“When your duty begins and what it entails is your husband’s decision,” the savage said, no longer amused. “Since you still seem to be missing that point I’ll have to underscore it for you. If you find the time difficult, consider it adequate repayment for having denied your husband what love alone should have given him without question. Someone who ruins the sharing between husband and wife has more than earned the punishment she gets.”
Elissia cried out when his lips and tongue replaced his fingers at her nipples, but her cries were muffled down to choking when he used only one hand to hold her wrists and the other to tickle at her womanhood. Her body writhed pitifully between his knees, a movement she found it impossible to stop, but he ignored this added torment as he went on with the extra punishment he’d decreed for her.
It took forever before Elissia felt him guiding his rod into her womanhood, and just as she was about to scream in relief his lips took hers and smothered the scream. He thrust all the way into her burning desire, and when he began to stroke in and out Elissia was taken by true madness. She wanted to run her hands over his body and move in the rhythm she’d been taught, but her wrists were still being held above her head and his free hand was clamped around her thigh. The hand on her thigh kept her from moving, kept her from doing anything but accept what was being done to her, and there was nothing she found it possible to do to change that state of affairs.
Elissia’s body erupted time and time again, but only because of the need forced on her by the bead. The savage wasn’t making love to her he was using her, and when he finally found release of his own and lay down beside her after pulling the bead free, she closed her eyes and didn’t move.
“When I offered to share love, you refused the offer in an effort to make a point you decided needed to be made.” The savage’s words came after a long moment, faint bitterness clear even through his still-heavy breathing. “I’d missed you so much and wanted so much to give you that love, and you deliberately ruined the time. If at any point you stopped to wonder how that made me feel, you should now have the knowledge through personal experience. You used me for your own purposes, and now I’ve done the same with you. Not much fun, was it?”
Elissia didn’t answer him, mostly because she couldn’t think of what to say and also because she didn’t have the strength to try. She hadn’t considered what her idiotic plan would make him feel like, but now she’d found out the hard way. She owed him an apology, but she’d distantly noticed that he’d gotten out of bed. It wasn’t hard to decide to make the apology when he got back, but somehow sleep arrived before he did.
“It’s time to get up, wife,” Elissia heard, and only then did she notice that a lamp was burning and she was under the bedcovers. She didn’t remember getting under the covers, but she had the impression that the lamp had been turned out. “Come and have breakfast, and then I’ll help you get dressed.”
By now Elissia was awake enough to remember that they were at an inn and had to get back on the road to Arvin, so she sat up after rubbing her eyes. A yellow wrap she didn’t recognize lay on the covers near her, but she took it anyway and put it on before leaving the bed. The wrap had probably come from the same source as the gowns, and a fresh gown in dark blue with matching shoes lay on a chair waiting for her to be ready for them. The old gown and shoes were nowhere to be seen, so they must have been taken by the same person or people who had brought the new.
