She didn't dare defy him. She had no desire to be spanked again, though truthfully, right now, she might not have minded, noting the delightful languid feeling in her arms and legs.
He peeled off his tunic and Gillian found herself unable to look away as he removed his shirt then his hose. In moments, he stood bared before her. She held his gaze and detected a hint of humor there. Did he realize how hard she tried not to look at him... there?
He reached down and took her hand. She used all of her will to hold his stare as he guided her hand to his shaft and curled her fingers around it. She froze, her eyes widening to realize how very large his cock was.
She was no fool, innocent she may be. She knew what passed between a man and woman. But now she realized just how little she knew. How on God's earth would he fitthat inside her? "You are afraid?"
His voice cut into the ramble of her thoughts and she gave a nod. Finally, she dared look at the hard and warm flesh she held. Her hand, surrounded by his, barely covered half the length, and her fingers only just fit fully around. Royce began to move, sliding her along his cock. After a few moments, she shrugged him off and shifted closer, still stroking.
He gave a low groan and she lightened her grip, worried she had hurt him. When she ran her fingers over the shiny tip, a sharp hiss escaped him. She looked up and found the most intense concentration lined into his face. His eyes had closed and his lips were tight, yet parted, allowing him to suck in air. The sight set her body burning anew.
He liked her touch. Pride and anticipation dimmed her apprehension. She took her time exploring him, leaning up and using her other hand to find his balls. Another groan and he pulled her hand away.
"Enough! Lay down."
The sudden change in his tone alarmed her. At her hesitation, he leaned over and pushed her back against the pillows.
"I see you'll need instruction on how to properly obey."
She had no time to respond for he stretched out above her, taking her hands and drawing her arms above her head. He parted her legs with his and the panic returned at the helpless position. Her squirming did nothing to loosen his hold. He switched both her hands to one and used the other to land a light slap to her thigh.
"Be still. I wish to... inspect you."
Stunned by his callous words, she froze, then began to struggle against him once more. "You insult me again. Why should I obey, you insufferable oaf?"
He slapped her leg again. "You are my wife now, and under the law, mine to do with as I please. And now, I wish to see what my wife offers."
"As if I'm no more than livestock to be bought orsold?"
"'Twould be very unlucky for you if you tempt me to sell you."
She let out a snarl of anger and fought to free herself. He caught her face with his free hand and devoured her mouth, swallowing her protests with his lips and tongue. He gave her no respite, drawing the very breath from her lungs and replacing it with a fire that threatened to reduce her to cinders. Forgotten were the angry words of moments ago. Now desire took their place, and Gillian's struggles ceased as passion surged.
***
Royce thought he could never get enough of Gillian. He glutted himself on her mouth, finally releasing his hold on her jaw to slide his hand to her breasts. Her struggles changed and now she undulated against him, driving her hot wet pussy against his cock. Did she not realize how she tormented him? He would have to tie her down so he could take his enjoyment without fear of going mad. Just the recollection of her seeking touch on his cock made him nearly come.
He drew away, panting, staring down into her heavy-lidded eyes. The smile ghosting her mouth cooled his desire. He'd seen that look before, usually prior to being begged for some boon or favor, a pretty dress or jewels. He'd long ago vowed not to be taken in by a woman's wiles and he would hold to that oath. His wife would learn that lesson right now.
The thought of binding her to the bed arose again. 'Twould certainly help drive his point home. She would be helpless to his whims and as he imagined the ways he might torment her, his desire flared once more.
Yes, this was how he'd tame his wife. He released his hold and stood. His squire had unpacked everything, but Royce hadn't had time to ask the boy where his belongings were. He opened the wardrobe and spied what he needed. Grabbing the belt, he turned back to the bed.
Gillian raised herself up on her elbows. His mouthwatered at the sight. Her long dark hair fell over her shoulders, curling around the pale skin of her tempting breasts. Hard pink nipples poked through the ebony cloud. He ground his teeth against the uproar that left him near breathless. His gaze moved down her body, settling on the dark curls covering her secrets. Ere the sun rose, he'd uncover many, if not all, of her secrets.
"What are you doing with that?"
The waver in her voice revealed her apprehension. The sight of worry in her violet eyes set his lust to raging once more.
"Since you seem to be unable to obey, I will make sure you do. You were to be waiting here for me naked, and yet, you were not. I told you to remain still and yet you refuse. Now you will have no choice."
She leapt from the bed and took up a position on the other side. "I will not be beaten again!" He doubled the leather belt and slapped it across his palm. "I wasn't planning on beating you again, but if you don't get back into the bed, I will."
She shook her head, her dark hair floating in a wild cloud about her face. "Why must you mistreat me? I've done nothing to warrant it!"
"You haven't? I can list several reasons. You struck me last night. I found you in the company of another man, not once, but twice. You refuse to obey even the simplest orders."
She opened her mouth as if to respond, then closed it again. Pressing her lips together, she lifted her chin and folded her arms. The position pushed her breasts up further and the sight sent another powerful surge of desire to his cock.
