He slipped her chemise off and stared at her breasts before caressing and weighing them in his hands. The slightest swell of her stomach protruded from her narrow waist, and he pinched her nipples until she gasped.
“Oh! Gentle, please. I find I am especially sensitive there.”
Of course he responded with another squeeze to her stiff peaks and grinned at her gasp. “My wife,” he said with reverence. “My sweet Claire. You have made a fine wife, and I know you will make a fine mother.”
She glanced down and blushed under his compliment, her cheeks turning a pretty shade of pink as her hair tumbled in front of her face. He brushed the locks aside and tipped her chin up and stroked her cheek with the back of his hand. “I have a surprise for you too, my lady.”
“What is it?”
“The duke of Leuthold is coming to visit in a fortnight. I have been in correspondence with him and as long as the weather holds out, you will see your brother soon.”
She stood on her toes to rain kisses all over his face. “Thank you, my lord!” She paused and tucked her hair behind her ears, a thoughtful look coming upon her. “Oh, I have so much to do to prepare for his arrival. I have to speak with the cook, and the servants, and we must see about…”
He pressed a finger to her lips, stilling her speech. “You have plenty of time to prepare, and I am certain your brother will be impressed with the proficient manner in which you manage the keep. Now,” he said, stepping back to remove his leggings and his tunic, “into the bath with you, and be careful not to slosh the water over the sides. Last time you took a bath I nearly slipped on the wet stones.”
She slipped into the water with a pleasurable sigh and gave him a mischievous smile, then flicked a drop of water onto the floor. “Oh, dear,” she said. “Look what I’ve done.”
He stalked to her and arranged her on her hands and knees in the water. “Naughty Claire,” he said. “Now I must punish your wet arse.” He rubbed more water atop her backside, as well as a dollop of lavender oil, and he slipped one finger into her bottom hole.
“My lord!” She shot him a pleading glance over her shoulder. “Are you really cross with me?”
“I know the last time I touched you here, it was meant to punish, but this is for your pleasure, Claire. And for mine. Try to relax.” Keeping his finger submerged in her tightness, he crawled into the water behind her and continued rubbing the oil over her arse cheeks, admiring her glistening backside. He pumped in and out of her bottom hole and paused to smack her cheeks, his hand lightly cracking over her wet mounds.
She moaned and lifted her rump, and he added a second and third finger, increasing the pace of his thrusting while the water sloshed around them. His cock throbbed against her thigh, and his balls drew up tight. Watching her responses for any signs of distress, he withdrew all the way from her shy hole and his desire heated at the sight of her puckering entrance pulsing in the wake of his touch. He applied more oil and nudged her again, this time with four fingers, taking them deep without more than a whimper. Once he felt she was adequately prepared to accept a much larger, harder intrusion, he pulled his fingers from her tightness and situated his cock at her tempting arsehole.
“You forgot about this part in your story,” he said, jerking her head back with a hand fisted in her hair.
“What part?”
“The part where the beast fucks your tight virgin arsehole.” He surged into her before she had the chance to protest, and her tight entrance clamped down around his cock. “Be a good girl and let me inside, Claire.”
“You’re too large, my lord. I can’t…”
“Yes, you can.” He stroked her back and withdrew from her hole in a slow movement before pushing forward again, surging deeper and deeper still. Almost to the hilt, he paused inside her and felt her gradually relax around his manhood. “That’s it, Claire. Good girl.”
“My Lord Galien.” She uttered his name like a plea for him to continue, and he was happy to oblige her. His cock throbbed within the tight confines of her arse, and he had to concentrate to keep from spilling inside her just then.
He pulled out and nudged her dark pink pucker with the tip of his hardness. “Ask me to fuck you hard, my lady.”
Her hair flipped about as she shook her head. “My lord, please, I cannot.”
“Ask me, or I shall drag you out of the water, turn you over my knee, and smack your bottom until it turns bright red. Do you want a spanking, Clare?”
“No, my lord. I don’t want a spanking, I want you to, to take me, please.”
“I’ll give you one more chance to ask me properly, Claire. Use your manners, say ‘please, my lord’ and ask me to fuck you hard. Tell me you’ve misbehaved and need your lord husband to teach you a most memorable lesson.”
Her shoulders rose under a deep breath, and she lowered her head until it almost touched the water. “Pl-please, my lord, I have been a naughty girl and I require a memorable lesson from my lord husband.”
“What kind of lesson?” he prompted.
“A hard fucking in my arse, my lord, if it pleases you.”
Oh, it pleased him just fine. He rubbed her back and moved his hands to grip her hips, and he worked his way into her tightness again, surging deep and withdrawing fast only to thrust into her again, going deeper and deeper with each plunge of his cock into her arsehole.
“This is what naughty wives get, isn’t it?” He reached around to stroke her most sensitive spot, locating her nubbin and swirling her moisture around the stiff peak. “Naughty wives get fucked in their bottom hole by their husbands.”
“Mm. Yes, my lord,” she gasped out, writhing as she met his movements and gyrated against his hand.
