Page 10 of His Naughty Valentine
“You were a naughty girl, Lady Prescott,” he scolded. “I think I need to punish you some more.” He spread her cheeks apart and prodded her little hole, massaging the outer ring of muscle.
“Oh!” She gasped and clenched up. “Please don’t touch me there, my lord. It’s most improper.”
“You don’t have a say in the matter, Lacey. Now be still. I’m your husband and your body belongs to me, even this little hole of yours.”
Though he kept his cock deep in her pussy, she’d become an ocean, and he was able to steal moisture from her outer lips and spread it over her tiny clenching rosebud. She hissed as he entered her with one finger, all the way past his knuckle.
“I’m going to keep my finger inside you while I fuck you, Lacey.” He pushed deeper, drawing another whimper of protest from her. “Unless you’d like my cock here?”
“Please don’t, my lord. Your finger will do just fine.”
Her words almost made him laugh, but he was quick to straighten his face, even though she couldn’t see him, and maintain the strict, demanding persona of Lord Prescott.
“I’m going to take you for my pleasure, Lacey. Be a good girl and I’ll let you come eventually.”
Before she could respond, he began a steady thrusting of hard strokes, in and out of her soaking pussy. He slammed into her, his desire so great he became lost in the harshness of the act, of asserting his authority over her in an intimate manner.
Watching her submit, feeling her surrender, caused his heart to swell with love and invigorated his passion at the same time.
He pumped his finger in her hole, fucking her bottom while he continued to ram his cock into her pussy. Sweat trickled down his temple at his exertions, and he sweltered within the confines of the shirt and vest, but he didn’t miss a beat.
He came with a moan, his vision blurring as his cock jerked within her. A thousand spasms of ecstasy. He collapsed over her in a breathless heap, and brushed her hair aside to place a kiss at the base of her neck.
“And did you learn your lessonthis time, Lady Prescott?”
“Yes. Oh yes, most assuredly.” Her voice was a hoarse whisper.
He helped her to stand up, all the while trailing kisses down her neck. He lifted her to sit on the desk, pushing her skirts up past her thighs to glimpse her moist center.
“Was I a good girl, my lord? Are you going to let me have my pleasure now?” Her eyes briefly danced with humor, but her look of need was stronger. Desperate. She burned with longing.
“Yes, you were a good girl, Lacey.” He rubbed his thumb over her engorged clit, pressing down and swirling her juices around.
Her head fell back as her eyes clamped shut, her sweet whimpers filling the room. A quiver racked her body and her legs tightened around his hand. She moaned through her release, her breasts arched out and she writhed on the desk, wantonly with her skirts raised in a heap around her.
“Mm. Now aren’t you glad you were a good girl?”
“Yes, my lord.” Her tone was husky, as if the flames of her desire were rekindling already. “Thank you for reminding me of my place.”
Hours later, after cleaning up and enjoying take-out from their favorite Italian restaurant, Kaden reached across the table for Lacey’s hand and gave it a squeeze. “So was this a good Valentine’s Day present?”
“The best.” She beamed and threaded her fingers through his.
“Better than roses and heart-shaped boxes of candy?”
Her laughter rang out, warming his heart. “Better than roses and heart-shaped boxes of candy.”
~THE END~
