Page 29 of Staking His Claim

“Why did you seek me out tonight, girl? Don’t you know I have better things to do than cater to the whims of cheeky little maids?” I made my voice brusque, became the brutish lord she desired.

Her shiver and gasp said I’d hit the right note.

“I…I’m so sorry, My Lord. I wasn’t being cheeky, I just…I just wanted your guidance.”

“On what? Speak up, and quickly, I don’t have time to waste.” I rolled my engorged flesh through her wetness.

“O-on how to be a good wife, Your Grace. My husband”—fuck how I loved that term on her lips—“Mr. Knight is a good man, you see. And I want to b-be the best wife I can be.” Her sweet, whimpering voice threatened to send me into orbit, and I needed every ounce of self-control I could scrape together to not erupt in that moment.

I caressed a hand down her arched back. “I see. I have a few minutes to spare. Are you prepared to take instruction?”

“Y-yes, My Lord.”

“Good girl. Now the first thing you need to do is make sure your husband is well satisfied. Do you know what that means?”

She shook her head. “N-no, Your Grace.”

I hooked my hand around her right thigh and tucked it over my arm. With my left hand I traced the pulse at her throat, over her clavicle and down to the breast I bared twenty minutes ago when I ate her out while she held up her wedding dress.

That had beenmyfantasy, multiplied a thousand-fold when I watched her walk down the aisle towards me, a vision of loveliness I still couldn’t believe was mine for always.

The dress was still bunched up high, held in her tight grip and she shivered as I tweaked her nipple.

Looking down, I caught sight of her glistening pussy, and my dick jumped, eager to join the fantasy.

“It means you will spread these beautiful thighs every time your husband wants. Will you do that, girl?”

“Oh y-yes, Your Grace. I will.”

I freed her nipple to run my hand over her creamy ass, between her cheeks to the puckered rosebud between. “And sometimes, he might even want to have some husband time in here.”

She bit her lip again and blinked, looking charmingly unsure. “Y-Your Grace…is that allowed?”

“If your husband wants it then it’s allowed. Will you let him fuck your ass when it pleases him?”

Her head bobbed frantically. “If you believe it’s right and proper, then yes I will, My Lord.”

Fuck. I pressed my thumb in and hissed at the resistance of it. We hadn’t gotten around to anal, but I suspected it was only a matter of time. A honeymoon delight. “Say the words, girl.”

“I-I will let my husband fuck my ass w-whenever he desires.”

Pre-cum jetted from my tip and I had to shut my eyes for a frantic minute to stagger back from the edge.

Tremors rolled through me, and I knew I needed to fuck her in the next minute or I’d fucking die.

I moved my hand around to the front, strummed her clit, reveled in her hitched cries and delicious whimpering.

“Now for the most important part. Pay attention, girl.”

Her head bobbed again.

“It’s very important that you take your husband’s fat cock all the way every time he fucks you. That will make him the happiest man in the world,” I crooned.

A tiny wail left her lips. “But, Your Grace. I s-saw him once, down by the river, when he was tending the horses. His britches were wet and…and well…he’s so b-big. Almost as big as your stallion.”

“And you think that could be a problem, young lady?” I grind out. “Because this pussy is so tight and tiny?”

Her head came up slowly and she turned to meet my eyes. Her cheeks were flushed pink and her wide eyes brimmed with innocence.