Page 30 of The Lady
SMACK!
Delilah shrieked, feet kicking up, but like any well-trained pet, she remained bent over the bed where he’d put her, despite the pain now throbbing through her bottom.
“Do not ever doubt me again, pet.”
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
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The Tramp’s Lady
The hard swatsstung as they landed, making Delilah shriek and wriggle, even as her arousal shot higher. The punishment inflamed her as much as it chastised her. She knew what he was speaking about. She had not truly believed he would protect her, that he would come for her, but he had proven her wrong. She should have trusted him.
“You could have seriously harmed yourself, climbing out of that window,” he scolded before landing another hard swat, this one on the sensitive spot between her thigh and her bottom.
Delilah howled as a matching one came down on the other side. Those stung the most, far more than when he spanked her anywhere else. Yet even as the heat in her bottom grew, so too did the fire in her core. Her bottom clenched around her tail, but she was still far too empty. She wanted, needed, Henry’s cock inside her, but she knew that would not come until he was done punishing her.
Every slap of his hand against her skin throbbed, her flesh becoming hot and swollen from the blows. Tears began to slide down her cheeks, and she writhed against the sheets, her nipples rubbing against the fabric with pleasurable stimulation that provided an erotic counterpoint to her throbbing bottom. Her fingers curled, gripping the bed to keep from putting her hands back to cover the flaming skin of her bottom.
She did not regret her impetuous climb from the window, even though Henry was right about the dangers. The act had proven to her she was stronger than she had realized. She did regret it made Henry feel as though she did not believe in him, and truthfully, she had not when it came down to it. So, she took her punishment, her bottom full of plug, her pussy empty and aching, and loved every moment as much as she hated it.
The moment the spanking stopped, his cock was pressing at her pussy and thrusting in, splitting her open. She was so slick with arousal, he slid into her easily, filling her completely, the ache of emptiness quickly replaced by the burn of her muscles, stretching around his thick length. Not giving her a moment to adjust, his hands curled around her waist, pinning her in place. Fucking her roughly from behind, his body slapped against her hot cheeks in a pleasurably painful staccato that was almost like a second spanking. Delilah cried out, euphoria sizzling through her, the pain and pleasure wrapping around each other and spinning her into a chaotic mess. Her body sang with the hot bliss and exquisite pain, like an orchestra of sensation, swelling and crescendoing to the highest peak.
She screamed with triumphant ecstasy, her body shuddering and clenching around him, the waves of rapture going on and on and on while he emptied himself into her.
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The Tramp
Unfortunately,as much as he wanted to make their wedding day special, in many regards, it was like any other.
His pet did not seem upset, though. She preened whenever anyone noticed her new collar and was constantly stroking it with her fingertips. Whenever she was sitting by his side, she was pressed into his leg, one arm casually wrapped around his calf, as if she could not bearnotto be touching him. Henry felt much the same way, and his hand was constantly on her hair, stroking the soft strands fondly.
That night, on the balcony, was the first time he fucked her as she looked down at their audience. Whether any of them recognized her, he did not know, nor did he care. Her orgasm was explosive and met with cheers from the lords and gentlemen below.
Curled up in his bed, in his arms, she nuzzled her nose against his chest hair.
“I love you,” she whispered.
A strange emotion seized Henry, gripping his heart as if she’d thrust her hand through his chest and held it with her delicate fingers. Love? That had not been part of the bargain.
Yet... he would have burned down the world to find her.
Had married her, so he never had to let her go.
Put a collar on her that could not be removed.
Claimed her in every way he possibly could.
In the darkness, with no one to see them, the Tramp finally admitted his vulnerability.
“I love you, too.”
His lady smiled.
Epilogue
The Tramp
