Page 37 of Obeying the Orc
NATALEE
We were alone at last.After we exchanged our vows, it had taken a while to make it back to The Bluebird Inn. News spread quickly in Faircross, and many of the sirens had come outside to congratulate us, as well as others who lived in town. The mayor and sheriff, along with their wives, showed up in front of the inn as well, to offer us their best wishes. It had been a whirlwind of hugs and conversations, and it gave me hope that perhaps we would be accepted just as any other married couple in Faircross.
After all the fanfare, Mrs. Bluebird had insisted on serving us a late lunch in our room, and then she had winked and promised no one would disturb us for the rest of the day. Madame Sage had offered to throw an impromptu reception at The Sweet Siren, but Knot and I had politely declined. I appreciated Madame Sage’s offer, but after not seeing Knot for a week and missing him so much it hurt, I simply wished to be alone with him.
“Come here, wife.”
I smiled and slipped off the bed. Despite all we’d been through together, and all the nights he had spent in my room at the tavern, a stab of virginal apprehension pierced through me. I approached Knot, where he stood in front of the window, as flutters rose in my tummy. He gave me a dark look as he closed the curtains and turned to face me.
“I said come here, Natalee.” His deep voice reverberated in the small room.
Biting my lower lip, I took the final three steps that brought me directly in front of him. Moisture was gathering in my drawers already, and he’d yet to touch me. I took several deep, shuddering breaths, but the action failed to calm my nerves. The dark and primal way he was looking at me muddled my senses, making it difficult to form a coherent thought.
He cupped my face and leaned down to kiss me, sensually at first, before he thrust his tongue deeper into my mouth and claimed me with a force that had me turning to putty in his hands. I kissed him back, whimpering into his mouth, as the warm pulses between my legs became so urgent that I found myself pressing my thighs together in an attempt to relieve the building ache. In fact, I even ground my center into Knot as he kissed me, now raking his hands up and down my back and drawing me closer against his hard, muscular form. His masculine scent drove me wild, and the knowledge of what was to come had me flushing hotter.
“Now,” he said, breaking away. “Now that we are married, I expect you to obey me in all things, Natalee. Including in the bedroom. If you don’t obey me, what do you think will happen?” His voice was firm, his tone authoritative.
“Um, I will get punished?” I ventured. We had played naughty games before, during which he’d given me a specific command, such as to keep my hands above my head while he tasted me, and then if I disobeyed in the slightest, my backside paid the price. My bottom tingled and clenched involuntarily at the prospect of being on the receiving end of his discipline.
“That’s correct, my sweet wife. Tell me, what kind of punishment will you get?” His eyes blazed darker, if that were possible.
“A sp-spanking.” I could hardly breathe. “I, um, get a spanking if I disobey you.”
“That’s right, Natalee. When you disobey your husband, you will get a very hard spanking on your bare little bottom. And sometimes, if the seriousness of your misdeed warrants it, as you have already discovered, I may use a belt or a switch.”
His dominance sent a thrill through me, and I couldn’t stop the moan that rose from my throat as I stared up at him, feeling chastised for some naughty infraction I’d yet to commit.
“In fact, I think it’s time for your traditional wedding night spanking.”
I gave him a pout. “But it’s not night yet—the sun is still shining—and besides that, I have never heard of such a tradition. Why, I think you are making it up!”
He lifted an eyebrow at me. “Are you arguing with me?”
“No, sir. Of course not.” I fought to keep myself from grinning as he leveled a most stern look upon me.
He grasped my hand and led me to the bed. “Gather your skirts up around your waist, young lady.”
I did as he asked, and once I had my skirts lifted to his liking, he reached for the tie that held my drawers up. After he unfastened them, he pushed the undergarment down to my ankles. I had already removed my shoes and stockings, and I felt quite exposed as I stood in front of him with my skirts lifted and my bottom now on display.
Would he spank me harder than usual? I thought of the belt whipping he’d given me after I failed to swallow all of his seed, and heat quaked more fervently between my thighs. He was certainly capable of delivering a severe punishment.
He sat down on the bed and patted his thigh. “Show me what a good, obedient wife you can be and place yourself over my lap.”
“Yes, sir.” Keeping my skirts lifted, I shuffled closer to him, my movements impeded by the drawers still around my ankles. Goosebumps rose on my arms, and I shivered as I lowered myself across his strong, hard thighs. He arranged me with my bottom positioned high in the air, my feet dangling above the floor. I felt my drawers fall from around my ankles as he shifted me forward and gave my right cheek a quick caress before he moved to rub my left cheek.
“Now, let’s get a look at your little pucker, Natalee.”
I stiffened and tried to rise up, but he held me in place with a firm hand on my lower back. Before I could form a coherent protest, he pulled my bottom cheeks wide apart. Whimpering, I hid my face in the covers, beyond mortified. He had made love to me in a variety of positions and spanked me before, but he had never shown any attention to this particular part of me. Shame heated me all over.
As he held my butt cheeks splayed open with one hand, he delved his other hand between my thighs and swirled one digit through my moisture. He even inserted this finger inside my aching quim and pumped a few times. Then he withdrew his hand from between my thighs, leaving me bereft… until I felt him nudging at my back hole.
Tap tap tap. He tapped one finger against this most secret part of me, and my pucker involuntarily clenched and unclenched under his attentions.
He pressed into my snug hole, and I squealed and squirmed at the sudden fullness.
No one had ever touched metherebefore, but despite the shame of being spread open, I couldn’t deny the increasing ache between my legs. In fact, I could feel moisture escaping my quim to trickle on my inner thighs.
I moaned at the fullness of his one finger, wondering what it might be like for him to thrust his cock into this tight virgin entrance of mine. Would he ever try such a thing? My blood heated at the thought.
