“That’s it,” he said. “Keep going, Daisy, it feels so good.”
She seemed encouraged by his words and picked up speed, sliding her mouth up and down his length. She didn’t take him very deep, but he didn’tmind. He wanted it to last forever, but he also wanted her first time to be easy. When she came off and looked at him uncertainly, he covered his fist around hers, pumping.
“Stick out your tongue,” he grunted. She obeyed, and he pressed the head of his cock against it while he slid her hand up and down his length. “Open your bodice,” he ordered.
She fumbled with the laces as he continued rubbing the head of his cock against her tongue. When she pulled open the front of her dress, he came, decorating her breasts with his seed.
She looked down at his artistry, confused, and he pulled her up to his lap and wiped it off with his sleeve. He cupped the back of her head and kissed her.
“I didn’t know what had happened to you,” he said, regretting his temper. “No one knew where you’d gone. I feared you’d run away, and I knew you wouldn’t live through that storm.” A muscle twitched under his eye.
She lifted her hand to touch his cheek.
“Were you running away?” he asked, his voice cracking. He had to know.
“No,” she said immediately. “I went trapping, that’s all. I didn’t feel the storm coming—I’m sorry.”
“You should have asked me first,” he said.
She dropped her eyes, and didn’t answer. The third time she hadn’t answered him.
He cupped her chin and lifted it. “Were you afraid I would say no?”
“I wanted to go alone,” she said, looking away.
His heart thumped in his chest, though he hardly knew what he feared. She kept something from him, though, and it bothered him. “Why?” he demanded.
She fidgeted with her skirt, then her shoulders sagged and she looked up. “I wanted the rabbit fur to line your cloak. I’m a terrible weaver—”
He cut her off by smashing his lips against hers, claiming her mouth with a bruising ferocity. He yanked her dress off her, then the chemise. Now he had forgotten her punishment, his love pouring out in a passion that would not wait. Standing, he picked her up and placed her in the center of the bed. He ripped off his own clothes and nudged her legs apart, settling between them. His cock nestled between her legs, and he caressed her with it, gliding his hardening shaft along her moistened slit. She stared up at him, her eyes wide but trusting.
“I’m sorry I scared you,” he murmured as he lowered his lips to her neck. “I would never harm you, I hope you know that.” The head of his cock found her opening and rubbed over it, requesting entrance.
Her fingers twined in his hair. “I believe you,” she whispered.
He nipped her shoulder, pushing his manhood against her tight entrance, entering by a tiny measure. “Say yes, Daisy.”
She said nothing, her breasts lifting and lowering with quickened breath.
“Daisy,” he said more urgently.
“Do what you want with me,” she whispered.
He nearly plunged deep into her, but at the last moment, he withdrew. He didn’t want it this way. Not as a punishment, or something she gave as penance. He wanted her to want it as much as he did, to beg him for it. With effort he pulled back from her and rolled to his side. He thought he saw disappointment on her face before he got up, but that was probably just his own reflected back at him.
“Where are you going?” she asked, sitting up and clutching the open bodice of her dress to her chest.
He gave her a sad smile. “Away from the temptation of you,” he said.
She looked lost, as if he’d abandoned her. “Why didn’t you take me?”
He shook his head. “It’s just that I want you to truly desire it. Not to offer because you’re trying to get out of your strapping.”
She flushed a deep pink, scrambling out of the bed. “I did not offer to distract you from my punishment,” she cried defensively. “I only wanted—” She stopped and blinked. Then swallowed and looked away.
“You only wanted what?”
“I didn’t like you angry with me. I wanted to show you I was sorry.”
