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]Chapter Twenty Two

  A Wedding Night...

  "You owe me many boons, my lord," Gabriella said with a throaty purr of satisfaction as she eyed her muscular captive. The twin sinewy mounds of Drummond's tight naked buttocks filled her gaze as she decided that her dainty hand could not possibly smack those muscled rumps hard enough to make them sting — certainly she would hurt her hand!

  "While I am enthralled to be tied to the bed for your pleasure, kitten ... and I might add, the sum total of all boons I owe to you. I still wonder why you would position me face down, wife?"

  "Husband, do we have a riding quirt anywhere in this bedchamber?"

  Drummond jerked his head to the side to gaze at Gabriella. She was completely not listening to him, he could see, as his mind jolted over the reason his new bride had swindled him into this helpless position. Ye gads, the woman intended to swat his naked...

  Instantly, Drummond's bare buttocks tensed in reaction as he swiveled his head to watch Gabriella searching the room for a ... Quirt? Drummond flexed his bound wrists, testing them. No, he was tied securely, just as he had allowed himself to be. Champagne! He had drunk an entire bottle with Gabriella at their wedding dinner — shit!

  "Kitten? Hmm, are you going to spank me?" Drummond asked in a rumbling tenor. A man needed to keep his voice commanding in a situation such as this. Didn't he? Hell, he didn't know. He flexed his wrists again.

  "Yes, amour," Gabriella called with a muffled sound, because she was rummaging through his clothing closet. "And, do you know, Drummond?" Her head popped out of the closet. "I feel syrupy all over just thinking about it. Is that how you feel when you contemplate spanking me?"

  I am doomed, Drummond thought as he dropped his nose, poof, onto the mattress, where he mumbled an incoherent response.

  "I thought so," Gabriella called happily from inside the clothing closet, where he could hear her rummaging around and where, devil take him, he knew of three ... count them, three riding quirts to be had! Drummond began to pray foolishly that she would pick the short brown one, because it looked much less threatening to him than the others. Didn't it?

  Then, Drummond started to think over the two times in the months before their marriage this afternoon, when he had playfully spanked his lady-light. However, it was that first time, the one in the very beginning that really worried him. He bounced his forehead off the mattress a couple of times, vowing never — never, to drink champagne again, even if it was with his beautiful and blushing bride...

  "Found it."

  Drummond's head jerked upward. Ah, Christ, it was the long black one! He watched Gabriella sauntering closer with a vexing hip swinging motion that was all woman. It did not help one bit that she was completely nude down to her shaven pussy with his glossy passion pearl bouncing off her luscious pink pussy lips. And damnation, Gabriella was fondling the black knobbed riding crop as if it were an impassioned cock! Drummond tensed more from his erectile cock beneath him, than from anything else. Christ, she was beautiful ... and he recited in his mind, she was his, all his!

  Gabriella wondered whether she really ought to complete the actual spanking of her husband's very tight and virile buttocks. He was so exciting tied there to the bed with the roped muscles of his back drawn upward by his arms stretched over his head and with his gaze trapping hers with predatory intent. A gaze that promised retribution once she released him. Gabriella sighed headily ... sensually as she toyed with the riding quirt, watching Drummond very slowly and very deliberately lick his full bottom lip, while he gazed at her completely shaved loins.

  "You are going to reap your revenge on me if I do this, amour, aren't you?"

  "Hmm," Drummond murmured. Then, he twisted his arms across each other, allowing him to roll over onto his back. "I was, kitten. However..."

  "However, what amour?" she purred, completely transfixed as the quirt fell heedless to the floor and her gaze filled with the sight of Drummond's engorged erection. His cock was massive with a ruddy pink coloring and strident veins swelled along its jutting length. The entire male column bucked in reaction to her climbing up on the bed.

  "I have resolved, madame, that I am yours to do with as you please. Just as you are mine to do the same," he replied as he intently watched her tongue dart outward to lick his nipple, then circle it slowly.

  Gabriella felt Drummond shiver beneath her tongue as she smiled and murmured against the tight pebble. "Very brave for a man tied by his wrists to my bed."

  "Our bed," Drummond puffed in a tenor rumble as Gabriella nipped his taut nipple between her teeth. Her hands spread outward over the hilly muscular slopes of his chest and he finally groaned in excited pleasure.

  "Our bed," she murmured in agreement, crawling over him with one leg on each side, to ride her bared loins against his lean rippling belly. The sprinkling of hair on his stomach feathered her sex erotically as she purred a moan, rising upward to brace her hands on the mountains of his breastplate. She could feel his cock's rigidness, poking along the crease of her behind.

  Drummond felt his eyes dilate in sexual hunger as he lifted his head. "Give me your nipple, Gabriella. Let me suckle you."

  "Oh, Drummond," Gabriella sighed throatily as she fell slightly forward with her hands supported on the mattress above his shoulders. Her back was arched, thrusting her exuberant pink and cream breasts at him. She undulated her sexy and dewy-hot pussy over his navel, while he took her fragile, yet stiff nipple between his lips with a longing groan of his own.

  "Amour-Amour," she cried in reaction to the toying pluck he repeated over the tight swollen peak.

  "More," he demanded, sucking the entire pink areola between his heated lips.

  "Ohh, my amour," Gabriella purred gustily, as she sinuously rode his belly, while he devoured her pillowed breasts back and forth, one by one, until she was crying passionate cants deep in her throat.

  He was hot. No, more correctly he was wild. The fact that he was tied was heating him in some unfathomable way and he stretched his wrists often to feel the bonds holding them as he made love to his wife's breasts. And when his lady-love pulled her breasts away from his mouth and began to kiss and sensuously lick his body, he quivered.

  Drummond was entirely defenseless against whatever Gabriella wished to do to him and it heightened his arousal. He was helpless against the moans of pleasure escaping him as Gabriella licked and nibbled hot love bites all around his belly, the top of his thighs, and even made him turn, more onto his side so she could munch great big kisses and bites all over his butt. He was bucking forward by the time she finished this and his body was shuddering in excitement, but still he managed to barely hold himself back from begging her to take his cock into her mouth.

  Drummond watched Gabriella's heavy-lidded gaze linger over his straining cock from where she knelt between his thighs as his gaze burned hers with sexual fever. Slowly ... so slowly she dipped her tongue forward lapping the head of his cock and making him groan feverishly as his head fell backward and he thrust his hips forward. The motion embedded his thick engorged cock deep into her mouth and he could feel himself pulsing against her tongue.

  Drummond shivered with the intense will to hold back his release as his precious wife had her way with his cock. She suckled the entire length, until he was arched like a bow and left panting in pure ecstasy. When she finally lifted her rosy swollen lips from the head, he was quaking.

  "Turn on your side, amour," Gabriella ordered huskily. And he did, a willing slave to anything she desired. "More," she commanded as she lay down beside him with her spine pressed along his chest and her bottom snuggling closer to his groin. "Don't move," she warned, and Drummond was held suspended as she bent her upper body in an L from his chest. He felt her creamy hot vagina sucking at the head of his cock as she pressed backward and took his shaft inside her to the hilt of his rigid swollen length.

  "Oh, amour," she squealed in happiness and intense frictional pleasure Drummond imagined, because he was holding back his o
wn incredible squeal. "Don't move, my amour," she warned again breathlessly.

  God, he wanted to. Drummond wanted to pump so badly that he was sweating with the effort to remain still to his lady-loves command. But heaven was his wife, because she began to undulate back and forth against him in a fantastical rhythm.

  "Oh, God, Gabriella!" Drummond belly-roared in blinding ecstasy.

  "Again!" Gabriella, his love, his wife — his lady compelled, commanded breathlessly.

  "Oh, God," Drummond groaned.

  "Carpe diem, amour!"

  The End.

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