There was something going on with his wife, and Matthew was not certain what, but he was determined to find out.Eventually.
In the meantime, if she wanted a spanking, then she would get a spanking.She was feeling guilty over something, and he thought it had far more to do than with leaving Rose at the ball.Of course, it being Johanna, Matthew could not imagine it being anything too terrible, but clearly, she wanted some kind of punishment for whatever imagined infraction she’d committed.
He did wish he could have flipped his coin to find out if using the carriage ride for her punishment was the right decision, yet Sebastian’s words had stuck in his mind.
If there were consequences, he would have to deal with them.
Just like everyone else.
There was a kind of rush in taking action without the surety that it was the right choice.The not knowing.Was this how everyone felt?All the time?
He was almost giddy from taking Johanna over his lap, just because he felt like it.Baring her bottom to the moon as its light filtered in through the carriage window, without knowing if it was the right decision or not.
Those pale cheeks were now glowing a pretty pink, though he was taking care not to spank her too hard.The sound should not be truly audible over the noise of the carriage and the horses’ hooves clopping along the ground, much less the others currently on the street.Even if his coachman could hear some of what was going on, how would he even begin to guess at the reality?
They were about halfway home when Matthew decided to stop—hedecided.In large part because his cock was hard as a rock within his breeches, and there was something he’d always wanted to do in a carriage, but had never been in a position to attempt.The few times he’d been with a lover in a carriage before, the coin flip had always denied him engaging in the fantasy.
But there was nothing to tell him no now.
Even in the dim lighting, Matthew could see the flush in his wife’s cheeks when he pulled her back up.Her eyes were wide, her lips slightly parted, and there was an expression of both excitement and shock on her lovely face.She took a moment to focus her gaze on him.
Cupping his hand under her chin, Matthew pulled her to him for a kiss.She kissed him back, passionately, eagerly.Spanking her made her as aroused as it did him.Sliding his hand around to the back of her neck, he used his free hand to undo the front of his breeches, freeing his cock.
Ending the kiss, his fingers pressed her head down to his lap.
Johanna shifted on the seat beside him, getting into a more comfortable position to bend down and take his cock into her mouth.Leaning back against the seat, Matthew groaned as her lips pressed against the tip, then opened to take him into the wet heat, her tongue flicking against the crown as she did so.
He hissed, thrusting his hips up, leaning even farther back and letting his head fall back as well as she slid her lips down the length of him.The carriage rocked, moving them with its motions, even as he guided her head up and down.
The cozy confines around them locked out the rest of the world.He was no longer paying attention to what was outside the carriage window, whether anyone might be able to hear them, or anything other than the way his wife’s mouth moved over his shaft.His grip tightened on the back of her neck as she sank down, her tongue working as she sucked hard on the length of him, taking him deeper until his tip bumped up against the back of her throat.
“Bloody hell.”
He thrust up into her mouth, his hand firm on the back of her neck, her fingers curled around and digging into his thigh as he used her mouth for his pleasure.
It was every bit as perversely wicked as he’d always imagined it would be, engaging in such intimacies while moving along the streets of London.Knowing there were others outside the carriage who had no idea what was happening within—who would be utterly scandalized if they did.
Johanna hummed around him, and Matthew groaned, doing his best to keep his voice as low as possible.Not truly caring if someone heard him.His excitement was growing with every lick, every suck, and he knew he was not going to last much longer.Indeed, he couldnotlast much longer without risking the coachman an eyeful as they were nearly home.
Shuddering, he closed his eyes and gritted his teeth against a shout as Johanna’s mouth slid down all the way to the base of his dick, swallowing him completely.Pure pleasure shot through him, pulsing within him, as he began to spurt into her mouth.He could feel her throat working against his fingers as she drank him down, milking every last drop from his aching shaft.
It was sinful heaven.
By the time the coachman opened the door, they were both in their seats, as primly proper as they’d appeared when he’d closed it.If the coachman noticed Johanna’s rumpled skirts, flushed face, swollen lips, and slightly disheveled hair, he did not show it as he helped her down out of the carriage.Matthew felt a bit unsteady on his feet as he stretched his legs out a bit, following their carnal activities on the road, but he managed.
Taking his wife’s arm and grinning at her hot blush, he led her into their house, a very different kind of eagerness rising within him.
There was something very nice about being able to just do as he wished.Especially when it came to his wife.It had been a lovely interlude.But now that he was home, it was like he could feel how near his coin was to being back in his hands again, and he wanted it.Needed it.
Then he and Johanna would be able to enjoy the rest of their evening together, and he could flip to see whether or not to press her about whatever secret she was keeping from him.
ChapterThirty-Five
Johanna
Bottom burning, lips swollen, need throbbing within her, the taste of her husband on her tongue, Johanna did not at all feel proper as Matthew led her into the house.How could she feel proper when they’d engaged in such improper behavior in the carriage?She desperately hoped the coachman had not heard.If he had, he did a remarkable job of pretending and keeping a blank expression.Not that she’d been able to dare more than a quick glance at him as she’d stepped down from the carriage.
It was a relief to have her husband back at her side, leading her up to their home.She was very aware of her skirts brushing against her sore bottom, which made the need between her thighs tingle and throb.
