CHOCOLATE, TEA AND THE DUCHESS (8 page)

more wine.

His orders were accomplished within minutes. When the last footman left,

Phillip locked the door. "We don't want anyone accidentally coming to check on us,

now do we?"

"No, I suppose we don't."

He walked back to her and untied the wrapper she inadvertently held tightly

about her body. "Are you cold?" He asked.

"No, not really."

"You mustn't be shy. We are married." His large hands slid the silken garment

over her shoulders, her arms. It fell to the floor in a fluffy billow.

He placed one of his hands on her shoulder, the other covered a breast. Her

nipple, already hard against the nightrail, he pinched between his thumb and

forefinger, the sensation sending arousing tingles throughout her body.

"This enhances the pleasure of the touching," he said, as he dipped his head to

take her nipple in his mouth through the fabric. He bit down on her, scraped his teeth

along the sensitive skin. Tingles slid down her spine, her toes curled. Oh, my, she'd had

no idea lovers did such things. Yes, she could indeed learn to enjoy this.

He moved to the other breast, doing the same, making her legs weak. Before she

knew what had happened, she stood before him with her nightrail pillowed at her feet.

If she should feel self-conscious, she didn't.

"You have a lovely body, Felicity, and I intend to use all of it." He was now

standing behind her, his hands sliding down her arms. His mouth was beside her ear,

his whispered words evoking any number of fantasies. He put her hair over one

shoulder and bent low to kiss her back. She hadn't moved a step since she'd risen from

the table, yet her legs felt as though she'd walked for miles.

His lips and tongue kissed down her spine, skittering shocks with each touch.

She didn't know how she would remain standing if he continued. She felt a shift in his

height and then felt his breath at the small of her back. He licked the dip just above the

rise of her bottom as his hands covered both cheeks. He kneaded them roughly, making

her suck in air as she was reminded of Serenity's ministrations.

"Am I hurting you, dear?"

"Just a little."

"I am sorry." He kissed her left cheek and then cleared his throat. "Well, what do

we have here? Has someone been a naughty girl or was this a parting gift from your

father?"

She closed her eyes, for the first time allowing the cobwebs to clear enough to

remember she hadn't wanted him to see what Serenity had done. She didn't want him

to know she'd gone to the club.

"Yes, it was from my father. I disobeyed his wishes."

"Oh, really. I would have thought nothing you could do would cause him to

resort to such measures, considering your raised circumstance with our marriage. Tell

me, what have you done that earned you such a beautifully red bottom?"

She stammered, something she always did when she lied. Finally she said, "I

would rather not say."

"No, we won't play like that. Tell me."

His voice was soft, almost playful, she thought, but she knew she was caught.

She'd gone to the club for him, so she could learn to be a better wife. He might be happy

she'd been so forward.

"All right. I was spanked."

"Yes, dear, I can see that." He rubbed and squeezed ever so slightly. "What I want

to know is, who spanked you and why."

He continued to hold her cheeks in his hands, kissing them as he pressured her

for the answers to his questions.

"I went to the club and Serenity spanked me, at my request."

Phillip stood and came around to face her. His face looked serious, though she

couldn't detect anger. His voice was level, almost seductive. "You went to the club?

Why would you do that?"

"I wished to find out how to please you." By this time she was shaking, fearing

his anger and rejection.

"So you asked Mrs. Damrill to spank you?"

"She told me about her marriage and how she enjoys being spanked. She said the

sexual congress afterward is enhanced by a spanking beforehand. She even let me

watch while her husband spanked her."

"I see. So my little wife is curious, is she? Well, I am flattered, but what makes

you think I am interested in spanking you?"

"Nothing makes me think that. I just thought that if you were, then I should be

prepared."

"It looks like you had quite a thorough spanking. You are still quite red. Did you

enjoy it?"

"Yes, I enjoyed it, though it hurt."

"Mmm, well, as it happens, I do enjoy spanking. Is that something you wish to

experience by my hand?"

No longer feeling like an errant child, she stiffened her spine, raised her chin and

did as she suspected would make Serenity Damrill proud. "Yes, husband, I believe I

would like to be spanked by your hand."

Phillip smiled at her, a wide, toothy smile that sparkled in his eyes. He took her

by the hand and guided her to the bed. "Well, then, my dear, bend over the bed, and let

me see if I can't please you in yet another way."

Chapter Eight

Phillip's heart beat recklessly. His young, little wife wished to be spanked, a

wedding gift he never expected to receive. They would discuss her trip to the Sapphire

Club later, at a less sexually-charged time.

He'd guided her to the bed, where he instructed her to bend over the side. Just

the words—
bend over—
thrilled him. To see her nicely reddened bottom available to him

made his cock jolt.
If only . . .
. He dismissed the thought almost as fast as it transpired.

Women didn't do such things.

He had Felicity rest comfortably, her legs spread wide. He used his hand and,

using half his strength, spanked both cheeks several times. With the other hand, he

touched her quim and found her drenched.

He noticed her hands clenching the counterpane, he heard her breath catch with

each strike.

"Tell me what you feel, dear," he said in a tone that bordered on a whisper.

"I feel heat and a sting. I confess, I love it."

He spanked her thoroughly, rubbing her cheeks between swats, each time

dipping low to tease and to touch. "I love it too," he said, not confessing whether he

loved giving or receiving. He dreaded the day he would have to tell her his greatest

secrets.

She moaned and yelped occasionally, which only spurred him on. Finally, after

she had taken twenty very respectable swats, he stopped. He knelt behind her and

kissed her enflamed bottom, his way of showing his appreciation. He allowed his hand

to slide along the crease, testing her reaction. He thought she'd raised her bottom

toward him, but he wouldn't take the chance he was wrong.

He helped her up, stood her in front of him and kissed her with a need he'd

rarely experienced. He ravaged her mouth, while his hands held her head steady. She

answered with a demand of her own. She boldly took his mouth with hers, as she

tugged at the belt holding his dressing gown together.

He broke from her to shuck out of the garment, while she tugged at the fall of his

trousers. He liked her aggressiveness and knew she was acting on pure instinct. He'd

never had a virgin, something he'd consciously steered clear of, but Felicity excited him.

Her fearless approach, lunging squarely toward the pain she knew would come. She'd

taken his spanking with relish, a bright spot in this otherwise blighted day.

"I wish to see you, Phillip."

"All right, get onto the bed."

She situated herself on the pillows as he stripped out of his clothes. He stood on

the side of the bed, his cock jutting skyward, bobbing against his stomach as the

wretched thing sought relief.

"Come to me." She beckoned with her arms open wide.

His weight caused the bed to dip as he crawled toward her.

"I must touch you." There was no time between her saying the words and her

wrapping her little hand around his organ. Her tongue licked her bottom lip as she slid

her hand down his length, exposing the purple head. A small amount of liquid oozed

from the tiny slit. "Oh!" She exclaimed, causing a hearty laugh to escape Phillip.

"Taste it," he told her, delving into unknown territory.

"Really?"

"All the time."

She bent her head to him, allowing her tongue to jut out and capture the fluid.

"Tell me what it tastes like." His voice halted as he absorbed the pleasure.

"It's a little salty and tangy."

"Let me see," he said, as he pulled her to him, kissing her, his tongue searching

her mouth. "Mmm, so it is."

He'd not planned such a thorough education during her first sexual encounter,

never suspecting she would be so adventuresome. Encouraged, he decided to take her

lead and go as far as she allowed.

She skimmed her hand down his chest, coming into contact with his nipple. She

circled it with her fingernail, and he flinched.

"Does that hurt?"

"No, not hurt."

"Is it sensitive?"

"Yes, I would say it was."

"Good." She giggled and proceeded to pinch, bite, and suck until he closed his

eyes so as to concentrate on the varying sensations.

She was playful, which he found delightful. Such a rare time in his life that

things were anything less than serious, even urgent. Yes, he wished to plunge into her

warmth, but he found he wasn't hurried with the wanting. He wanted her first time to

be at her own pace. The shock of the coupling would come soon enough, a fact he was

dreading, for he didn't wish to hurt her.

She lay sprawled across his body, one hand on his cock, absentmindedly

stroking him while she sought out his other nipple. She nipped until he reacted vocally,

then she giggled and did it again. He swatted her bottom and she wiggled, inviting

more. She was an absolute delight and dangerous to everything he was. She threatened

all he knew of himself.

She bit down on his nipple, only stopping when his attention returned on her.

"Ow, you little imp, I'll show you." He flipped her over onto her back and

savaged her breasts, giving them the same treatment she had given his. He nibbled with

his teeth and lips, his tongue never stopping. He suckled her hard, feeding on her like a

hungry babe.

He slid his hand over her flat belly and lower, tangling in the auburn curls

protecting her mons. He teased there awhile, combing through the wiry hair. "This must

go," he told her.

"You wish me to be as when I was born?"

"Indeed I do, duchess of mine. On the morrow, you will have Emily do that for

you."

"As you wish, oh, duke of mine."

They laughed, but he punctuated his demand with, "I mean it."

The moment was not broken, because he immediately ran a finger through her

moistened folds. "Are you ready for me?"

He saw her swallow hard and sought to reassure her. "I don't believe it will hurt

as the spanking did and it is for but a short time, or so I understand. I promise I will

make it as pleasurable as I can."

"Is it possible for me to do it, to control your progression?"

He thought for a moment. "Yes, I believe it is." He rolled himself over onto his

back. "Straddle me." She did as he instructed and he placed her over the juncture of his

torso and legs. "You can lower yourself onto me at your own pace."

She nodded. He took himself in hand, guiding his cock to her entrance. She

lowered herself onto him, taking her weight on her bent knees. The head slipped inside

her. She gasped.

"Are you all right?"

"I've never felt anything like it in my life."

"There is so much more to feel, dear. When you are ready, lower yourself onto

me."

She began immediately. Soon she came to the barrier, and she hesitated. "There it

is."

He placed his hands on her thighs. "It's up to you, now. I will not move until it is

broken."

She felt wonderful, wrapped around him. She had such a trusting look on her

face. He hoped this would not be completely terrible.

She leaned forward, placing her hands on his shoulders. She gripped him tightly,

digging in with her fingernails. He saw the fear in her eyes, as she inched her way

down. She began to bounce ever so slightly, then suddenly raised up and plunged back

down, emitting a muffled scream. She collapsed on his chest, still gripping his

shoulders tightly.

After a few minutes, she laughed slightly. "I'm not a virgin anymore."

He could feel the muscles of her cunny hugging his cock. He fought for control,

concentrating on her, rubbing her back and her bottom, trying to sooth the pain away.

"How badly does it hurt?"

"It burns."

"It should subside shortly. I understand it lasts only momentarily."

"Did it last momentarily for you?"

"I've never experienced anything like it, love."

"My point exactly."

He chuckled, allowing her charm to envelop him.

A few minutes later, she attempted to move and found the pain had eased. "It

doesn't hurt." She smiled at him.

In a languid movement, he rolled her onto her back. "Open your legs wide for

me, Felicity."

She did as he asked, raising her knees and making room for him.

"You are so tight." He'd never taken such a tight cunny. "It reminds me of . . . ."

"Of what?"

He ignored her, as he rolled his hips, treasuring each sensation. Her canal fit