Dealing With Discipline (29 page)

“Very good my lady,” Mrs. Hester said,
giving Edwin a little wink when Eleanor’s back was
turned.

He grinned at his
housekeeper. Now obviously
she
knew which way the wind turned when it came to
his respect and desire for his wife. When Eleanor reached him he
wiped the smudge of dust from her cheek with his thumb before
turning and leading her out of the storeroom, heading towards their
bedroom.

Feeling rather anxious about the
strange expression on Edwin’s face and his unusual demeanor,
Eleanor tried to slow her steps. “Edwin, what’s going on? What’s
wrong?”

The sidelong look he gave her as he
wrapped his arm around her waist, pulling him to his side and
hurrying her along, down the stairs towards the wing with their
bedroom, was nothing short of predatory. The caress of his fingers
on her hip made her heart rate double. She might have harangued him
for interrupting her preparations for the dinner if she thought it
would do any good, but she’d long since learned that trying to
derail Edwin from amorous intentions resulted in nothing but a
quick spanking into compliance. By which time she was always as hot
and needy as he was.

“Really? Now?” She
couldn’t stop the curve of her lips into amusement, even as she
tried to give him a hard look.

“Always.”

The almost savage tone of his voice,
as if he was making a vow, startled her and she peered up at him in
surprise, which nearly caused her to stumble. Stifling a curse,
Edwin caught her and then swept her up into his arms, making her
squeak as one wrapped around her waist and the other tucked under
her knees. “Oh!”

“You were taking too long,” he said
wickedly as his stride lengthened, hurrying them down the hall
towards the bedroom.

Giggling, Eleanor wrapped one arm
around his shoulders for balance, her other hand beginning to pluck
apart the intricate knot of his cravat. “I didn’t realize you were
so impatient.”

“For you and only you.”

The sentiment surprised her into
silence, which he didn’t notice because he was too busy pushing
open the door to their bedroom. His valet was in there, fussily
attending to his wardrobe.

“Out,” Edwin ordered. Johnson took one
look at the couple and immediately vanished into the closet and out
that way. Chuckling beneath his breath at the slightly scandalized
look on Johnson’s face – he always had been a bit of a stickler for
the proprieties – Edwin set his wife down on the bed, climbing on
top of her without even taking off any of their clothes.

“Edwin!” Eleanor yelped as
he tore the front of her dress down, the sound of ripping fabric
filling the air.

“Yes dear?” He kissed the
side of her neck as he tossed away the front panel of her dress,
ignoring her outraged eyes.

“I liked this dress!”

“I’ll buy you a new one.”

Lowering his mouth to hers, he ignored
the muffled sounds of fury, pinioning her beneath his large body
and kissing her into submission.  Eleanor knew she should be
furious, but she had to admit that part of her was enjoying this
primitive and eager display from her husband, even though she
didn’t know exactly what had caused it.  Excitement was
flaring up inside of her, physically and emotionally. 
Especially since he hadn’t even seen the plans for the dinner that
she was basically specially putting together for him, even if it
was ostensibly for Hugh and Irene.  She didn’t know where this
sudden need of his was coming from, but she wasn’t going to argue
with it either.  When hot passion flowed between them it was
easy to forget her doubts and insecurities, to feel the promise in
his hands and mouth, the overwhelming demand of his
body.

Feeling Eleanor’s body slowly
submitting beneath his inflamed Edwin.  He was going to take
full advantage of it.  Literally tearing the last of her dress
from her as she wriggled beneath him, he unlaced the rest of his
cravat and wound it about her hands.  Eleanor moaned as she
felt what he was doing, excited by his sexual dominance over her
and the enhanced vulnerability that came from being bound.
 Excited by the extent of his passion that seemed to pulse
from him as he ripped through her clothing like it was nothing.
 

"Beautiful Eleanor," he murmured as he
hovered above her, securing her bound wrists to the headboard of
their bed.  She was laid out like a banquet beneath him.
 Pulling the remains of her dress from underneath her, he
tossed them to the floor before swiftly tearing through the
delicate fabric of her chemise and drawers.  She'd stopped
wearing a corset around the house a few weeks ago, only putting one
on if she was going out because of Edwin's penchant for indulging
himself at any time of day.  "You are the most beautiful woman
I've ever seen."

Leaning back, he stared down
admiringly at her naked form.  With her arms above her head,
her breasts were thrust upwards and her little pink nipples were
tightly puckered, tempting his fingers and mouth.  The soft
plane of her stomach led down to that thatch of golden curls,
slightly parted so that her legs could settle around his, just the
slightest shell of glistening pink showing through.  Her eyes
glowed with happiness at the compliment.  The way he was
looking at her set her lower body throbbing with need.

Large hands rested on her thighs and
then traveled upwards, sliding over her hips and up the sides of
her stomach as she writhed and let out a little moan, wanting him
to touch her so much more intimately.  She sighed with
pleasure as he cupped her breasts, gently squeezing them.
 Sometimes Edwin could be so tender; emotionally she
appreciated the sentiment, but her body craved something harsher.
 These gentle caresses were a tease that ignited and kindled
the flame within her, but would have no power to quench
it.

"Edwin... harder..." The breathy plea
made his hands clench and Eleanor moaned her
approval. 

Chuckling, he rubbed his thumbs over
her sensitive nipples, her thighs tightening around his kneeling
legs.  He was teasing her with his body, keeping her splayed
and open, vulnerable and naked, while he was fully clothed and
fully in control.  

Greedily she watched him as he
released her breasts, obviously hoping that he was done toying with
her.  Instead he reached into his pocket. 

"What do you want Nell?"

"You."

 
She arched her back,
thrusting her breasts up and relishing the look of hunger on his
face as his eyes fell from hers and down to the pink tipped mounds.
 It hadn't taken her very long to learn how very
much
 Edwin liked to
see her squirming and offering herself up to him.  When his
gaze returned to her face, she darted her tongue out to lick her
lips, an invitation to come and kiss her.  

"I want you too."  Dark eyes
might light, earnest and unyielding.  "You and only you, in my
bed.  I don't have a mistress Nell, and I don't intend on
taking one."

Red heat that had nothing to do with
passion flamed in her face.  "I didn't... I
mean..."

"Mmmm, little liar," he purred as he
removed his hand from his pocket.  The singularly wicked look
on his face didn't do anything to relieve the butterflies jumping
in her stomach.  Eleanor's insides clenched as she realized
that Edwin was going to punish her for doubting him.  Her
bottom tingled in anticipation, but she hadn't yet realized that
her tender cheeks were not yet his target.  "Wesley told me
you didn't believe him when he tried to reassure you.  Maybe
you'll believe me."

"That rat!"

Edwin laughed, cupping her right
breast and pinching the nipple.  A flash of silver showed as
he dropped the tiny instrument from his pocket.  Watching
curiously, Eleanor wrinkled his forehead as he opened it and then
let it slowly close around her nipple. 

"Ow... OUCH!  Edwin
stop, take it off, it
hurts!
"  The tiny vise pinched
her nipple and she squirmed, trying to shake it off and finding
that her attempt did nothing other than jiggle the flesh and
enhanced the sharp burn.  She whimpered and took deep breaths,
automatically breathing through the pain the way she'd learned how
to when she'd been bent over the arm of her father's chair for
discipline.  It was in a different area, but after a few deep
breaths the sharp bite of the pain dulled to a more manageable
throbbing pressure.  

"They're called nipple clips,
according to Wesley," Edwin said almost conversationally as he
hefted her left breast, pinching the nipple to full hardness
between his fingers.

"Edwin please...
noooooooo..."

Even though she protested
as he secured the other clip, yelping at the sharp initial pinch,
part of her was relieved that her body was now symmetrical with the
throbbing pressure and pain.  Looking down at her poor little
nipples, which were quickly darkening in color in their tight
confinement, she felt rather shocked.  She hadn't thought that
Edwin could do anything further to surprise her, even in the
bedroom where she knew he had a great amount of experience, but
this wasn't something she could have ever imagined.  To know
that these came from
Wesley
... they must have been
something he'd picked up on his travels but she knew that she'd
never be able to look their friend in the face again.  Not
without knowing that
he
 knew... 

"Beautiful," Edwin said, his cock
throbbing inside of his breeches.  Part of the reason he'd
remained clothed was to force himself to move slower, knowing how
difficult it was for him to stay in control once both he and
Eleanor were naked.  Without such a hindrance he'd already
have his cock buried inside her luscious body.  His fingers
delved into that wet heat that his body was aching for, feeling the
heavy coating of cream that the pain of the clips had coaxed from
her.  "You like this Nell..."

"It hurts," she protested.

"Ah, but sometimes you like it when it
hurts, or you wouldn't get so delightfully wet when I spank you."
 Lowering his head, Edwin flicked out his tongue
experimentally to lave it across the tip of her nipple.

Eleanor's reaction was explosive as
her body jerked; pleasure and pain jolting through her.  The
tight grip of the clip had made the tiny nub a thousand times more
sensitive and it throbbed and burned as Edwin toyed with it.
 His hands cupped her breasts from beneath, kneading the soft
flesh as he began to torment her with his fingers and
mouth.

Just like with a spanking or even a
more severe punishment, Eleanor's body didn't care that she didn't
want to enjoy it.  Tingles of hot need assailed her as little
jagged edges of pain nipped at the heels of her pleasure.  Her
legs parted even further, tempting him with the flash of the sweet
pink shell of her pussy, begging him to satisfy her. Tugging at the
binding he’d made out of his cravat only made her writhe even more
as her fingers tingled with the need to touch him.

“How does it feel now?” he asked,
squeezing and brushing his lips over her nipple again.

“It hurts…”

“Where?”

Eleanor moaned and tried to close her
thighs. It hurt everywhere. Hurt with how badly she needed him, her
body actually feeling as though it was going to explode if he
didn’t stroke and soothe it immediately. The pressure on her
nipples was never ending, keeping her insides clenching in a steady
rhythm as she pulsed and ached.

He could tell that Eleanor was
practically melting inside her own skin, her eyes were completely
glazed, as if peering at a clear sky through cloudy glass. The hard
little tips of her nipples were turning a reddish color and he knew
he was going to need to take the tips off soon, but he was reveling
in watching her lose control… in knowing that sensitive parts of
her body were going to be sore for days. She wouldn’t be able to
get dressed without thinking of him as cloth brushed against her
breasts.

“Where does it hurt Nell?” he
murmured, his voice almost hypnotic as he squeezed her breasts
again. Beneath him her hips lifted, searching for purchase, but he
was finding it surprisingly difficult to release his hold on her
soft flesh in order to disrobe.

“My pussy Edwin… it hurts
in my pussy… please I
need
you…” Her voice was almost broken and it finally
broke him.

With a low groan he released her
breasts, trusting in the clips to keep her throbbing as he hastily
pulled off his own clothing, tossing it to the floor in crumpled
heaps that his valet could have fits over later.  Seeing the
darkening color of her nipples, he decided to take the clips off
now.  Wesley had warned him that doing so would not actually
relieve the sensations for Eleanor, it would only change
them. 

The gasping cry she gave as he
released the pressure on both of her nipples at once bore out
Wesley’s instructions.  

"OUCH! Edwin that
burns!!!!"

Rubbing his hand over one of her
aching nipples, he sucked the other one into his mouth, adding
pleasure to the swirling pain that had burgeoned as the clips were
released.  It felt like her pulse was pounding in her ears and
through her body, more strongly than ever, her nipples throbbing in
time with it.  She moaned as she felt the blunt head of his
cock tease the outer folds of her pussy, her back arching up as
Edwin moved his head back and forth between her nipples, suckling
them between his lips until the sharpness of the pain had subsided.