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teeth along a spot that he knew her to be
particularly sensitive, her hands clutching at his jacket now
rather than pushing at his chest. Feeling her resistance melt only
inflamed him further, driving his need to claim and conquer
her.
    “Carry me like that through the
house!” she practically wailed. The way she responded to him was
humiliating, even when she should have been furious she could feel
herself on fire for him. And not because of the smoldering state of
her poor bottom.
    Edwin laughed, tugging her dress
away from her body, moving away far enough to push it down over her
hips so that she was standing in nothing but her chemise and
corset. All day she’d been without her drawers, he realized as his
eyes roved over the glint of golden hair beneath the sheer fabric
of her chemise, that small patch denoting where her womanhood was.
It was enough to make a man’s blood boil, thinking about that lack
of proper undergarments. Did she do such a think often?
    “I thought you would be protesting
your spanking first,” he teased, pulling at the laces on her
corset, desperate to get her undressed. Eleanor’s face blazed
hotter and she looked away, no longer able to meet his eyes. “Does
this mean you enjoyed that?”
    “No,” she said stubbornly,
although she still couldn’t look at him. Then her eyelashes flicked
as the corset was tossed away and he took her breasts in his hands,
squeezing them through the silky material of her
chemise.
    “Well I enjoyed it,” he said,
watching her face as he fondled her breasts and pressed his lower
body to hers. With her weight supported by the bed it was easy for
him to slide between her thighs, his cock nestled against the hot
snugness of her body. His voice lowered to a verbal caress,
seductive and hungry. “I enjoyed seeing you bent over that counter,
your gorgeous arse up in the air, turning dark pink with every slap
of the spoon. I enjoyed hearing you cry out my name, hearing you
beg me, hearing you moan.” Eleanor let out another little moan, her
eyelashes fluttering as her nipples turned to hard little pebbles
that he pinched and rolled with his fingers. The pulse in her neck
throbbed and he leaned forward to that he could lick it before
whispering directly in her ear. “I enjoyed seeing how wet you
became while I spanked you, knowing that some part of you wanted
it.”
    One hand slid between their bodies and pulled
up the front of her chemise so that he could cup her womanhood with
his palm, one finger slowly sliding inside of her as Eleanor gasped
and clung to his coat. She was now straddling one broad thigh,
which was supporting his hand as the heel of his palm pressed
against her swollen pearl, his finger swirling inside of her tight
tunnel.
    “No…” she whispered, a useless
denial.
    “Don’t lie to me, Eleanor,” he
whispered into her ear, nibbling on the sensitive lobe, feeling her
body riding his hand and thigh, her sheath tightening around his
probing finger. “We both know that you enjoy it when I punish that
sweet arse of yours and then fuck you hard afterwards.”
    Eleanor moaned, a guttural sound
of pure erotic need, arching against him. Placing his mouth over
hers, Edwin kissed her deeply, drinking in the sounds of her
passion. They rocked like that back and forth, his finger fucking
her until he felt her begin to quiver and then he pulled away,
leaving her leaning against the bed, shaken and
unsatisfied.
    “Take off the chemise,” he ordered as he began
to untie his cravat.
    Licking her lips, Eleanor stared
at him, her sapphire eyes dark with lust, the swollen tips of her
breasts pressing against the thin fabric, sensual need obvious in
every line of her body. For a moment he thought she might protest,
continue to fight, but then she pressed her thighs together and a
small shudder ran through her. The needs of her body conquered her
desire to rebel and she submitted to him, grasping the hem of her
chemise and pulling it over her head as he