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  Chapter 8 - The Journey Home: Day 2

  When he woke the next morning, he could have sworn she was in the exact same position as she was the night before - and still deeply unconscious. If it wasn’t for her occasional murmurings and slight movements he would be worried, but as it was he chuckled. He would like to take credit for this deep slumber and felt that it was his due. He had thoroughly pleasured his wife into oblivion. Getting up, he readied himself for the day. He laid out a change of clothes for her and packed away her dress from the previous day. He decided this time to leave the under garments packed, just in case they felt frisky again - which was more than likely. He had always had a healthy sex drive and now that he had Katherine, he relished in the thought of not having to stifle that hunger for lack of company and even felt that sex drive intensify the more he got to know her.

  He left her to sleep for just a little bit longer while he went downstairs and requested from the kitchen to prepare a breakfast for them as well as some bread, cheese and lunch meats for the road. They still had half a bottle of wine left and a buckskin of water that he had refilled that morning. Henry was just finishing up his breakfast when Salvador came downstairs; he said he would bring around the carriage and pack everything into it while Katherine got ready.

  Salvador appreciated Henry’s discreetness and was grateful that he made no outwardly signs that he suffered through the sounds and rocking of the carriage the night before. For himself, he couldn’t care either way, but the last thing he wanted was for Katherine to suffer through the embarrassment, especially if he planned to have a repeat performance.

  Katherine grumbled and growled out protests as he slowly kissed her awake. He chuckled at her grumpiness and found it an adoring quality of hers. It took him a while to coax her out of bed, but once she was up, she shook off the cobwebs and grumbled her thanks while taking the coffee that he held out for her. He was going to severely enjoy taking care of her.

  Like the morning before, he figured she had need of the facilities and respected her modesty. He too had preferred privacy when it came to relieving his bodily needs, so therefore gracefully slipped out of the room and told her he would wait downstairs.

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  Katherine was once again grateful for the privacy as she used the chamber pot and wiped her self clean.

  The dress she was to wear today was a brilliant scarlet red. It was fashioned in the same style as the dress from the day before, only this one was made out of satin and lace. The sleeves however did not cover her shoulders, they rested just below, leaving her more exposed than she would have liked. To her relief, she noted the white cape that he had draped over the chair. The rabbit fur inside tickled her exposed skin, making her want to curl into the softness and rub her naked body all over it. She gasped at having such a wicked thought and giggled when she thought about what Salvador would say to that. She had a brief annoyance with him when she discovered that he had not given her any under garments, but then thought of what that could lead to and shook her head with a wicked grin on her face. Just thinking of the night before in the carriage had her stomach muscles clenching and a trickle of warmth flowing from her mound. She felt a little flushed at the thought of herself bent over with her arms trapped behind her back and her husband spanking her, making her feel like a naughty little girl. She bit her lip and groaned out loud as she closed her eyes and relived the moment.

  He made her feel alive. She felt as though she was the sexiest woman alive and that there was nothing she could say or do regarding her wanton thoughts that he would not delight in and approve of. She feared she was becoming too wanton and her desires too erotic, but then again, that was the behaviour he himself was displaying and she didn’t think any less of him for it, in fact she looked forward to the creative ways that he could make her cry her pleasure. She was perfectly comfortable with him being in control and trusted him with her desires. Although she was panicked when he started playing with her anus, she quickly recognized that she was panicked because she liked it. It was a different kind of feeling and she knew enough to know that any kind of anal pleasure was a complete faux pas; she was rebelling against the idea of it, not the actual act. This man had her eating out of the palms of his hands and so far she liked what she tasted, now that she wasn’t rebelling against his every action.

  True to his word, Salvador was waiting at the bottom of the stairs for her. As she made her way towards him, she noticed a table of men who looked a little rough around the edges and were all concentrating on her descent. She scowled at them and pulled her cape tighter around her front.

  When she looked back to Salvador, she realized her err. He had noticed her discomfort and had turned his head to see the cause. His entire posture had changed and she could see the tick in his jaw and the muscles in his neck tensing as he stared the men down. Unfortunately for them, they were too concentrated on her to notice the raging bull of a husband that was getting ready to charge.

  If their looks were simple curiosity, she was sure he would have felt complimented that his wife was being respectfully admired, but these men wore their ill thoughts all over their faces. She looked back towards her husband and reached out, gripping his arm just as he was starting to take a step forward. When the men tore their gaze from her and worked their eyes slowly across the arm that was now wrapped firmly around her, and then the man attached to that arm, their faces paled.

  They each quickly looked away to show him that they understood the threat.

  “Come Salvador, Henry must be getting impatient” She coaxed him gently as she tugged him towards the door.

  He allowed her to pull him along and by the time they were seated in the carriage, he had managed to pull himself together.

  “Hungry?” he asked calmly as he pulled out their breakfast bundle.

  “Famished” she replied with a smile.

  He had informed her later that they would arrive home the following evening and then proceeded to give her a heads up on all of the meetings and work he would have to catch up on. He had also mentioned that he planned to invite his closest friend and his wife over to dinner the following evening after their arrival and that he was sure she would get along splendidly with the wife. He mentioned that she was her age and was also very much down to earth. They lived on the estate that backed onto theirs and often found themselves in each others company. He told her about his small group of close friends that he referred to as the Brotherhood. Charles was his closest friend and who she would meet first. He told stories of Charles, Ed, Simon, Alex and Peter to keep her entertained. Charles and Alex were the only two of his brotherhood that were married and Simon was known as the notorious rogue around Oxford and neighbouring towns. When he spoke of them, he did so endearingly which made her eager to meet them. She thought that it was interesting that all of them spent the entire Christmas and New Years season together under one roof and that neither of them - including the wives - spent time outside of the brotherhood with their families. He did not go too much into detail, but did confess that including himself, none of them came from happy homes and that they had all decided that they would dismiss their current families and make their own. She too had no family, which made that all the more attractive.

  They stopped for about an hour to eat their lunch outdoors and stretch their legs.

  He had insisted that she reveal to him any dreams that she had regarding her future. She revealed that she had always wanted to go on a boat and tour unknown lands. She wanted to learn as many languages as she could. She did not want to be an absentee Mother, who pawned her children off on servants at every opportunity. That fact alone had him grinning from ear to ear. She had told him that she wanted to race horses as a past time and he almost leapt from his seat. She tried to comfort him with the knowledge that she had been raised on the back of horses and that riding astride a horse on bareback was something she could do in her sleep. She thought he might be having heart palpitations and tried to change the subject, but
he was adamant in making it clear that she was at no time to ever risk her neck in such activities and if he ever caught her doing so, he would severely thrash her. She believed him.

  Other than that, he kept her talking about herself. She had never met a man who encouraged a woman to speak so freely. She chuckled to herself over that, which he caught.

  “Do you find something funny?” He asked as he cocked his eyebrow at her. That only made her grin even more.

  “I was just reflecting to myself how amazing it is that you haven’t requested that I politely stop my ranting. The only men that I have known are only too eager to escape their wives chatter!” she laughed again.

  “Ah, but love, I am not just any man - on the contrary!” He grinned.

  “But I have to wonder” she speculated “If perhaps you are keeping the focus on me as to drive the focus away from you - hmm?” She continued on as though she suspected him of some heinous crime and looked upon him with mock suspicion.

  He chuckled again and then his grin grew wicked.

  Now it was her turn to cock her eyebrow at him.

  “You have found me out” He said with an evil sneer.

  “Indeed?” She asked cautiously, beginning to wonder if she had not stumbled onto the truth by mistake.

  “Indeed my dear wife. You could not have suspected that I am merely distracting you as I secretly plot my next advance.” He grinned at her, which sent a shiver of sinful delight down her spine.

  When he raked his eyes across her body, he had a look about him that she wasn’t sure how to read. His eyes were dark and hooded, the corner of his lips drawn up in such a way that spoke of mindless pleasure. His gaze was intense and focused, which actually made her shrink back into the seat and stare at him with wide eyes as she began to suspect this was more than just a silly play on words. Every time they had made love; it was never when she would have expected it to be. He would always strike fast and at the most unsuspecting moments, and always on his terms.

  She was sitting across from him today and for the first time felt as though there wasn’t enough cabin space for the both of them. She felt like she had been marked by a dangerous predator.

  As though he could smell her fear, he lifted his gaze into her shocked expression. Her only warning was the twitch of his lips before he leaned forward, snatched her arm and dragged her to him.

  She didn’t know whether she should be excited or scared! She also suspected that that was his plan.

  Falling face first into his chest, she felt the tight grip of his hands pulling her upper arms and lifting her so that she was left straddling his lap and her breasts being pressed into his hungry mouth. Because of the design of the dress there was no need to unclip any buttons, he merely lowered the dress and grabbed both of her breasts, squeezing them together as he feasted on her nipples.

  Her breathing sped up and she moaned as he teased her nipples with his teeth. He played with her breasts for a while and then without warning, she found herself beneath him on the bench seat and her breath stolen away by the intensity of his kiss. As her nipples were roughly pressed against his shirt, they tingled and squirmed in delight as she moaned into his mouth. She raked her fingers through his hair and scratched at his neck as he intensified the kiss. She wanted his clothing off and to feel his skin against hers.

  He broke the kiss as quickly as it started and left her on the bench gasping for air as he squatted down next to her on the floor. He yanked her to a proper sitting position and lifted her skirt. Kneeling between her legs, he gripped her inner thighs and spread them wide, and then sat there for a few seconds, staring at her mound as though it was a priceless treasure. She squirmed under his scrutiny and tried to squeeze her thighs shut, but he only tightened his grip on her and lowered his head. The sight of his head between her legs and the slurping sounds that were echoing in the coach was almost as erotic as what he was doing to her with his tongue. He stuck his tongue inside of her and quickly wiggled it back and forth and then made thrusting motions with it as though it was his shaft. Slipping his tongue out of her, he licked along her folds until he reached her bud. His lips around her bud, he sucked it into his mouth while flicking the tip of it with his tongue in rapid motion. The feeling was so intense that she thought she might faint again. She needed him to move his mouth away from her bud for fear that the intense pleasure would rapidly turn into a painful one. When she tried to squirm away from him, he nipped her bud causing her body to jolt and then he moved his lips up and down her slit. The feeling was too intense and he would not let her cum like she so needed to.

  “Salvador!” She cried out as she tried to squirm away, but all she got from that was his teeth clamping down on one of her lips and a growl as a warning. She yelped and then heard herself crying out “ok ok - I’ll be good!”

  He released his bite and then kissed her mound.

  “Hold your legs back for me” he ordered her as he continued to stare at her swollen mound.

  When she didn’t move quickly enough, he bent down and nipped her again.

  She gasped and reached down, grabbing her own legs. He adjusted her to the way he wanted her to be, with her legs pulled back so that her knees were tucked into her sides and her legs were dangling over her forearms.

  She had no time to be embarrassed.

  He warned her that if she released her legs she would be punished. Again she believed him.

  His mouth found her mount, only this time he had two free hands. He slid two fingers into her pussy and started pumping as he licked up her juices. Her pussy clenched around his fingers as she found herself coming closer and closer to the release she so desperately needed. When she felt the tip of his other fingers slide into her anus, she cried out and involuntarily let go of her legs to try and push his head away. He grabbed her roughly and pulled her down onto his lap. Pushing her across his legs, stomach down, he grabbed her wrists and gripped them into one of his hands and held them against her back firmly.

  When the first smack landed on her butt cheek, her body tensed and she cried out at the assault. Without pause, he spanked her three more times before opening his palm to her stinging rump and gently smoothed it across her cheeks. At first she felt the sting and then the fire that he was spreading, she bit her lip as she moaned at the sensation. When her body relaxed into him again, he spanked her 4 more times, alternating butt cheeks and then again proceeded to smooth and spread the fire. Opening her thighs, he reached under her to stir the juices flowing from her. She was certain that she had cum when he had spanked her that second time, and was horrified that he knew it. His fingers swirled around in the juice and he took his time spreading it across her inner thighs and up across her anus. He once more yanked her up and pushed her back onto the bench.

  “Let’s try this again” he bit out hoarsely as he pushed her legs back up and waited for her to take them into her grasp.

  When she did, he proceeded to stir her juices again with his finger, sporting a satisfied grin on his face.

  Katherine was embarrassed of her arousal and wished he would stop looking at it and stirring it about. She closed her eyes and wondered if he would grant her a mercy if she let him know just how uncomfortable he was making her feel. She felt like a freak, a wanton even. There was no way he couldn’t be mocking her now. It was disgusting how she would find the excitement of being spanked so arousing that she would cum in the process. She was ashamed and felt no better than a whore, and she was sure that even they would scoff at her. The humiliation of him discovering just how much he excited her made her want to crawl into a hole and die. The only reason why she was obeying him now instead of curling into a ball was because she was convinced he would repeat the spanking, giving her the opportunity to shame herself further. Warm tears trickled down her face, but in order to hide them she would have to let go of her legs. She was completely exposed to him – body, emotions and shame. He continued to stir around her juices but did nothing else. She refused to open her eyes to w
itness his rejection of her. Now he was simply amusing himself, probably gloating that he could turn his wife into a desperate wanton.

  She flinched when she felt his other hand gently cup her cheek and his thumb tenderly wipe away her tears. She shook her head no and tried to turn her face away from him, but he gently cupped her beneath the chin and pulled her face back.

  “You are so beautiful, Cara. If you didn’t react to me like this” he smoothed her juices across her mound to emphasize what he meant “then we would not be compatible. Your body honours me by demonstrating just how much it is pleased by my touch. I am not a gentle man when it comes to my desires and without your body reassuring me that it is pleased with how I handle you, I would be the one feeling shamed.”

  He bent down and ran his tongue from her core, slowly up to her bud to end with his kiss before continuing.

  Despite her shame, her body flinched and an involuntary moan escaped her lips.

  “People get off on a lot worse, my Love. I get off on a lot worse. If the feeling is pleasurable then it cannot be wrong and there is no one who can convince me otherwise. I can gently make love to a woman; however it is just enough pleasure to get me from point A to point B and nothing more than that. If gentle love making is what you desire of me, I will comply out of duty, but truth be told I would soon start to wander.”

  Her eyes shot open and if looks could kill he would have been struck down at that very moment. Now that she had accepted her marriage and learned the pleasures of love making, she could cry at the thought of him even holding another woman more or less crying out that woman’s name in the heat of passion, rather than hers.

  He grinned when he saw the fury in her eyes and then cocked his eyebrow at her in challenge.