Chapter 35

CHAPTER 35

BENEDICT

S weat pours down my back as I watch Augusta writhe beneath me. I knew she would never find the ordeal as agonizing as others, but I never expected her to enjoy it this much. My balls draw up painfully tight, clenching with every soft moan drifting from her lips.

My knot begins to tingle with every slide of my shaft deep inside her bottom hole. The tight ring stretches out nearly white as I force her open, demanding her body to take my cock. It's a lurid display, one that has me wanting to knot her when I've only just begun.

It's as if I'm a randy lad again, unable to control myself. With her, it seems as if I'll never be able to control myself. She's like fire to my oil, ready to ignite and spark at a moment's notice.

I grip the abused muscle of her arse, grounding myself with each invasion of her body. Will I be able to control myself when taking her virginity? Probably not. It's a boon to me she enjoys the bite of pain along with her pleasure. Just the thought of her blood smearing my cock makes more precum seep out to lubricate my strokes.

Keeping away from her on our wedding night will be punishment for us both. Perhaps if she's repentant, I can take back my edict and have her come after we say I do.

Even now, she weeps against the bed as I pound into her, refusing to gentle my touch. But it's not cries of agony as one might infer. With each ripple of her bottom hole around my shaft, I know she wants release. I can feel it with every shift in her body, in the desperate vibrations and wails dripping from her lips.

I've heard sexual pain. I know sexual pain. This is something far different. My errant little minx loves my cock up her arse and wishes for more of the heady mix of pleasure and pain. If only she'd behave. This interaction would be far different.

I'd have no issue with giving her exactly what she needs and wants. It kills me to hold myself back like this, to keep my touch and emotions aloft in order to drive home the importance of her obedience to me. Not because I'm a sadistic bastard who gets off on such things, but because she really seems to have no concept of the danger lurking around London.

How many times now have I pulled her from the fire? At least once literally, but several figuratively. My heart clenches as I continue to fuck her, sorrow lancing through my chest at the idea of her no longer being here with me. Though I've not allowed myself to think of her as mine until she ensnared me, I've not been able to pluck her from my heart or mind since.

She's wormed her way past my defenses until the point where I can't see myself without her. It pains me to imagine some mischief befalling her because she cannot confine herself and her desires. If only she'd trust me. I could give her all the stimulation she needs to keep herself from being bored.

If boredom is her main affliction, then I certainly have the cure. But with that, I'd also keep her safe. Though it's hard to stay disconnected with my cock deep in her arse, I do my best to keep us separated. It's the only way to retain my sanity.

Slide in.

Wait.

Hold.

Breathe in.

Breathe out.

Ease out of her lush body.

Repeat

Over and over like a mantra, I slide in as deep as I can go and force myself to stay still, to tease her mercilessly until she cannot help but scream out in frustration.

Slide in.

Wait.

Hold.

Breathe in.

Breathe out.

Ease out of her lush body.

Repeat.

Tingles fly up and down my spine as my release nears. The only thing left is to decide whether to knot inside her or not. As much as I wish to draw out the punishment, I don't want to chance harming her. Besides, it's not fair to only have one of us suffer.

With a loud groan, I grip her hips and drive forward, stopping short as my knot swells on the outside of her arsehole. My cock jerks as cum surges out, draining me as I rock back and forth, emptying myself into her. Her wails reach a fever pitch as she jerks forward and back, desperately trying to grind her clit against the bed.

Each movement brings a new sensation up and down my shaft, making me groan and grip her even tighter. Panted breaths flee my lips as I lower myself to her back and kiss up her spine.

"You took that so very well, my minx."

"Does that mean I can find release now?" Her pitiful wails slam into me, demanding I give in.

But I can't. The fact that she doesn't even seem to understand that it's part of her punishment eats at me.

"Are you going to be a good girl for me?"

"Probably not." Though there's a mournful note in her tone, I can't tell if it's from the lack of orgasm or the inability to behave.

With a heavy sigh, I pull out of her. Cum drips from her puckered hole and splashes down onto the floor below to mingle with her slick. Somehow, it's all gone so wrong. I undo the restraints from her ankles and then her hands before helping her turn over.

Tears stain her cheeks as she gazes up at me, hurt and desperation lurking in her depths. Her pupils are pitch black, yet her gaze seems intelligent. Twisting her lips up into a scowl, she looks down at my cock.

"You found your release in a way not becoming of a husband to his wife. It's only fair that I find mine."

I shake my head, refusing to respond before I can clean up. As I go to move, I watch as her fingers fly down toward her clit.

"Touch yourself to release, and I will not bed you tomorrow. The choice is yours. Take your punishment or take your gratification."

"Please," she wails, her fingertips hovering over her clit. "You cannot be so cruel."

Turning from her pitiful display, I walk over to a nearby basin and clean myself, making sure my cock and hands are clean. When I turn back around, she's not touching herself, but her hand keeps inching closer.

"I am not being cruel. You need to learn, and this is the only way."

"I hate that you treat me like this. How can you turn a blind eye to my need?"

"I am not blind. You are being willfully ignorant."

Until this moment, I thought it was always best to marry young and innocent, that way you can train a wife in how you wish for things to be. But now, seeing her lying there with tears in her eyes because I'm denying her for one fucking night, it reminds me that in so many ways, she's still so very young.

What does an eighteen-year-old know of delayed gratification? Granted, it's not as if her parents just outright indulged her. But then I'm clueless as to how long she's been sneaking about, doing what she oughtn't.

A sigh lies heavy on my lips as I squat down in front of her. "You wish for release?"

"Yes. Please, Your Grace."

"And you realize if I grant it, that means I will not come to you after our wedding?"

"If that is your choice."

I shake my head at her words. She doesn't understand. I fear she never will. "Lie back. I will attend you, but on my terms and not yours."

Once her back is flat against the bed, I draw up her thighs so that her feet are planted against the mattress. I cuff her ankles and adjust the rope so that she cannot close her legs even if she wants to.

"Last chance to change your mind."

"Please," she begs. "I ache for your touch."

"Very well."

Taking a deep breath, I tease the entrance to her pussy. She tenses and looks down at me, uncertainty dancing in her eyes. Though I'll wait to claim her there with my cock, I will not deny myself the feel of her core clenching around me.

With one finger, I ease myself into her quim, doing my best not to groan at the feel of her fluttering about my thick digit. My other hand drifts up to caress her clit. Knowing her level of desperation, it won't take her long to reach her peak.

Since this is still supposed to be a punishment, I aim to draw it out as much as I can. Inching in a bit deeper, I stroke her, keeping my thrusts shallow as I tease her swollen clit. Her soft moans surround me, filling my head. Every breath is laced with the scent of her arousal mingled with the musk of my spendings.

If this were some different situation, the eroticism would be almost too much to bear. It's hard to stay disconnected with my fingers deep in her pussy. Each stroke brings her ever closer to the edge.

"Wait," I growl, stilling my touch. "Breathe. In and out, minx. Calm, deep breaths." When she opens, I thrust in a little harder before stopping again. "Wait for my command."

Her body wriggles, but she remains silent, compliant. If only she was this obedient outside of our carnal activities. Again, I pull out and start the process all over.

Our breaths come out in haggard gasps as my cock hardens once more. As much as I wish to keep this clinical, I find I want to be deep inside her again. Such a pretty, little, disobedient addiction.

She's close. I feel it with every clench of her pussy as I invade her. Her soft whines take on a faster, more desperate edge. Again, just as she's about to crest, I stop and order her to breathe.

Minutes tick by like hours as I torture her, driving her to even higher peaks without allowing her to crash. Tears flow freely down her cheeks as she strains against me, every inch taut and primed for release. My hand aches as a cramp threatens to derail me, yet still I push through and punish her.

At this point, it really would be cruel to deny her. Besides, she made her choice. She'd rather have instant gratification as opposed to a prolonged night of bliss between the two of us. That will, no doubt, be punishment enough.

"You may release at any point. I will not torment you further."

I glide in and out of her pussy as I rub her clit, stimulating her without stopping. Her erotic cries crash around me, but I barely hear it. I'm far too deep in my own mind and feelings to fully appreciate the beauty of her release as it races through her, rendering her a babbling mess of gratitude.

Once her body stills, I pull out and head back to the basin. I refuse to say another word as I clean up and fasten my breeches shut. Augusta also remains silent as I help her put her clothes back on and take her out of the club. For a pair who have done things so intimate it would scandalize anyone to hear of it, the gulf between us only grows wider.

I had hoped our wedding night would bring us all the closer together, making us enmeshed in a way that only poets dare speak of, but now, I fear as if I will never have that with her. Tonight, she showed me what was most important, and it wasn't us or our future.

Keeping a tight grip on her arm, I glance about, my eyes peering into the darkness for any threat real or imagined. She may not give a damn about her life, but I still do. As much as marrying her hurts, I still wish to see her walk down the aisle.

She doesn't even say goodnight to me as she slips into her secret entrance. Pausing by the hidden door, I rest my head against the worn wood. What is to become of us?