Chapter 8

Her tears were not fooling me.

In the extremely limited times I had interacted with her, she had propositioned me twice.

This was all part of her virgin sex game role-playing.

Lucky for her, I was a kinky bastard who was here for it.

She truly needed to be disciplined, and I meant to continue doing so until her promiscuous, irrational behavior stopped—but that didn't mean we both couldn't also have a little fun.

She was going to be my wife, after all. I was entering this bullshit arranged marriage out of duty to safeguard my family. That didn't mean I should damn the rest of my life to a cold marriage bed.

I picked up the riding crop and flipped it in my hand until I was holding it along the smooth bamboo rod.

Her adorable ass blushed a fiery pink after my earlier ministrations. Now I pushed the riding crops bulbous, ridged handle between her knees. The length of my hand and half the width of my palm, the handle was crafted to be the perfect dildo.

I placed just the right amount of pressure on her lower back to keep her still, while forcing her to arch her back.

"Let's see if I can make you scream even louder than Our Lady of the Bonfire."

She let out a shocked gasp as she turned her head to look over her shoulder at me.

"Eyes front," I commanded as I raised the rod between her legs.

The moment the length of the bulbous handle pressed against her pussy, I was treated to another sharp inhale from my intended bride. By subtly applying pressure, I inserted the handle between her cunt lips.

"What are you?—"

"I didn't give you permission to speak," I said, giving her right ass cheek a quick spank.

She whimpered in response but didn't object further.

In a slow, rhythmic movement, I moved the handle back and forth between her thighs, using the rounded ridges to stimulate her clit.

Adjusting her grip on the footboard, she moaned. "Oh, oh God!"

I applied more pressure as I gently increased the pace. "That's it, babygirl. Give in to me."

Her head tilted back. "Oh! Oh! Oh!"

Soft golden curls cascaded down her back to cover my hand on her lower back. I had to resist the urge to grab her hair and pull hard. I knew if I did that, I wouldn't be able to restrain myself from whipping out my cock and thrusting deep inside of her.

Now was not the time. Not yet.

Without her even realizing it, her hips rocked back to match the thrust of the riding crop handle. A burst of masculine arrogance warmed my chest. There was no fucking way I was going to draw attention to her body's movements, knowing she would stop just to spite me and herself. Besides, it would deprive me of the decadent pressure against my still straining cock as her ass brushed it.

Knowing she was close, I matched the pace of my riding crop thrusts with her elevated breathing and the rocking of her hips.

I leaned over her. "You like the friction of that riding crop handle?"

I pushed up against the handle, applying more pressure on her clit as she mewed in response.

A deep rumbling emanated from my throat at the grinding of her hips against the handle as she lost all abandon.

Her hand reached between her legs where she tried to push the tip of the handle inside of her.

I pulled back. "Not so fast. Only good girls get fucked. Disobedient girls get a rub-off and no more."

Her shoulder blades contracted, and her hips lowered when I bent over her kneeling form to place a kiss in the center of her back. As I moved my lips against her now sensitive skin, I said, "I want you to ache for the feel of my cock entering you, filling you."

A guttural moan was her only response.

As I moved the riding crop faster, I used the tip of my tongue to trace down the center of her back, along the raised edge of her vertebrae. "With me, you will learn there is a difference between those shallow orgasms you get from mindless encounters with bumbling imbeciles, and a soul-searing one that is only possible through complete submission—but only if you behave."

The carrot and cock method of obedience.

"Please," she breathed. "I need?—"

"I know what you need."

I just would not give it to her. Well, at least not the full length, not yet. She needed to learn there was pleasure in anticipation.

As I caressed her hip, I slid my hand under her body to cup and squeeze her breast. Her sensitive nipple hardened between my rolling fingers. "Next time, I'm going to take the riding crop to these pretty nipples of yours."

Her body bucked in response to my seductive threat.

I nipped at the curve of her ear. "You like that, my pain princess? You like the idea of me tying you up and swatting at your vulnerable nipples until they pulse with fiery pain and become so sensitive the slightest touch of my tongue would give you an orgasm?"

Her thighs clenched around the bamboo rod.

She was so very close. It seemed that my blushing bride enjoyed filthy talk.

"And the moment you come, I'll pound my cock into your tight pussy. Stretching it until you scream for me to fuck you harder and faster."

Her body bucked in my embrace again. A long, keening moan floated through the air before cutting off as she held her breath and stiffened, a shiver running down her spine.

When she finally let out the breath she was holding and her body sagged, I wrapped her hair around my fist and yanked her sideways on the wooden chest. With her still in a kneeling position before me, I growled, "Open your mouth, babygirl."

With lust-hazed eyes, she obeyed.

I inserted the riding crop handle coated in her own juices past her lips and over her teeth, then thrust.

Her shoulders hitched when I poked the back of her throat. She lifted her hands to grasp the rod.

"Put your hands down or I'll tie you up."

She blinked back unshed tears and lowered her arms.

"Good girl, now suck it clean. Taste your own cream."

Her cheeks hollowed as she sucked on the riding crop handle.

While I watched her, I unbuttoned the rest of the buttons on my costume breeches and pulled out my cock. Wrapping my free hand around the turgid length, I pumped my fist up and down the shaft while I eased back the pressure.

When I couldn't take it any longer, I carefully pulled the handle from her mouth and tossed it aside. My fingers dug into her cheeks as I gripped her jaw and forced her head back. "My turn."

I thrust my cock past her lips.

Her eyes widened as she tried to draw her head back.

My grasp on her hair prevented it.

As I pushed my cock deeper into her wet mouth, she kept her tongue pushed down. It was almost as if she didn't know how to suck a cock, which of course was not probable.

More likely, she was being stubborn or playing her games again.

"If you don't start using your tongue and sucking my cock like the pro I know you are, I'll take that riding crop handle and shove it up your ass until you do."

With a whimper, she placed a hesitant hand around the base of my cock and swished her tongue from side to side under the sensitive skin of the shaft.

"Circle the head," I ordered.

Her tongue moved around the bulbous head until I once more pushed deeper, gagging her.

Tears rolled down her cheeks as she gagged and sputtered around my thick shaft, trying to pull back.

"Don't you dare take my cock out of your mouth," I warned, staring down at her.

The sight of her struggling to swallow my flesh made my cock swell and lengthen.

Fuck, it was sexy as hell.

I would not last as long as I wanted after denying myself all evening.

My balls tightened as I pulled her head closer to my hips. Her lips stretched around the wide base of my shaft, her small hands pushing back against the tops of my thighs.

The vibration of her frightened scream sent an amazing jolt up my cock, straight to my balls.

I came.

With a little mercy, I pulled back slightly, allowing my come to coat her tongue instead of choking her by jetting straight to the back of her throat.

The second I pulled my still semi-hard cock free, she clutched her hand to her naked chest and bent over, coughing as she spit my come out onto the top of the chest.

While holding onto her hair, I pushed her face down close to it. "I should make you lick up every drop."

She coughed again before rasping, "Please, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to spit it out."

Whether she was a girl who hated to swallow or was telling the truth, I couldn't discern. Next time Id ensure she swallowed the entire mouthful.

Before I could threaten her with just that, there was a commotion above us on the deck.

Worried about trouble, I pushed my cock back into my breeches as I swiped off my devil's mask and reached for my shirt and jacket. "Get dressed."

Her arms covered her breasts. "You tore my blouse."

As I swiftly stormed toward the door, I tossed instructions over my shoulder. "Grab one of my shirts from the closet. If you know what's good for you, you won't leave this room until I come and get you."

The cries of alarm and heavy thuds of boots running over the deck grew stronger as I swung the door open and raced down the narrow hall.