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A Firm Hand ISBN #978-0-85715-150-6 ©Copyright Cheryl Dragon 2010 Cover Art by April Martinez ©Copyright May 2010 Edited by Michele Paulin Total-E-Bound Publishing This is a work of fiction. All characters, places and events are from the author’s imagination and should not be confused with fact. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, events or places is purely coincidental. All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced in any material form, whether by printing, photocopying, scanning or otherwise without the written permission of the publisher, Total-E-Bound Publishing. Applications should be addressed in the first instance, in writing, to Total-E-Bound Publishing. Unauthorised or restricted acts in relation to this publication may result in civil proceedings and/or criminal prosecution. The author and illustrator have asserted their respective rights under the Copyright Designs and Patents Acts 1988 (as amended) to be identified as the author of this book and illustrator of the artwork. Published in 2010 by Total-E-Bound Publishing, Think Tank, Ruston Way, Lincoln, LN6 7FL, United Kingdom.

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Chapter One

James Montford slowed his horse to a walk as he took in the view of Mariah Griffin trotting her prize black mare. The woman’s lush curves and fearless nature called to him. When she looked over her shoulder for him, she pulled up and turned to trot in his direction. “Are you tired, my lord?” Her breasts bounced as she brought her horse to a stop. The dress was in no way revealing, but James had an active imagination. “Not at all. Simply enjoying the view of your uncle’s estate.” He knew she’d never believe it, which was precisely why he’d said it. “If you’re bored, please do not continue on my account. Alice’s headache ruined your afternoon of riding with her. I simply needed to get some air, and on my uncle’s estate I can ride alone with no impropriety. You need not feel obligated.” She walked her horse around his, circling him like a vulture. “I enjoy riding as well, Miss Griffin. Your company only adds to the view.” James had no designs on Alice, Mariah’s cousin, but her parents wanted him for a son-in-law. With neighbouring estates, the socialisation was inevitable. Until Mariah’s arrival, part chaperone and all friend for Alice, James had not spent much time here. He and Mariah spoke rather openly to one another but stayed away from any topics of significance. That suited him well. He was in no haste to marry. The institution made most people he knew miserable. Mariah didn’t pressure him about Alice or any other attachment. “View?” She looked down with a grin. “My mare is not for sale, my lord.” He chuckled. She rebuffed his compliment and yet a touch of pink glowed in her cheeks. “I’m not shopping for horses. I have a well-stocked stable.” “So I hear. My aunt wanted me to invite you to dinner. Hopefully, Alice’s headache has passed.” Mariah’s face turned serious as she nodded to the sky. “Rain is coming. We should go back.” “Eager to escape me?” He glanced up and saw her assessment was accurate. Annoyance boiled in his veins. Nature plotted to keep him from some relaxing time alone with Mariah. His desire for her fought his need to remain unattached.

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Mariah made him feel things no other woman had. But she was a lady, the daughter of a rich man. Innocent and honourable in all things. Yet they had a connection. He was an earl, worthy of her, but if she knew his true nature, he suspected she’d run. He knew she had three brothers. Perhaps if he treated her like a little sister, the lust would pass. “Shall we race?” he asked. She nodded. Few men would suggest such a thing to a grown woman, but they’d begun a habit of teasing one another already. He wanted to watch her best him. It’d provide interesting dinner conversation. “One, two, three.” He took off, and she didn’t sprint past him. Her lighter body and sleeker horse should’ve overtaken him at the average pace he’d set his mount. James wondered if she was now taking in the view? He felt lightheaded for a moment as his stomach ached in confusion and desire. To possess her was a dream, but dreams were false and easy. Reality hurt people, and he had no wish to upset anyone. He’d created a quiet life he could tolerate. He pulled up at the stable and entered. Dismounting, he looked about for the stable boy and heard rustling in the hay. Defiling a chamber maid was no excuse for neglecting duty. James rounded the stall to chastise the couple. He stopped in his tracks and wanted to use his riding crop in a multitude of ways. Alice’s headache had apparently been cured by the affections of the vicar. “Edmund?” James levelled a challenging glance at the man. The vicar stepped in front of the dishevelled young woman. “Forgive me, my lord.” “Your lordship.” Alice tried to cover herself. “You’ve won, my lord. The rain is starting. Where is everyone?” Mariah followed James’ path, and her jaw dropped as she took in the scene. James helped her off her horse, relishing the feel of her firm body beneath his hands. She barely gave him a nod as she glared at her cousin. The play of the race and the weather no longer proved of interest to either of them. “Alice!” Mariah grabbed her cousin and pulled her away from Edmund’s arms. “What are you doing?”

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James took some comfort in the fact that Mariah had not lied to him. She displayed shock at Alice’s behaviour. Yet when the woman should have turned and averted her eyes, she pushed into the centre of the mess. “I’ll handle this, Miss Griffin.” “You’ll do nothing of the kind. This is a family matter, my family.” Mariah barely glanced at him. “Alice, what are you doing here with a man? What are you thinking?” Alice cried silently, shaking her head. “I’m sorry. I couldn’t help it. I want to marry for love not fortune. Mother is so ridiculous about it all.” “Miss Griffin, stand aside so I may deal with the vicar properly.” James grabbed her arm and felt a spark. That same spark he felt every time she was near. Ignoring it grew harder every day. “Please, no duelling. Such male nonsense is beneath you, my lord.” Mariah turned her back to him. “You made no offer to Alice, Lord Montford. Edmund will simply make a proper offer, and they’ll be married. Your honour is quite intact.” Mariah looked at James, and he felt an odd relief course between them. “My cousin has chosen another. Surely, your ego can bear it.” “My parents will never approve Edmund with Lord Montford having shown an interest. You know Father. He wants security for me, and a title in the family. He feels it’ll make up for not having a son.” Alice looked to the ground. “They won’t force you to marry the earl. His lordship is far too stern for you. Your father dotes on you, Alice. If you cry and carry on enough, he won’t make you marry a man you don’t love. Please stop making this more difficult.” Mariah rubbed her temples and James wanted to take away her burden. “Mother wants a good match to show off. She won’t give in and let me marry Edmund. She’ll insist my feelings will change and not let up so long as the earl is unattached. You don’t know the pressure of being an only child.” Alice brushed her tears back, but more took their place. Edmund cleared his throat. “I beg your pardon, your lordship. I have been weak, but all my reflection leads me straight back to Miss Alice. Miss Griffin, I would be only too happy to make an offer to your cousin. I promise you I would have done so and spoken to her father

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months ago, but the more time the Earl spends with you ladies, the harder it becomes for Alice and me.” “Months?” James and Mariah asked in unison. Alice buried her face in her hands. “I’m so sorry, Mariah. I used you as a chaperone and a distraction to keep the earl busy. But I do love you like a sister. Help me. Please. I tried and tried to find a way, but mother and father simply won’t show Edmund a scrap of attention or approval as anything but a vicar. I don’t know what to do. You’re so clever.” “Oh bother, they’re right.” Mariah turned to James. “The only way she can marry the vicar is if you marry someone else.” “I beg your pardon?” James asked. “If they believe she is heartbroken or jilted and Edmund is the only man who can soothe her, they’ll give in. But if you’re still available for their daughter to marry, they won’t.” Mariah’s concern was selfless, but James felt his honour would be fulfilled by letting the girl cry off and marry another. A duel was not necessary; Mariah was correct there. Now he must marry to keep the peace? Certainly, there was another solution. “What do you suggest, Miss Griffin? I marry you to set your cousin free?” He smirked, though the idea of having Mariah in his bed tempted him deeply. The shock that should be there from such a suggestion out of a lady simply didn’t exist. Nothing about marriage to Mariah seemed wrong. He saw a twinkle in her eye and felt a shiver. Then the heat grew between them. Images of her in his bed, naked and wild, were nothing new, but he’d never taken them seriously. “Alice, go inside and keep up the headache fib. Don’t come down to dinner. Edmund, go back to your vicarage and return tomorrow to make an offer for Alice. I’ll work out the rest with his lordship. Don’t say a word to anyone, and for heaven’s sake, don’t sneak around anymore until you’re engaged.” Mariah smiled up at James. Her pouty lips and green eyes sent a stab of desire through him. Blonde curls framed her lovely oval face. Her lush curves had tempted him as he watched her ride, walk and even play piano. “Go Edmund. I’ll deal with you later. Good night, Miss Alice.” He bowed to her though his respect for her had diminished severely.

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Alice left, clearly trusting her cousin to fix the mess she’d created. Edmund went a little more slowly. Did he fear a duel challenge later? The vicar had little courage, and James took no pleasure in the thought of killing him. When the vicar was gone, James strode up and towered over the petite Mariah. “Do you plan to convince me to marry you in the same manner Alice did Edmund? My will is stronger.” She smiled widely. “Certainly not. I would never conduct myself in such a fashion. My cousin is a romantic and occasionally a fool. However, she is not fit for you. You’re far too harsh and demanding a personality. I knew it the moment I met you. But her mother is quite determined. An alternative had to appear before plans could be altered.” “If this is an attempt to win my affections, your cousin has superior skills.” “I’m sure that’s what men want. Someone to fawn over them and be intimidated. I grew up with three brothers, one father, and many a governess. Men are wild creatures who do as they please but do not frighten me. My aunt’s kindness to me, giving me the opportunity of a young lady and to spend time with Alice like a sister, is one I will never forget. I’d be thoroughly wild and spoilt if not for her. If my cousin wants a love match, better it be properly done than my aunt and uncle finding her like that. With the vicar! How shameful?” Mariah rubbed her forehead. “I understand your motivations and admire your intentions. I’m sure you’ll manage it without me.” James had no interest in this mess and did his best to dismiss his attraction to her. “No, please. You getting married is the only way to dissuade my aunt and uncle from having you for a son-in-law. We can make it work. You liked the view so far.” He had no doubt it would work, but if she knew the plans he had for her if she were his, she’d run crying like Alice. “Don’t sacrifice yourself for your cousin.” “Good advice, but it’s too late. Actually, it’s a rescue for me as well. My aunt wanted me to marry the vicar. He’s a sweet man. My dowry is not modest. I’d have had a good home and security. Plus I’d be near to my cousin. However, I have no interest in him. Our temperaments are too contrary, and his affections were already engaged elsewhere. My aunt’s plan has to be altered which is a great relief to me.”

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“You’d terrify a spineless man like Edmund,” James scoffed. “You need a strong husband to keep you in line.” “An indulgent husband is better than an abusive one in general. Edmund is better for Alice. I can handle rogues with tempers. And I have one quality you’re looking for.” She took a step closer to him. He inhaled her sweet scent, so innocent yet he wanted to do such carnal things to her. “What’s that?” “You’ll know I didn’t marry you for your money or your title. My father has an even more substantial income and larger estate. I have brothers to inherit so I’m in no danger of ever being poor. I don’t need to marry money. But I need to help my cousin. I want to help her like a sister. I’m no use to any of my brothers. You and I have put up with each other tolerably well. I keep up with you on a horse. Enjoy your teasing. Am I so unattractive?” She smiled up at him. James’ hand slid along her bare neck and pulled her closer. “I think you need a dose of what to expect as my wife before I make an offer. It’s only fair to let you enjoy the view as well.” He crushed his mouth to hers and let his other hand pinch her rear. The soft gasp in Mariah’s throat as she held onto him told James everything he needed to know about his future bride.

**** Mariah felt the familiar tug of desire when James was near. Her breath went ragged and her bodice seemed too tight. Now, she was crushed to him, and her skin tingled from head to toe. The light spring dress she wore prevented her from truly feeling him. His hard form towered over her, and she pressed closer. Never in all her life had she imagined herself behaving like this. Until James, she’d always been extraordinarily proper in public because of her mother’s death. Her aunt told her very young that she needed to be better, not to let people think that the men in her family had given her bad habits. Yet here she stood, holding onto a man without a ring on her finger, and she didn’t want to let go. He had a smell of leather and sandalwood. The added relief that he didn’t care about her dowry any more than she did about his title made her certain this was right.

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Their mutual affection and desires sealed the deal in her mind. Testing the muscle of his arms, she shivered and curled her fingers tighter into the fabric of his coat. “I promise you, I will not cry off before the wedding. You can’t frighten me.” His smile warmed her, but his grip tightened. “Don’t challenge me. You need discipline. It will take a day or two to get the necessary letters from your father and the special license arranged. You will not slip from me if this is a trick.” Did he really believe she’d play games with their reputations for Alice’s sake? “Never. We fit well, I think.” Then it occurred to her that he might want her to cry off. “Unless you wish to be rid of me. I wouldn’t blame you. I’m not the quiet and passive bride Alice would’ve been. None of my governesses ever lasted long.” “You ran them off? Were you wild and unruly without a mother?” She blushed and looked down. “Not exactly. My brothers were older. They normally pursued my nurses and governesses, and my father turned the women out once they were with child. They never seemed to last a year. Even the plain ones. I was indulged but not allowed to run wild. But the rules changed with each new governess.” “Unacceptable.” He dug his hand into her hair and tilted her head back forcefully. Mariah inhaled sharply. “I know. My aunt saved me as soon as I was of age.” Her father refused to hear of her leaving home before then. She looked like her mother, and he feared Mariah would die young as well. She was raised and overprotected in a world of men, but she didn’t want that world. “I want the quiet structure of the life of a lady. I’ll be a good wife, if you want me.” “You would be the most powerful woman in the neighbourhood as my wife. Set an example. While I enjoy your strength of character, you may not like the restrictions. In my bed you will especially obey me.” His breath rasped over her face. The press against her hip signalled the effect she had on him. “In matters of the bedchamber, I have no experience, my lord. I need your instruction.” The man clearly had gone mad, shocked about Alice and Edmund, ready to duel yet now he took more liberties than a properly engaged couple dared. Still, she liked it. “Perhaps you need a taste of what to expect before you consent to be my wife.” He tugged the bodice of her gown down until her breast was nearly exposed.

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“I am not a fragile female. I will not run or break. You’ve never frightened me with your moods or dominant air. Alice feared you, but I rather enjoy your strength.” The moisture between her legs increased. It’d happened at night when she’d dreamt of James like this or less fully clothed, but now it was real. “We have barely begun. I will not ruin you, in case you cry off. But once you’re my bride, you’re mine forever.” He stared into her eyes, daring her to run. Lifting onto her tiptoes, Mariah kissed his mouth hungrily, letting her tongue run along his lower lip. “Forever,” she repeated. He pushed her against the wooden slates of the horse stall, and she braced herself. He possessed no gentle or timid qualities, like Edmund. The spineless approach had never impressed her. James’ forceful style aroused her. She had no idea why, but she wanted more. James’ large hands reached inside her bodice and lifted both her breasts out of the silky fabric and exposed them to the cool night air. “You trust me not to take your virtue?” He stepped in close to her. Licking her lips, she looked up at him. “I trust you. My virtue is yours on our wedding night.” She knew he’d never ruin her until she was his to take. The man had honour and power, and she wanted to taste both. Her aunt and uncle wanted him for Alice. Mariah never dared believe she’d have him for herself…but she’d instantly wanted him. Still Alice had needed protection and a good marriage, so Mariah had fought her desires. James leant down and sucked her breast as his strong hand squeezed the other. Arching, Mariah loved the feel of his tongue. Her skin awakened under his touch. Then his teeth captured one nipple as his fingers pinched the other. The pressure increased, and she gasped, growing wetter between her legs while her body struggled to respond. She’d walked in on her brothers enough in the barn or in the garden to know the basics. James showed no intent to rush. Mariah wanted more. A little pain stabbed in her breast and she pressed to add to it. She always rode her horses hard when alone. Perhaps she was odd, but in James’ arms, she felt natural. All her life, Mariah had felt out of place in a man’s world, and now all she wanted was to be a fixture in James’ world. Suddenly, he shifted, switching to suck her other breast and pinch the one he’d made wet. The loss of his touch made her moan, and his touch returning was like heaven. “More, please.” She kissed his hair.

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His head lifted, and he looked at her sternly. Had she said something wrong? “I’m sorry, my lord. It feels so good. Please do whatever you want.” She had no idea what he wanted, but she wanted it, too. Grabbing her hair, he pulled her closer and kissed her roughly, biting her lips and filling her mouth with his tongue. She wrapped her arms around his neck and held on as her hips rocked for contact with any part of his body. “Do not offer what you do not understand.” He tugged up on her skirt until he had the hem. His warm hand brushed her hip, and Mariah buried her face in his shoulder. Would he be upset at her state? She wanted more of his touch no matter what reaction it earned from him. James’ fingers slid between her legs and teased deeper. She went limp with the intense sensation he caused, but he held her. Mariah let the strength of him fill her. Those thick fingers teasing her folds and coaxing her legs apart. One finger pushed back against her maidenhead, and he tested it. The slight pain made her lift her head. “Don’t stop.” He chuckled. “You ride too hard. You’ve nearly worn your innocence away. You’re not delicate lady.” “I swear I’m untouched.” Her face burned with the fear that he’d toss her aside. “I know. You’re mine. It will hurt a little, but you seem to enjoy the rough rides of nature.” He pinched her outer fold and she arched. The throbbing shot to her limbs, and Mariah moaned. “So many brothers left me a high tolerance for pain. I wanted to do what they did, and no one stopped me from trying in the privacy of my father’s estate. You don’t need to be gentle.” “That is the purpose of this test. I will be rough. I will demand obedience and test your fear when faced with the unknown. It’s what I like in bed. You will enjoy it, I believe. Your nature called to me, headstrong and intelligent in public…you’ll beg for me in private. I’ll indulge you by day and punish you at night.” “Punish?” she asked. “How?” “However I choose.” His hand came down on her rear sharply.

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Mariah rocked and let the sting ripple through her body. All her life, she’d never once been punished. Her governesses gave in, and her father couldn’t be hard on his only daughter. “I won’t be abused.” Yet her body ached for the next smack. “You will never be abused. You will get what you need. What you want. And you will enjoy it.” His fingers massaged her slick folds until she groaned. Thrusting, her hips for more, Mariah wondered at such delicious sensations. Yet she craved the slight pain of his rough touch. “Please, my lord.” “Please what?” He rubbed the nub between her legs, and her body shook. “I need the pain as well.” “I’m no abuser?” She shook her head. “I trust you. Teach me what I need to please you and to enjoy our marriage bed.” “You must be certain. Bed, stable or garden. You’re mine when and where I say. Never defy me. Never deny me. Never turn me out. Or you’ll suffer the consequences.” His hand came down on her tender skin in the same spot. “Never.” Why would she ever do that? The pleasure sparked between her legs as his finger flicked her nub and sent her over. “James!” Her hips rocked, and her mouth rubbed against his shoulder as her eyes squeezed shut. The pulsing of pleasure filled her, and she knew she’d picked the right husband. Catching her breath, she looked up at James. He stared at her with a fixed expression. “Thank you, my lord. If you want me, I’d have you write express to my father.” She made no move to cover herself. “You’re mine.” He tugged her bodice up to hide her breasts and lifted her to sit on the wall. Holding onto the wood for balance, she didn’t dare ask what he wanted now. She wanted to be with James and knew she’d never find life dull. “Always yours.” Spreading her legs, he licked the natural wetness from her thighs. He moved in closer and sucked on her folds as his darting tongue teased her more. Mariah held tight to keep her balance as he pressed his tongue inside of her, testing her and claiming her. “James.” She lost her grip and fell back.

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His quick hands grabbed her and pulled her forward. Helping her to the ground, he did not pull her up but left her kneeling. Still he’d saved her neck. “Thank you.” She looked up and saw the firm shaft outlined in his breeches. Unable to resist, her fingers settled on the hard member. It pulsed under her touch, and she couldn’t hide her smile. The power to make him want her as much as she wanted him coursed through her. A title would be nothing to the superior sensation of tempting this earl. She had to be a countess before she could have all of him. He grabbed her hand and pulled it away. “My cock is not your toy. You will do as I say, not take as you desire.” Mariah looked into his eyes. “I only want to please you. Why do you deny your own needs?” She stood slowly and kissed his mouth. “You’re not mine yet.” His hand ran over her rear now covered by her dress. “Soon.” “I’m yours now. My father will not object to a man of your wealth and power whom my uncle respects. Let me learn the way you pleased me.” Her hand slid beneath his breeches and curled around his hot flesh. She knew where that was meant to fill her. “So big.” James’ hips rocked as he thrust up into her palm. “You’re a naughty, demanding and wilful woman.” His hand landed on her rear again. Words could not distract her. She worked him faster, learning what he liked and how to caress him. If she were bolder, she’d pull his clothes away and lick him the way he’d done her. But first she needed to know her touch pleased him. “I’ll be as naughty as you desire, my lord. You seem to enjoy it.” Grabbing her and pulling her up, James ground their bodies together as he jerked. Mariah felt the drops on her hand and rubbed the tip of his cock before pulling out her hand. She tasted his wetness and wanted more. “Did I please you?” “I should take a leather strap to you.” He pushed her back. Smiling, she imagined how that would feel on her bare skin. “Whatever you like, my lord.” Showing no fear, she stood before him ready for his next move. Mariah had always known there was more to life than prim and proper ladylike behaviour. Men always seemed to have more fun. Dancing, sewing, and playing piano was nothing to what James could do to entertain her.

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Shaking his head, James checked his clothing and hers. “Back inside. I need to write those letters, and you must see to your cousin.” She bobbed a curtsy and headed for the house. Longing to stay with him, she knew he was right. To be his wife, she had to endure a few more days without him. It hurt worse than his teasing touch. She needed to be near him and explore him fully. Still, her intended had shown her the delights she’d enjoy as his wife. Why Mariah wanted it, she wasn’t sure. But she’d known he was the man for her since they’d met. Her cousin falling for the silly vicar was fortunate, but Mariah belonged with James. Somehow, it had worked out.

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Chapter Two

Sitting at his desk tucked in the library where he felt most at ease, James sorted through the dull duties of life. The dark wood of the bookcases and the smell of the leather bindings relaxed him. While James was growing up, his grandfather had never come in this room. It became James’ sanctuary. Gazing out at the rolling green grounds as birds bobbed for morning sustenance, he couldn’t imagine his life any other way. It’d been written for him. James’ life had been spent mostly alone, away at schools where his family never visited him. People feared and respected him for his title and his money, but his father’s early death left him overprotected in some ways, while neglected in others. His grandfather had sent him to a strict boarding school so he would be tough. As his grandfather’s last direct heir, he had to live. Nothing more was required of him but to produce an heir to continue the line. According to society, that was his duty. It was also a dreaded endeavour. Mariah tempted him. The lovely children she’d provide were what he wanted. Yet expectations that would fall on his first son would be cruel. James had borne it alone, the product of duty. He loathed doing that to any child. As he stared at the letter from Mariah’s father giving consent and a generous dowry, James knew there was no turning back. He’d lusted after her since the day he’d met her. The woman was frank in her speech and strong in her opinions. Something signalled to him that she could handle his rougher desires. The way she rode a horse and walked every day for her health told him she had the endurance. Still she was innocent and a lady. To do the things he wanted was not the mark of a lady. Yet in the barn, she’d asked for more. Mariah didn’t fear him or a little pain. He needed to see her again to be sure it was right. Glancing at his engraved pocket watch, James knew she’d be walking her uncle’s garden this time of the morning. With her cousin now married and at the vicar’s home, Mariah would be alone. Striding quickly out into the gardens, he kept an eye out for his wild bride. He spotted her in an amber-coloured dress that highlighted her eyes and pale skin. How had he resisted

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her for so long? She ran for a bit and caught her breath when she believed no one was looking. James snuck up on her from behind. “You enjoy exercise?” he asked. She turned with a gasp then smiled brightly. “I do. How are you this morning, my lord?” Mariah curtsied. James bowed, almost forgetting his manners with her proximity. But they were more intimate than that now. Grabbing her hand, he kissed and held it. “My Mariah.” In return, she squeezed his hand. “Father has replied?” He nodded. “Name the day, and we’ll be wed.” “Tomorrow?” she suggested. Her eagerness aroused him. “Give me three days to get the license and make arrangements. Your aunt has come around?” “She still barely speaks to me, but it’s too late now. Alice is married and happy. I doubt my cousin could handle your intense affections.” She smiled up at him. “Most women would faint at the notion. You are rare indeed.” He walked them to an area well shielded by shrubs on one side and a stone wall on the other. “Perhaps you have changed your mind?” “Certainly not. Do you think my resolve so weak I would go back on my word? I remember every detail of our time in the barn. Do you wish to call it off?” She pressed herself to him in the private area of the garden, offering him her mouth and body in one simple gesture. Her eyes held no fear he could discern. “I want to be sure you won’t regret it. Until you take the vows, you can cry off. I’ll not hold it against you, or ever expose you and your wanton nature.” He grabbed her shoulders and tried to put distance between them. Mariah’s strength was nothing to his, but he fought himself. His desire to have her warred with his honour to respect her until she belonged to him. Mariah took a half step back. “Would you have preferred Alice? Someone so delicate, she would fear you…quiver at your harsh tone.” Laughing, James pinned her to the stone wall and kissed her hard, letting his tongue explore her soft mouth. The sweet noises she made were encouraging as her fingers clung to his upper arms and worked higher. Her firm high breasts crushed to his chest as she held

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tight to him. No, a delicate and nervous woman was not for him. James knew she was the only one, but he couldn’t do all he wanted. Not yet. He pulled back, looking at his flushed bride-to-be who now pouted for more. Indeed, she trembled for him. “Do you think of me at night?” he asked. She nodded. “You haunt my dreams. Don’t make me wait.” He pinched her nipple through the muslin, and she yelped. “You’ll wait until I say. You want to please me?” James asked. “Of course, my lord.” Mariah shuddered and pressed into his fingers that still held her flesh. “Then you will enjoy the waiting, the obedience and the punishment. You like a little pain?” He released one nipple and pinched the other. “Yes!” she gasped. “Then you will learn obedience and patience and enjoy it. Don’t worry, there will be much pleasure.” He wanted to watch her come. Her pleasure fuelled his own. Her begging would do it more. “Thank you, my lord. Just tell me what you want.” Her hand reached for his cock. She learnt fast, and he admired her for it. James released her nipple and grabbed her hands, pinning them both behind her back. He slapped her rear harder than he intended, but her boldness spurred him on as well. Mariah moaned and bit her lip. “Sorry. You enjoyed it before.” James pressed his lips to her delicate ear. “You will keep your actions private. I take liberties where I may, but you must be a lady outside the bedchamber, always. Someone could approach us out here. Understand?” She nodded. “I’m sorry. I want…so much. I want to please you. Soon we may be alone and together in private.” “You will. Your eagerness pleases me, but you must be mindful of where you are. A man may push the rules, but you must always be a proper lady.” He nipped her earlobe and she arched in his arms. “I’ll be good, I promise. Go riding with me?” she asked hopefully.

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James moved his mouth down her neck, nipping to feel her shake. “I have other things to do if you wish to be married quickly. You must wait.” He pinched her rear and listened to her breath catch. “I will.” “Buy yourself a lovely new dress. Show only the finest in public as my intended. Expensive things should adorn you. Once you’re in my bed, you’ll wear very little for days.” He ran his hand between her buttocks and felt her shiver. “I’ll be the most elegant countess in England.” She nodded. “Your father was most generous in the dowry. I think a new riding outfit should be first on your list since you are so fond of that activity.” James eased her back against the wall. “I’ll pick out a new mare for you.” “Thank you, my lord. I do not need expensive gifts.” She breathed hard enough for her breasts to rise and fall, tempting him. Did she do it on purpose? Mariah did not strike him as coy, simply beautiful and out of breath when they were close. His hand slid up her body to cup her breasts through her dress. “Your last chance to run. Do you want to marry me?” “Yes. Do you want me to cry off?” Her face scrunched in confusion. He shook his head. “Good day, my dear. Begin contemplating how lavish of an affair you want to throw once we’re married. We must introduce you to the neighbourhood properly.” James pressed his lips between the swell of her breasts and released her quickly. Turning, he knew if he stayed he’d defile her right there. So willing and eager, she was designed for him. She’d be his very soon. He had arrangements to make.

**** Three days later, Mariah stood in her new bedchamber a married woman. The carved furniture was elaborate and the silk sheets the finest she’d ever seen. Her breathtaking view showed off just how extensive James’ grounds were. Her new wardrobe had been put away with care by her new maids.

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As mistress of her own home she’d had decisions to make. She’d gotten a full tour of the huge manor earlier. Every inch of the estate enchanted her and had done so, even when she lived next door as her aunt’s guest. Now, she called it home. It amazed her how easily a life change occurred. A few words before her cousin-in-law, Edmund, and she went from a daughter to a countess with all the sudden respect and deference that accompanied the position. As she stood there, dressed in a white nightgown, she wondered at her husband. So passionate and yet guarded somehow. Perhaps in time he’d open up. But their natures fit well, and tonight, he’d claim her fully. That thought alone demanded her full attention. Her pulse raced and seemed to beat hardest between her legs. A soft knock on the door made her heart beat faster and the soft folds between her legs warm in anticipation. “Come in.” James entered shirtless dressed in only his breeches. He closed the door behind him and locked it. “You are very brave, wife.” She smiled despite herself. “Eager more than brave, I think.” Mariah studied his muscled form. For all the illicit goings on, she’d never seen him bare. Reaching for his belt, she couldn‘t help herself. “May I help you?” “Wanton. You remember what I said about patience?” He caught her wrist. Mariah nodded. “We’re married now. What would please you?” “Remove your gown. I want you naked before me.” He sat in a chair next to the bed and watched her. Never in her life had Mariah been on display for the pleasure of a man. Her encounters with James had been tightly in his grasp. But now, he had every right to look at her, and she had no reason to hide. Exhaling, she pulled off the gown. She’d foregone any other items of clothing as pointless on her wedding night. “Take down your hair,” he ordered. She smiled, not sure why he seemed so controlled even still. The pins gave easily and the curls fell around her shoulders and down to tease her hard nipples. “Do I please you?” James stood and walked around her as though inspecting a horse he intended to buy. She trembled under the scrutiny, tightening her body and straightening her posture for his approval. If he liked what he saw maybe he’d touch her and put an end to the ache between

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her legs, flowing to her breasts and deep in her chest. Her eyes began to well as she forced herself to hold still. There was very little in life she’d been denied or had denied herself. “Very good.” He pulled his belt from his breeches and set it on the bed. As he let the clothing fall and stepped free of it, Mariah stared at his naked body. Strong legs, a dark nest of hair between his legs and the shaft she’d toyed with jutting out at her. The veins pulsed, and it grew. She knew it was for her. Their lust was mutual and now there was no shame in it. Mariah felt weak and warm at the beauty of him, wanting more and not sure what she should do just then. “You will obey me?” he asked. She nodded. “Instruct me, husband. I know only what you’ve shown me so far.” “You should be punished for being so lustful before marriage.” He reached for the belt. “Not touching me would be the worst punishment.” Her eyes fixed on the leather. Mariah wondered what he’d do. Most men wanted an heir off a new bride. James was different. Not only his tastes but his trying to warn her off marrying him. “Good answer. You’ll beg to be punished when you’re ready. For now, I must finish what I started.” He dropped the belt and reached for the ribbon from her wedding gown. “Lie on the bed and put your hands over your head.” Mariah trembled but moved quickly, stretching out on the bed and letting her hands curl around the carved slates of the headboard. “Like this?” “Excellent.” James caught her wrists, winding the ribbon around them and knotting it tight. He stepped back and looked down at her. Mariah licked her lips and looked up at him. Tied, she somehow felt alive, and just him watching her added to her arousal. “I won’t run. I want you. I want to please you.” James leant down and kissed her hard. “And I want this. I will not hurt you. Never more than you can take.” “I know.” Her eyes glanced at the belt. “Please James.” He eased down, letting his weight press to her body from chest to legs. Mariah went to hold him, forgetting for a second that he’d tied her. He’d found a way to punish her without pain to start. The man’s mind was delicious, and she wanted to know him better. Her body took in the rough feel of him. His hairy chest scratched her breasts, and his cock rubbed her

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stomach while his legs tangled with hers. All the while her hands remained tightly bound, her palms itching to touch him. Powerful hands worked down her bare body to the tender skin between her legs. “You’re wet for me already?” He worked his finger to her entrance. Mariah lifted, trying to coax him inside. “Very much. Please take me.” “Such a vulgar bride I have. Begging to be fucked. You know the first time will hurt a little. You’re tight despite your riding and walking.” “And you’re big, but we’ll manage.” She spread her legs and lifted her hips as much as she could. “We’ll just see.” He pressed a finger deeper. Mariah moaned, shaking as he touched new nerve-endings inside her. He made her burn for more. “Please,” she begged. “Please, more?” he asked. She nodded. “Say it.” He drew back his finger. “Please, my lord. More. I need more of you.” She twisted and rocked her hips as though it could change his mind. “Good.” He pressed two fingers in her. Her body gave to him, and Mariah arched, thrusting herself onto his fingers. “You don’t thank me?” He curled his fingers up and twisted. “Thank you!” she shouted. “More, please.” “Not done yet? You’ll come for me on only fingers. Shameless. Then I’ll have you.” His words made little sense, but she wanted it. “Tell me what to do.” “You’re doing it. Relax. There is no rush now.” He removed his fingers. Mariah moaned in desperation. “I’m sorry. Please, what did I do wrong?” He chuckled. “Don’t you like this?” He rubbed her nub with a strong thumb. Jerking, Mariah screamed his name as pleasure shot through her body like lightning. Her nub pulsed but before she could focus on that spot again, two thick fingers entered her again and pumped in and out.

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If this was the pleasure that fingers could bring a woman, Mariah no longer blamed her governesses for their bad behaviour. Mariah could never have said no to James if he’d shown her this at any point. “You like it. Hold on to the bed. Now you see why I tied you up? Such a wild wife would be jumping on me to fulfil your lustful nature. Now, I may tame you and reward you as I like.” He fucked her, slowing the pace. Her eyes met his then she looked down her body as she adjusted to his fingers inside of her. James knew exactly what she needed and yet denied her what she wanted most. Glancing to the large member between his legs, it pulsed for her. How could he resist so? Did he not want her as much as she wanted him? “What troubles you?” He entered a third finger. Gasping, Mariah shook her head. “Nothing, my lord. I want to pleasure you as well. It’s my duty to satisfy my husband on our wedding night.” “Every night.” He spread his fingers deep in her. She nodded. “Every night. Please, allow me.” “You must first learn how and be properly taken. Do not rush, my dear. You have the rest of your life to please me.” James curled his fingers and pulled them free. She bit her lower lip to muffle her cry of loss. “I will be patient.” “Good. You’re mine forever.” He leant up, kissing her mouth, dropping a kiss on each nipple. Then he kissed her nub nestled behind the curls. Arching for him, she opened her legs. “Do I please you thus far?” “Very well. But do not waste your energy now. This is not a race.” He kissed the instep of her foot and dragged his tongue up her calf and behind her knee. Mariah trembled and fought the urge to close her legs as his tongue skimmed along her inner thigh. He bit her flesh teasingly, and she moaned despite her promise for patience. “You liked how it felt before?” he asked. When he brought pleasure to her body she never dreamed of? “Yes!” “Good. You will feel that. And a little pressure.” He pinched her outer fold until she cringed. The pain mixed with the pleasure lingered. When he let go, she exhaled and trembled. Afraid to ask for more, afraid of what more might be.

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He spread her legs and outer folds with his hands, holding her open. “Look. Look at your sex. Do you understand what pleasure you have here?” Looking where he commanded, she saw the pink inner folds she’d only touched before. Such things so shameful yesterday were as natural as breathing with James. “I want to give you pleasure as well. To know the male sex on you.” James grinned down at her. “Bold and lustful. I can play here.” He rubbed the nub at the top of her slit. “I could make you my slave with this alone.” Her eyes rolled back in her head as he pinched and flicked the bit of flesh. “Yes, I see.” “But that will not make you mine.” His thumb dipped back to her entrance. “You want this?” “Yes, please. I want you. I want to lick you the way you did to me, and touch you and kiss you.” Her eyes fixated on his cock. Mariah wondered what it would feel like between her lips. “You will know it all in time. Tonight, you will feel it. You’ll be mine forever.” He rubbed his cock between her legs. His tip teased her nub, and she lifted. “James, show me how to please you.” “All you need to do is accept me and enjoy.” He braced himself on his hands, caging her with his body. Mariah watched, taking in the feel of him and the beauty of his muscles. He lined up his shaft and pressed to her entrance, rubbing gently. She scooted to get more, but her hands held her back. “I’m ready,” she whispered. “Watch me take you.” He pressed his forehead to hers. Mariah couldn’t have taken her eyes away if she’d wanted. She could not see the detail, but as his cock disappeared and her body stretched for him, she knew it was no longer a dream but a reality. She relaxed as much as she could, but his thick cock made his fingers feel small in comparison. And he was long. She felt filled in a way no dark dream had ever hinted. Slowly, he continued, not done taking her. Finally, he paused. She felt the heat of his hips between her thighs, and Mariah wrapped her legs around his waist to hold him close. “An ideal fit.” She strained up to kiss him. “Pain?” he asked.

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She shook her head. “It’s new. But I could not call it pain.” Lifting gingerly, she felt a slight twinge, but it sparked pleasure as well. He exhaled slowly, kissing her in return as he let his weight rest on her fully. Digging his hands into her hair, he eased back a little. Mariah almost cried at the loss but remembered what he’d done with his fingers. Trusting that he’d return, she lifted, squeezing him inside of her. She moaned at her own boldness and how exquisite it felt. “You’re tight. I don’t want to be too rough, not the first time,” he warned in her ear. She wondered how rough he’d be tomorrow night until he pushed deep into her again. Then all thought was lost as her body clung to him. Mariah’s breasts rubbed against his rough chest hair and gave her a new angle to feel his cock. “Do I please you?” Grinning, James pinched a nipple between them and let his hand roam lower. “You will come first.” “Please, I want to feel your happiness.” He thrust in again. “My release you’ll see soon enough. For now, enjoy yours.” James rubbed her nub, and Mariah cried out. Her hips flexed naturally on his shaft as the pleasure plundered her body, inside and out. His cock pressed to her just right, and it left her exhausted but eager for more. Panting, she tightened her muscles around him, enjoying the fullness and not wanting him to leave her ever. “You’re no maid now.” James eased from her. “Thank you, my lord. But you. Your needs.” She struggled at the restraints, afraid he’d leave her like this. “You must learn to trust me.” He rolled her hip and smacked her bottom. “Be still.” The sharp sting made her want to disobey even more, but she knew it was not over. “Forgive me.” He knelt over her breasts, rubbing his cock, wet with her juices, over her breasts. Impulsively, Mariah stuck out her tongue, longing to taste him. “Naturally made to please. But watch and learn first.” He wrapped his hand around his shaft and jerked, enclosing himself the way her body did. James pressed the tip to the top of

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her breast and grunted low. The spurt of liquid landed on her, and he braced his other hand on the headboard. “Clean yourself up,” he ordered. Her hands tied, Mariah had only one option. Her eager tongue lapped up his offering, and the flavour made her insides tighten. She wanted him to come inside of her. Perhaps, he didn’t trust himself yet. She was new at this. “More?” she asked. Reaching for her hands, James untied her and curled her to him. “You’ve have enough for one night. Anymore and you’ll get the belt to your rear.” She trembled, not sure if she wanted to risk it or not. As the warmth of her husband surrounded her, she felt sleep take over. As much as she wanted, she didn’t realise how much energy was taken up being tied to a bed. Maybe next time, he’d let her run wild.

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Chapter Three

James reviewed his correspondence and sat back in his chair. The smell of books and leather soothed him. The large bookcases made him feel safe. The library had long been his favourite room in the house. He could become lost in the far off tales and be left in peace. Now the bedchamber had drawn his interest more. But Mariah’s influence went beyond his physical relief. The house had a new life and energy. Its new mistress acted on him and his servants like the first of spring after a long cold winter. Mariah made the house a home. Her touches and simple presence made him feel more at ease. She’d spent a good amount of money but purchased nothing excessive, only household pieces and her wardrobe as he’d requested. He’d ordered a special saddle for her to go with the new mare, but it had yet to arrive. The urge to spoil her was strong, yet he didn’t want to show weakness when she so enjoyed strength. A knock on the door caught his attention. “Come in,” he answered. Mariah walked in, closing the door behind her. “Good afternoon.” “Good afternoon. Did you and Alice enjoy shopping in the village?” he asked. She nodded. “Very pleasant. I didn’t find the lace I wanted, but Mr. Smith assured me more would be in by the end of the month.” “We should go to London. There you could obtain whatever you desire.” He wanted to show her off, show her the world her father had neglected to introduce her to. Mariah’s aunt had tried her best, but now, it was up to him. “No need. London is loud and crowded. I enjoy the quiet of the country. And the privacy. Of course, if you have business there, or visits that must be paid, I’ll be happy to see the city. We have some business to address first. Before the wedding, you did say to plan for a party. It really isn’t necessary to make a big fuss, but inviting the local gentry and the appropriate individuals over is the right thing. A fest for the townspeople is a must. They’ve been very welcoming.” “There’s no reason to be conservative. You’re mistress here. Their countess has not been shy about charitable efforts in the village thus far. Now it is time to display yourself as

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hostess. A poor showing will not reflect well on me.” He wanted her to enjoy herself and her influence. Titles came with responsibility. She’d handled those well. But her entertaining had been limited to her cousin, her husband, aunt and uncle, along with a few friends from the village. “You must take your place in our little corner of society even if not in London.” “Very well. If you want an elaborate affair, you’ll have one. Do you have specific individuals for my guest list? I’ve begun with the expected guests. I don’t want to slight anyone.” “I’ll have a short list of business and social acquaintances to invite as a courtesy. Best not to neglect anyone, I agree. Invite as many as you feel proper. Have you selected a date?” “If it’s convenient, four weeks from today. That would be two months from the wedding. Not too soon and not so long as to be considered delayed.” Mariah had thought it out well. James continued to be impressed with his bride. “Excellent.” She smiled but shifted her weight as she glanced around the room. “What’s wrong?” he asked. “Nothing.” She rubbed her lips together. “Something is on your mind.” He leant forward. “You were never shy before we married.” “I’m sorry. I don’t mean to be coy. Perhaps talking about this is not as easy as other things.” She tugged her dress up over her head, slid her chemise down, and stood naked in his library. “This is not the time or place.” He stood and grabbed her dress, trying to put it back on her. But it was no use. “Dress yourself.” “Why? You prefer me this way. Why should we deny it? Do you not want me anymore? Last night, you did not join me in bed.” She moved around his desk and sat in his lap. Mariah’s hand settled on his growing erection. “It’d been a long night of visiting with your aunt and uncle. You needed your rest. Now is not the time.” He tried to remove her hand, but she pressed closer. The woman knew him, felt his desires, yet she needed discipline and structure.

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“Why not? It’s our house. I locked the door so the servants won’t disturb us. It can be fast or not. Quiet or not, however you choose.” Her mouth found his, and her persuasive powers doubled. Pulling her tight, he kissed her hard. She responded to him willingly. The passion in her had been awakened, and now, she needed attention. But was it the treatment or him? Their courtship had been so odd and their marriage so quick. James trusted his choice to satisfy him, but he needed her to choose him, to commit in a way few would comprehend. Relaxing he let her eager kissing soothe him. Mariah wanted more, but he had to teach her how to ask. Their sexual play would lose its heat if she always got her way without discipline. Mariah slipped off his lap and onto her knees. Her delicate hands pulled open the front of his breeches and freed his hard member. “You’ve forgotten your manners.” He grabbed her wrist. Her eyes grew larger. Her throat trembled as she swallowed. “Please, my lord. I want to taste you.” Leaning in, she pressed a gentle kiss to the top of his cock. James groaned but held onto her wrist. “Sucking my cock will not get you with child.” He suspected her efforts were in pursuit of an excellent reputation. A good wife who quickly produced a son or two. With a sassy smile, she looked up at him. “I understand that. A governess or two got into a delicate condition thanks to my brothers. They cried and cried and told me too much before my father turned them out of the house. I want to enjoy the pleasure and feel your release while inside me. But maybe I must earn it and prove myself. This is different, isn’t it? Special.” She ran her tongue up his shaft. If she only understood just how special. “Yes, different.” “You see, I knew I’d made the right choice for a husband.” Her tongue darted to capture moisture from the tip. James released her wrist and cupped a hand under her chin. “You may have arranged the marriage, but I’m master of the house.” “And the bedroom. I understand. But you don’t resent me for having a mind or riding hard or taking the initiative.” Mariah gently squeezed his balls.

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The innocent curiosity mixed with her governesses’ inappropriate choice of education left James torn on how to handle this woman. He’d never acted out these needs and fantasies with any but the light skirts he’d had in London. Yet providence had delivered this woman who could handle his lust…even share it. “There are enough foolish women in the world. You are not one of them. You must trust me.” “I do trust you. If I had fear, I could run to my uncle’s or my father’s homes. I want to be here.” Her hands eased along his inner thighs. James believed her, yet she was young. Barely twenty-two and she had not faced the hard decisions life handed out. She’d have to prove she could and would stand by him, not turn and run when things got hard. He’d not allow his children to be treated as he had. Guiding her warm mouth up his body, he kissed her and slowly stood them up. Out of the chair, he pushed her back onto the desk so she was exposed before him. Testing her readiness with his thumb, he found her slick and responsive. A few flicks and flexes of his thumb had her moaning. James snatched the embroidered handkerchief from his pocket and stuffed it in her mouth. “You don’t want the servants to hear what a lustful woman you are.” Mariah shook her head and seemed to accept the gag without panic. Spreading her legs, James teased her with his thumb until her hands grabbed for his. He smiled, batting her fingers away. Moving his slick thumb lower, he circled her rear entrance and watched her body tense as a muffled squeak escaped her lips. “Be quiet, or you’ll earn a real gag. You’ll beg for it soon, I promise.” He slid his cock between her folds and felt the change in her. James pressed for entrance to her pussy and leaned down closer to her. Mariah’s body gave naturally. She tightened around him, lifting for more. As he thrust in full, her body bowed to his, and her arms wrapped around his neck. He’d forgotten to restrain her, but they’d just begun. Her legs encircled his waist and he felt a connection he’d never known. Never had he slept with a woman so free to move, hold or run. His cock throbbed deep in her, and James braced his hands on the desk, thrusting and keeping her pinned. Even if she tried to escape, he’d overpower her. He fucked her harder, watching her eyes flutter and close, listening to the hum of pleasure in her throat.

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When her hips began to snap up, he knew she was close. He reached between them, rubbing her clit to set her off, and she convulsed around him. Then he pressed his thumb to her ass again. She opened up slightly for him as her body shook in orgasm. Standing back he watched her smile, handkerchief still stuffed in her mouth so he couldn’t hear her cries. Her breasts bounced and her hips lifted, shaking the desk. Spying the wobbling candlestick, James grabbed for it, but the wax splattered on her stomach. He caught it before it fell over fully. Mariah’s body tensed and trembled. James pulled her gag free. “I’m sorry. I should’ve removed it.” Her safety was his responsibility. He could not have harm come to her in any way. “It’s all right. Just a little candle wax.” She touched the hardening spots. “A large pool might hurt, but this is nothing more than a slight sting.” She licked her lips. James pressed down on a spot of wax and watched her smile. A soft gasp escaped her lips. Easing out of her, he saw the disappointment. “Please, you’re not satisfied.” She reached for him. “You did very well.” Holding her down with one hand, he rubbed his cock between her wet folds to pacify her. Mariah moaned. Letting wax drip on the underside of her breast, he watched her lift. She smiled up at him without the sting of pain or fear. “Take your pleasure any way you find it, my lord.” Her hand slid over his cock and pressed down. Time for a lesson. He pulled her hand and eased his cock from her pussy folds. “Gently,” he said. She nodded and slowly stroked him. After a few seconds, her other hand joined in, rubbing the head then teasing his balls. Her eager fingers were all over him, pushing him closer to the edge. Drizzling wax over her torso, he let some fall in the curls above her clit. The shock made her squeeze harder and James came on her stomach in a hard release. “I’m sorry.” Her lips quivered as she relaxed. He chuckled. “You’re never too rough, my dear.” “I should go.” Her fingers touched the seed and the wax mixing on her body, and suddenly, she slid off the desk. The lady of the house again.

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He stepped in her path. “You leave when I say you may go.”

She pressed her lips together to hold back her smile. Tempting him had worked thus far. Mariah wanted more. Shameless perhaps, but she was married and had to see to her husband’s needs. As unique as they were, she was drawn in by him. “What can I do for you?” she asked. “Turn and face the desk.” Mariah turned, curious to see what he desired now. His large hands bent her forward. “All your weight on the desk. Let your legs stretch.” Not ladylike, but freeing. She pressed down to feel the wax spots on her body. “Good. You like candles?” He reached for another one on the desk and moved it out of her line of sight. “Yes, it felt different. Awakened my body. Like you do.” She wanted his seed in her, to feel him in the throes of pleasure and trembling within her. Why he held back, she didn’t know. It disturbed her. The sting of candle wax hit her rear, and her pondering ceased. “More, please,” she begged. “You like it. New things.” “Yes, thank you.” She caught his breath when he didn’t add more. “See how sensitive you are, everywhere. Not just your pussy and breasts, all over. I’ll teach you to feel it.” His hand slid over her bottom. “I want it all.” “You love it. You ride hard, run when no one is looking. Now, you’ll see what a man can make you feel if you obey.” His tone was harsher than before. She longed for a more active role. “Tell me what you want, I’ll do it.” “Relax and hold still.” He spread her ass cheeks. The candle appeared before her, the orange flame flickering with her breath. “Blow it out.” For a second, she hesitated but blew it out. If not more wax, what? Mariah gasped as the hot top of the candle pressed to her rear. Rubbing the hot wax to her, James pressed a finger to her clit, and the heat and arousal mixed deep in her.

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In an instant, the candle was gone, and Mariah slowed her breathing. “Is a riding crop next?” she asked. “That would cause severe pain and cut your delicate flesh. A bold request pleases me, but you don’t have the hide of a horse.” He rubbed the unused end of the candle to her pussy. “Clasp your hands at the small of your back.” She obeyed, the weight shifting to press her breasts to the rich wood. Inhaling deeply, she gave herself into his candle play. Grabbing both her wrists in one hand, James held them so she couldn’t flee or block him, as though she’d want to. Mariah hummed as he pressed the candle into her. His cock felt better, but she loved his ideas. She tightened on the wax, teasing her own body. “You are very wet. You like this.” He rubbed the tender skin between the candle and her rear. “Very much. Still, I prefer you.” “My pride will survive your lust of candles.” “I’m in earnest. You are far superior to this.” Yet her body responded, taking any relief it was offered. One day, she’d be rewarded with all of James. “I believe you, but this is merely to prepare the candle.” “For what?” He body tightened, growing ready for the release. He was only toying with her? Gently removing the toy, James ran it up the path to her rear entrance. Mariah stiffened. “You can’t be serious. Please.” “Relax. I would never give you more than is good for you. If you wish to fully please me, this is a start. The journey will never end.” His thumb rubbed her entrance slowly, demanding entry. Letting the feel tempt her as she pushed the fear aside, Mariah lifted her rear for a better angle. James changed his patterns, rubbing in circles now. Mariah moaned softly. “You’ll enjoy it. Nothing big this time, not too deep.” His lips pressed to her bottom. Mariah tried to turn and watch, but his grip on her hands and her rear made it impossible. “Eyes on the floor.” His strong voice made Mariah feel safe.

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“A little more?” She wasn’t entirely certain she was ready but needed to see what he’d do next. The wetness of his tongue between her cheeks, dancing over her pucker, made her squirm. Then the candle, slick with her own juices, pressed there. Momentarily, she tensed, but the rubbing of the slender ordinary item felt so promising. She consciously relaxed those muscles, and the rest of her body followed. James advanced it, opening her then held still. After a moment, Mariah wanted to fidget. It seemed the candle was barely there at all. “More.” She clutched at his hand that still held her down. Without a word, he obliged her. It felt very long, but she knew he’d put not more than an inch. “Thank you!” Her body throbbed around the wax. She squeezed those muscles and groaned at the sweet reward. What other pleasures would he introduce her to? Slowly, he rotated the candle and Mariah bit back a yelp. He continued to spin it with slight advancing and Mariah rocked for more. Then the spinning stopped. “What? What did I do wrong?” He chuckled. “Nothing. You’re lovely. Eager. You’d take it all if I let you.” “Yes, I want it.” Mariah confessed her need. Lying served no purpose. He’d know. He’d see her body react. “You will enjoy it. But not today.” He removed the candle. The abrupt loss left Mariah exposed and empty. “Please,” she whispered. “We can’t be done.” James released her wrists. “Stand up.” Obeying, she felt different somehow. More aware of her body. He couldn’t mean to send her away now. “Go over and stand in front of the library ladder.” He pointed to the thick wooden ladder she’d climbed several times since moving into the house. She stood there, waiting. For what she had no idea. James dug through his desk and produced what looked like worn reins. The leather straps had her full attention. Crossing to her, James tied her arms to the side of the ladder then one leg at the knee to the rough wood.

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What did he mean to do with her like this? “I won’t gag you, but you must be silent,” he ordered. She nodded, wondering if he took her riding crop teasing seriously. Yet he’d promised not to hurt her beyond her limits. She focused on him, and the fear vanished. Fully exposed to him, Mariah studied his strong form. Only his cock was free of his clothing. He looked commanding as though all the power in a world belonged to him. It aroused her anew. He stood close to her, looking down. The heat from him, and the scent of his body felt like too much wine. “You’ll do anything I want?” he asked. “Of course.” James ran a hand over her body, plucking off the dried wax and teasing her nipples. “We’ll see tonight.” “You can see now,” she offered. He grinned. “Later. Now I want to see something else—if you can be quiet or if I need to gag you.” She bit her lips and waited. At least from this angle, she could watch what he did to her. James’ large hands ran down, teasing the curls between her legs. The wax stuck there pulled and stung her skin. She suppressed her groans as the tingling lingered. “Don’t hold your breath or you’ll faint. That will not please me in the least.” She realised he was correct and took a deep slow breath. James took her free leg and lifted it. Mariah shifted her weight and felt vulnerable. The delicious anticipation washed over her. Watching to see what he’d do next, Mariah’s jaw fell as he knelt at her feet, pulling her leg over his shoulder, and kissed her pussy. He started at her core and tongued up her sensitive folds. Rocking forward, her hips were unrestrained. How she wanted to hold him, run her fingers through his dark hair. His mouth sucked her folds then her clit. Bucking for more, Mariah earned a smack on her thigh. She moaned and caught herself. Silence was harder when he did things like this.

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Two of his thick fingers slid inside her, and Mariah suppressed a gasp as they went deep. James held his fingers still until she rocked for more. His thumb rubbed up her pussy and pressed to her clit, teasing until her body trembled. His tongue and teeth took over, devouring her clit until she wanted to scream his name. James added a third finger deep and thrust, sending Mariah over. She gasped at the waves of pleasure but held back his name and the guttural scream. Her eyes welled at the ecstasy and restraint. When his large hand covered her mouth, she let go. Screaming freely into his palm. Only then did she feel the true release. His tongue worked over her, cleaning up her mess. Finally, he stood. “I’m sorry.” She blinked back the tears. “Don’t be sorry. There is no shame to need a gag. It will help you enjoy things more fully without bringing servants running to your rescue. There are times I’ll want to hear you scream, but if you want lessons during the day in all areas of the house, we must use caution. At night, you may scream freely.” He brushed a tear from her cheek and kissed her. Then he freed her body from the ladder. She nodded and pressed to him, kissing him tenderly. “Thank you.” She kissed him again and finally took a deep breath. “You should go. We have dinner guests coming.” He ran his hands over her hair. “Oh yes. I must change.” She gave him a last kiss and knew tonight would be even more enjoyable. Dressing in haste, she left him for now.

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Chapter Four

One might think dinner with a woman who’d previously been matched with him for marriage, at least in village gossip, would be awkward. However, James found that in this case, fate had properly sorted out the marriages before mistakes were made. Marriage proved challenging to some. His grandfather’s advice sounded in his ears as James sat at the head of the table. “A wife is to provide a healthy heir and not cause trouble, doubt or embarrassment.” Not a word about affection or even character. Refocusing on the conversation at hand, he found it nice to have Alice and Edmund around. Neither were ever at a loss for words and could amuse themselves for hours. Mariah had arranged them perfectly, a proper match. “So you think the party will be well received?” James asked, during a rare lull. “Indeed. It’s all anyone can talk about in the village or when we come to call. The party or how Mariah has sought out and shown excessive kindness to the needy.” Alice beamed. James smiled at his wife. “I’m glad they appreciate her efforts. I never guessed a wife would make me so popular.” Edmund chuckled. “My wife certainly added to my acceptance. The congregation seems to listen twice as hard.” “When they see a good and humble man win such a bride, they want to pattern themselves after you. Hopefully, the fact that my eldest brother is coming to the party won’t disturb you. My brother can be a little trouble, though it seems age is maturing him.” Mariah toyed with the cameo necklace at her throat. “That’s wonderful. Cousin Timothy is very entertaining and most protective of his sister.” Alice sipped her wine. “I’m not a child anymore, Alice. Timothy wanted to visit earlier, but he had business. Father and my two younger brothers will come at Christmas.” “Excellent. I look forward to meeting them. We’ll have another party for Christmas.” James squeezed the stem of his wine glass. Other than Alice and her parents, he’d not met any of Mariah’s family. The consent of her father was no doubt mostly due to his title and

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based on the advice of Mariah’s uncle. It’d been so long since James had needed to impress anyone or cared about acceptance and approval. A sudden rainstorm had kept her father and the eldest brother from attending the hasty wedding. Her younger brothers were occupied with their professions or else they might have made it as well. She spoke so fondly of her family, James felt a bit jealous. Mariah’s family mattered to him, and he hadn’t even met them. James’ father hadn’t lived long enough to approve. His grandfather had only cared about obedience and that James had stayed alive to make sure his line and the title didn’t fall to the hated cousins. “Two parties in one year? Be careful, Lord Montford. The people will think your wife has softened you,” Edmund warned with a grin. James chuckled politely but inwardly cringed. That’s what his grandfather would think. That his wife had the whip hand over him and got her way indulging her friends, the villagers. “I’m sure my wife will be generous at the holiday with or without an event. However, the weather would not be best for an outside festival. A private family party at Christmas is more practical. But I’ll leave the social planning to the lady of the house.” He nodded across the long table at his wife. The candles made her glow and the peach-coloured dress looked so innocent on her that he wanted to rip it off right there. She had taken hold of him. Whether he had control or not, whether she loved him or not, he had let her in his life. Mariah reflected and represented him. Soon all of the villagers and the local gentry would meet her properly. Their opinions didn’t matter so much as what James feared could happen when news of his marriage reached his distant relations. He had to protect Mariah, and he couldn’t even tell her why. With any luck, his cousins would never know of his marriage and continue to ignore him as they had done for years. “Are you unwell?” Mariah asked. He cleared his throat. “Not at all. Just contemplating the festival games that would entertain. If we’re doing this, it must be the best of everything.” Alice and Edmund chimed in with game suggestions, and James returned to the peace and pain of his own thoughts. Mariah would see to the party. His concerns ran deeper.

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Standing at the front door, James watched Alice and Edmund as they rode away in the carriage. Mariah waved, all smiles, until the carriage was out of sight. “You’re visiting again with Alice tomorrow. Come inside. There’s a chill in the air.” He wrapped an arm around her slender shoulders. “It’s nice to entertain. They seem very happy.” Mariah beamed. “Yes. Alice will do well with less pressure in her marriage.” James had noted a more relaxed air about his wife’s cousin since the wedding. She seemed fit for that role. Mariah frowned. “Less pressure? Edmund has very little inheritance coming to him.” “True, but her parents can help there. If she’d married a wealthy man with a title and large estate—” “Like you?” Mariah nudged him with her hip. “For example, yes. She’d have had tremendous family pressure to make a mark, take her place in London and locally. So many eyes upon her every move, and Alice has a nervous disposition to begin with.” He steered her towards their bedchambers. “That does sound like my aunt. You’re right. Alice is better suited to a quiet life. Not that I wouldn’t love to make a mark in London, but I have no such pressures or fears.” She paused at her door. “We have no family in London, but should you wish to go visiting, you need only say the word.” He never wanted her to think she couldn’t travel to visit her brothers or father. He’d never separate her from her family. The invitation she’d sent to her father to visit them at Christmas had been accepted. Hopefully, her brothers would do the same. “Thank you. In time perhaps.” She turned the knob on the door. “See you shortly,” he whispered in her ear. After twenty minutes of fussing servants helping them prepare for bed, James heard Mariah’s maids vacate. He did not waste time making his wife wait. He entered through the shared door. “You have earned the affections of our servants swiftly.” Sitting on the bed in a prim gown, Mariah smiled up at him. “You show them respect, loyalty and decent pay. I praise them. They are an excellent staff and fond of both of us.” “The best staff. I only allow the best in my home.” He set a wooden box down on the dresser. “You’re not too tired?” “Not at all. We can sleep in tomorrow.”

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He noticed three candles blazing on her bedside table. A hint, no doubt a silent request for more candle play. But he had better things in store for her. “Remove your clothing.” James pulled the covers back from the bed fully so there was nowhere to hide. Mariah took no note of him as she stripped. Her hair was already down for the night. He studied her bare form. So pleasant and arousing and yet the things he wanted to do to her. The bonds of trust needed to be built further before he dared to give her a child. “Tonight, we will see how well you are willing to do anything I say. Trust is critical.” “Tell me, please.” She took a step towards him. James held up a hand. “No. You are eager but must also learn patience and the pleasure of anticipation. Lie on the bed.” Without hesitation, she stretched out on one side of the bed, anticipating his joining her. “The middle of the bed,” he corrected. Her expression reflected rejection and confusion, but she moved to the centre and propped herself up on the pillows. “Will there be great tests and temptations?” she asked. “You are insatiable. Intercourse is not wanton. Do I need to get the vicar back here to lecture you?” James opened the box. Mariah blushed. “For children, it’s encouraged, but you deny me that. The vicar would be speechless if he knew what we’ve done.” “He would send for the authorities at the sight of you tied up. Or in bed with this.” He took a toy out of the box and let Mariah see it. “What is it? A vase?” She stretched to get a better look. “An instrument of pleasure. You enjoyed the candle so well, I thought this might amuse us.” “This is a test? Use it on my anyway you like.” She let her legs fall open. “Not me, you.” He handed it to her. “I only wish to watch.” Her smile vanished. “Watch? What? Should I use it on you?” “No, use it on yourself. Most anything I can do with it, you can do to your own body. I will observe you pleasuring yourself.” Mariah turned a deep shade of red. “I can’t do that. Not without you.”

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James pulled a chair up to the bed and began to disrobe. “I’ll be right here, enjoying your performance. Don’t hide your desire or curiosity, or hold your screams back. Your needs entertain me. You’re free to play now.” Once naked, he sat in the chair and waited. “I don’t know what to do. I’ve never done this.” Her hands shook, but James suspected she wanted to and feared it was a trick. “Pretend it’s me. Do with it what you’d do with me if I gave you free rein.” “It’s cold glass.” Her hands wrapped around the shaft, feeling it carefully. “You’ll warm it up quickly enough. Don’t stall. I grow bored.” He sat back, determined to put her on the spot and see her natural instincts. Leaning back into the pillows, she let the toy nestle between her breasts, she kissed the tip and let her tongue curl and flick it. Her throat tensed as she swallowed. She was serious, but James knew her attempts at seduction would fail. The view sent James erect in seconds. Her pink tongue on the clear glass, the woman had an instinct for sin, but only with him. What more could a man ask for in a wife? “Close your eyes. If it helps, I can blindfold you.” He wanted her to know he was watching, but perhaps, the dark would free her. She rocked from side-to-side, and he caught a glimpse of her round ass cheeks so tender and pale. And that dip at the small of her back. James knew every detail and wanted her to understand and appreciate every inch of her own body as well as him. Mariah was eager to explore him. She needed to understand her form, as well. “No. I’m sorry… It just feels so odd compared to you.” She sucked it into her mouth, taking several inches then she licked it from base to tip. Ignoring James, Mariah rubbed it against her cheek and down her neck. The woman had no fear, no shame and the instincts of an experienced seductress. James longed to fuck her right then but held off. She needed to find pleasure in the fake to appreciate the real. When her lips bowed in a smile, his cock strained for her. The heat spread through him, and he experienced an odd sensation, power and weakness simultaneously. Only Mariah had ever done that to him. The lure of a woman claimed his heart. He’d avoided it for so long. The lush curvy creature before him would not be denied. But trusting the wrong woman destroyed men. He’d seen it. His family had felt it.

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All James could do was take care and hope he’d chosen well. No amount of tests or sex could guarantee the future. Mariah trailed the glass phallus down her breasts, tapping her nipples to see the reaction. She pressed her breasts together with the glass toy between them and sighed softly. “You like my gift?” he asked. “Yes, thank you.” She slid it lower to her pussy. Rubbing it along her slit, Mariah moaned and twirled it the way James had the candle. A fast learner, to be sure. She spread her legs, tipping up her pelvis for better access. “Is this what you want?” she asked. He smiled to himself. Mariah wanted permission to fuck herself. She’d learned so much he wanted to reward her but kept the pace slow. “Absolutely. Do whatever pleases you, my dear. Such lust cannot be contained.” After a few fumbles with angle and the thick glass head, she penetrated her pussy with his gift. It was slightly smaller than James’ cock, but the glass lacked the give of flesh. “Take it all,” he urged. She nodded and, slowly but consistently, pushed her toy in to the hilt. He expected her to pull it out again quickly and begin fucking herself wildly. Instead, she left it buried there, looking down then arching her back. James’ chest heated with pride. She learnt quickly and readily. The pleasures of the flesh were infinite, and they’d explore them all, but he didn’t need to control her every move or need. “You’re squeezing it?” “God, yes. It’s so perfect. Thank you.” She reached down and twirled it. Only then did she pull it out partly and shove it back in. She repeated the motion a few more times, and her other hand fell from the headboard to rub her clit and as she held the toy tight inside. “Did you ever play with yourself before? In the dark?” he asked. Mariah nodded. “After riding?” She shook her head. “I felt the sensation but never suspected it could lead to this. Not until you.” Her hands kept working her body. “After our encounter in the stables?” He’d shown her new things that night.

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She shook her head. “No. The first night I met you. I knew then. My body knew. I was afraid and ashamed, but I couldn’t stop. Please come to me. I don’t want to be alone.” She moaned that last word as her orgasm took hold. He watched her legs tremble, her pussy squeeze, her back arch and her breasts bounce with the convulsions. “James. Please!” She reached for him, and the toy slid from her with force. Grabbing it, James inhaled her scent. The glass was streaked with her juices and evidence of release. He licked it, tasting her passion for him. Every moment with her aroused and amazed him. No lady should do what she’d done, yet the proof of her lust rolled over his tongue sweetly. The glass had heat only because her body burnt for him. Was it ego? James wondered. He enjoyed when she squirmed for him on display. Yet, she was entirely his. What else would she do? Allow him to do? Each encounter only pushed him further into need for more, like a drunken man with only one way to quench that thirst. Mariah. “Please join me.” She knelt on the bed. “This toy is always hard. You may learn to prefer it.” The flush of her skin told him she truly wanted more. “Use it however you desire, but I need to feel you.” She’d done everything he’d asked. Confident in her lustful ways, she’d shown him passion that never ended. He could not deny she’d earned his attention. “On your hands and knees facing the pillows.” He reached for a candle from the bedside table and climbed into bed.

Relief filled Mariah as James caged her with his strong body. His chest pressed to her back, his mouth on her neck. The heat of his cock pressed to her rear made her feel content in a very different way than the toy could. With him close, she was safe. Looking to her right, she noticed he’d brought the wooden box as well. “More toys?” “One more. I’ll handle this. But first a little reward.” He teased her with the candle, rubbing over her back. Mariah’s body tightened in anticipation. He’d noticed the candles and seemed to approve. The first bead of wax hit the small of her back, and Mariah moaned low. “Thank you.”

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More drops fell along her spine, and she shivered. “Ready for your new toy?” he asked. She nodded. “Eyes on the pillows.” Mariah heard him fumble with the box and the clink of glass. As much as she enjoyed his gifts, his cock felt so much better. What felt like oil spilled over her rear entrance, and Mariah gasped. “Relax.” James pressed his thumb to her opening. Her body responded as her mind tried to make sense of it. Suddenly, his thumb left and a glass shaft, more slender than the first, pressed to her. “I’m not sure I can. The candle was softer.” She tried to relax but felt pressure to please and fear that she’d fail. “Try. I won’t hurt you.” His free hand slid down and worked her clit. He knew her weaknesses. Mariah groaned, and her body responded to his touch by relaxing. James pressed the toy in a few inches before she tightened on it. “More.” He pinched her clit. She moaned. “It’s so tight.” “One more inch and I’ll fuck you.” James’ fingers dipped to her pussy and teased her slick folds. Mariah nodded, feeling worn out already. But as he pressed the toy in, the virgin skin met glass for the first time and sparks went off inside her. She rocked back and took more than she expected. “Excellent. Hold it.” She felt him let go, but it didn’t hurt or fall. Without a clue how long it was, Mariah held it and waited. James moved away. “Roll over.” With a deep breath, she rolled onto her back. Did he intend to follow through and fuck her as he promised? Or leave her with her toys? He caged her again, and Mariah grinned. “Please.” She kissed him. James pressed the toy in a bit further, and Mariah squeaked softly. “You’ve almost got it all. I’ll need to order a longer and bigger toy for you.”

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“No, this is big enough for there. Where did you find such things?” she asked. “A glass blower in France does special orders. We shall have quite a collection, I imagine.” “You’re better.” She kissed his chin. “You’ll get your reward.” He pressed the tip of his member to her. Mariah froze. “Aren’t you going to remove the other?” “Your body can handle both, I promise you. It’ll be very nice if you trust me.” He kissed her forehead. She nodded. Trying her best, Mariah remembered he knew much more about things than she. He’d never hurt her. Her body could take it if she wanted, and she deeply wanted him and to see what this would feel like. Two shafts in her at once. “Hold onto it and relax the rest of your muscles.” His thumb grazed her clit, and Mariah’s hips lifted in an instant response. Slowly, he entered her, stretching and pressing down to the toy. The pressure made Mariah tense, but her body adjusted quickly. The added pleasure took hold. His cock went further than the toy, and she felt the contrasts. He hit the spot she loved, and she grabbed at his arms. “Like it?” He leant down to her. “God, yes. Please. Harder!” Her nails scratched his back. James grabbed her hands and pinned them over her head. “I’ll tie you up if you prefer.” “Don’t stop. Not now.” She loved when he tied her up, but now, she needed the release without interruption. Since he had her arms held tight, her hips snapped for more. James answered all her requests. He worked faster and hit that spot deep inside her that sent her into release. She fought the surrender, letting it build again and again until the pressure couldn’t be contained. Her body convulsed around both shafts, giving her extra pleasure. James held tight inside as her body arched and squeezed, intent on all the reward it could muster. She was fully exposed, fully satisfied, and all she wanted to do was hold him—but he kept her hands pinned. She needed some other release. “I love you!” she screamed. He released her arms and pulled free of her. She saw the shock in his eyes.

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Mariah felt tears form. Wasn’t that natural for a wife to feel? To say? They’d never uttered it to one another. Tonight, she couldn’t help herself. The air in the room had changed. She debated an apology but she was not sorry. And their love was not a sex game. There were no rules of property in this part of marriage. Mariah had no idea what to do but to be true to herself and those feelings. “Let me finish you.” She reached for his erection. James pushed her hand away. “Don’t lie to get your way.” “I’d never lie. You may treat me as your own glass sex toy, but I did not lure you into marriage for any reason other than love.” She sat up. “I want you and your children. Flog me, torment me for days—the answers will be the same.” He pushed her back down and pulled away all the pillows. Sliding his cock between her breasts, he waited. Finally, it dawned on her what he wanted. She’d done it with the toy. Pressing her breasts together around his hot flesh felt so much better than the hard glass. He thrust forwards and back. He was wet from her pussy, and it thrilled her. The man she loved towering over her, fucking her breasts. Mariah craned her neck to lick the head of him and pressed her lips to the tip each time he thrust forward. “You like this?” he asked. “Yes!” she screamed. Did he not believe her? Did he regret marrying her? Most men would do anything to get her with child, and he avoided it at every opportunity. “Suck it.” He pressed forward and shuddered. Mariah sucked it and licked the tip as she watched his face. Taunt with intensity, his jaw clenched. His eyes went dark, and a low grunt came from him as his release caught them both off guard. She kept licking. The taste of him coated her tongue, and Mariah sucked for more and kissed to coax every drop free. He’d released her hands at some point, and she grabbed his rear, pulling him in. She swallowed as much as she could. After a few haggard breaths, James eased back. “You liked that?” “Yes.” She licked her lips but stayed on the bed. He seemed ready to bolt. “Please, I want more. Don’t go.”

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He climbed off the bed and stood there, staring down at her. “You enjoyed your toys?” “Very much, thank you.” She pulled the glass rod from her and set it aside. “I want you to use them on me all night if you’re not tired.” He shook his head. “Not tonight. You may keep them. Play at your leisure. Don’t let the servants discover them.” James bent down to pick up his clothing, as though he wanted no evidence he’d visited his wife in the night. “Please stay. If you’re tired, we can just sleep.” She begged him with her eyes. His mood had turned so fast it scared her. “No. I would not stand in the way of your added pleasure. Good night.” He left with a slight bow. Once the door closed, Mariah jumped hastily off the bed and studied her reflection in the glass. No change that she could see. What did he object to? He did not want her to love him? It meant only one thing. He felt no love for her. He enjoyed the sex play but nothing more. Her hopes and joy had been dashed in an instant. Her tears flowed freely in the solitude. All along she’d believed they were a love match and their passionate inclinations made it even better. But clearly the passion was all they had. It would provide pleasure but not happiness. What would happen? Once James had an heir, would he escape to London and leave her alone here? So many men did just that. Claiming business, they left the wife and children behind. There was only one flaw in that plan. So far he’d done nothing to produce an heir. He’d leave her all alone.

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Chapter Five

The rift between them had only grown with the party looming. James stood in the garden and watched his wife and Alice chat with the aunt. Mariah’s uncle and Edmund strolled around the grounds in anticipation of a hunting party later. The out-of-town guests were due to arrive today, and James wanted her brother’s good opinion. More importantly, he wanted to make amends with his wife. Since the sudden shock of her declaration, she’d withdrawn severely, working on the party with singular focus. Even now, she sat doing her duties as hostess without a glance in his direction. James had grown so used to keeping people at a distance. He didn’t know how to let her in, not fully in the way she desired, but the distance and silence frustrated him. The soft brown gown she wore was cut in the height of London fashion. The amber necklace she had around her neck was a gift from her father. He could not attend but had promised to visit at Christmas and bring the two younger sons. Her eldest brother made special arrangements to attend. James knew he was checking on his little sister. Mariah seemed happy, but James saw her tension. As he watched the necklace rise and fall at the swell of her breast, he wanted to take her inside and put the tension and nonsense behind them. He loved her. If that knowledge made her happy, he might admit it. But love had not been enough for his parents. His childhood taught him harsh things he wanted Mariah never to see or feel. Love could be used and twisted. Survival frequently had to suffice. He’d endured much worse than a miffed wife. Perhaps she’d turn on him and run away. Her brother wouldn’t travel here without designs on ensuring her happiness. James knew they could resolve matters if they were alone. The footman approached and bowed. “Mr. Griffin.” “Timothy!” Mariah rushed up and hugged her brother tightly. “You look so well.” James straightened his coat and moved to an appropriate distance for the introduction. “Lord Montford, allow me to present my brother, Mr. Griffin. Timothy, my husband James.” Mariah made the family introduction without excessive airs.

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The men bowed then Mariah moved on to Edmund with her brother. James watched as the men bowed and Timothy kissed his cousin and aunt on their cheeks. He shook hands with his uncle and chatted with a friendly respect. A happy family reunion, although three more members were not there. In his life, James had never had that much family surrounding him with protection and affection. Mariah didn’t deserve the burden he’d put on her. She had no clue it even existed, but he’d make sure it never troubled her. Keeping her safe and healthy was his only priority. After a little conversation, Timothy came over to James and extended a hand. “Congratulations. I can see my sister is well cared for. Her home is certainly comfortable.” James shook his hand. “Thank you. Your sister’s health and comfort are my goal. She’s quite spirited.” “I’m glad she found someone who understands and appreciates her.” Timothy seemed to frown then headed back to the party. More of the local gentry arrived, and James introduced them to his new bride. She remembered every name and circulated the garden like an ideal hostess. It seemed everyone had arrived when the footman cleared his throat. “Mr. Charles Montgomery.” “What?” James shot a glare at Mariah. How could she? Unable to escape the unpleasantness, James nodded when Charles bowed. Mariah appeared at James’ side all smiles. “My dear, this is Mr. Charles Montgomery. My cousin. Montgomery, my wife the Lady Mariah.” “So kind of you to invite me, my lady.” He kissed her hand and bowed low. “I’m your servant.” “I’m glad you could attend. A pity your sisters could not. Let me introduce you.” Mariah led him away. James immediately cornered Edmund and pulled him aside. “I didn’t know you had any family, my lord. It’s nice to have connections.” Edmund smiled at his wife and in-laws. “Not mine. Charles is nothing but trouble. I must ask you to assist me.” “Charles who is to inherit from you? I’m at your service.” Edmund lowered his voice.

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“Watch him. Stay close and befriend him if you must. He must be monitored. He has no honour.” “You believe he’ll cause trouble?” Edmund adjusted his collar. “Until Mariah produces a son, he has much to gain. Do you fear for your life?” “I’ve not seen Charles in ten years. I have no idea what to expect of him. I will do my best to persuade him to leave early tomorrow, but I would appreciate your help.” “Of course.” Edmund bowed and headed off. One ally informed, James walked up to his wife as she gave an instruction to a servant. “We need to speak, inside.” “Now?” she asked. “We have guests.” “Now.” He walked to the study without waiting for her. Mariah followed with a perplexed expression. “Whatever is wrong? People are clearly enjoying themselves.” He paced the room. “What possessed you to invite my cousin?” he demanded. She swallowed hard and tensed. “My duties as hostess. He is family and while you talk little of them, they do exist and are not to be slighted.” “They are very distant. He is the grandson of my grandfather’s younger brother. There was bad blood.” James suddenly realised how little he’d told her. “Bad blood between dead men lives on?” Mariah balled her fists and propped them on her hips. “Inviting him was the proper thing, especially given that he’ll inherit if we have no son. As you are so reluctant to facilitate the production of an heir, I may well have to make my way and deal with these in-laws. Not inviting them would have been an insult.” James had watched that happen to his mother. She’d been cast aside by his father’s family and made no effort to even see him. His fist slammed on the table. A child’s pent up rage flashed in him. “Never. You will never be ousted. Never be unprotected. You have my word.” “James, you take too much on yourself.” Her soft hands curled around his tense arm. “Nothing will happen to you. There is time for an heir, if you desire. And should the worst happen, Timothy has always told me that I have a place in his home. He knows his duty. My worst fate is being companion to a sister-in-law.”

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She didn’t understand. How could she? Her family was happy and looked out for one another. No doubt Edmund would be found a place if the need arose as he was now part of the family. “You have no idea how fortunate you are to have such protection.” “All my brothers are very good men. You’ll meet them. And if you’re concerned about your legacy here, we can begin tonight on that heir.” Mariah propped her chin on his shoulder with a suggestive smile. His anger began to dissipate. “It’s my fault. I should’ve told you about them. You should have consulted me.” “I asked for your input. You’re avoiding something. Besides, I didn’t expect he’d travel so far. I wanted to surprise you. I had no inkling it would cause such an uproar. Perhaps he wants to mend fences?” “It’s not just our grandfathers, Mariah. He wants the title. When I was at Oxford, I met a woman. She seemed cultured, and I believed she cared for me. She pushed for marriage, claiming an elderly relative wanted her settled to ease their mind. She would inherit a tidy sum. It sounded so convenient.” Mariah stood straight. “Did you love her?” He shook his head. She was jealous of a trick. “I wanted someone to love me, adore me. I’d never had that. But for some reason I didn’t trust her. One day, I had a friend follow her, she met with Charles.” Mariah gasped. “He’d hired her to disgrace you?” “No need to hire her. She was his sister. A few inquiries confirmed her true identity. Charles wanted me to marry her. That would reconnect the family. He intended to get rid of me as soon as he could. His sister might well have been planning to murder me on the wedding night. I never learned the full plan, but I ran them out of London. We’ve never spoken since.” “It doesn’t make sense. Why try to trick you? Wanting you to marry his sister is quite logical. It would consolidate the family. She’s a distant cousin, nothing improper at all. Why the ruse?” “Because I’d never agree. Our grandfathers fought about the title. They were twins, Mariah. My grandfather inherited by a matter of minutes. Our fathers tried to reconcile, but a woman tore them apart. I tried to avoid Charles completely.”

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“I’m sorry, James. But you’re not your father or your grandfather. There is no woman to fight over. The title is yours. He was immature and foolish. Maybe he’s grown? But fearing him only gives him power.” “I’m worried for you. Mariah, you cannot trust him.” James grabbed her by her upper arms and looked down at her. “I won’t have him hurt you.” “It’s only a few days, and he’ll be gone. I’ll be on my guard for schemes and trickery.” She slipped from his grip and moved into him, kissing his chin. “There is one way to thwart all his designs on your title.” “An heir.” He took a deep breath. “Your energies are needed for the party now. We’ll revisit the issue once our guests are gone.” “Very well.” She left abruptly. The solution seemed so simple. But few people understood what it meant. How it felt to be treated as a ticket for inheritance and security. Mariah’s brother Timothy knew his duty, clearly as he came soon to visit his sister. He cared for her and would ensure her future regardless. Possibly, he understood what James felt, but he had siblings, parents and cousins who cared for him. Mariah did not love her brother because he’d protect her but because he was her brother. They were family. Still she answered his concerns like everyone else, because it was the only logical solution. He knew it. Produce an heir to look after any widow or daughters left behind. James had tried to convince himself of that goal. He had been the answer to that problem for his father, and it had resulted in nothing but pressure and powerlessness. He’d not solved anyone’s problems nor had he been loved. James had felt like a horse, a possession. Valued only for being male and alive. Shaking off the past, he cleared his mind. It was only a few days. Charles could still cause trouble. Mariah wanted to believe he’d changed. She was often too kind. At the moment, he was glad Mariah had confessed her feelings. At least, he knew she wasn’t with him for money, title or just Alice’s sake. But Charles was a definite danger.

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Later that day, Mariah and Alice walked along the gardens, a good distance behind the older matrons. It’d been a relaxed excursion into town. Her aunt and uncle had stayed behind to do a little business before returning to the party. “So how do you find married life?” Alice asked. Mariah gave her a slight smile. “Very well. And you?” Alice blushed. “Better than I dreamt. I can’t thank you enough for your help. I was shameful, but Edmund says God needed us to defy convention for the good of the community. We’ll be a good example of matrimony.” “Clearly, and your parents have come around.” Mariah headed towards the house in hopes of a change in topic. “Yes, but what of you? Edmund said Mr. Montgomery is to inherit. I’m sure James is set on an heir. They seem very cold to one another.” Alice’s pace slowed. Mariah slowed to match her. “James does nothing in a rush, beyond our marriage.” “Really? That’s odd. Edmund wishes to ensure his lineage, and he’s not set to inherit a thing.” Alice paused and pressed a hand to her forehead. “Are you quite well?” Mariah took her cousin’s arm. Alice shook her head. “I’m out of breath. A sudden headache.” She leaned on Mariah. “Ladies!” Charles appeared and bowed. “Is anything the matter?” “Yes, please help me. My cousin.” She shifted Alice’s weight. “Alice is unwell.” Charles lifted her and carried her swiftly to the house. “Send for the doctor and my aunt and uncle then come help me,” Mariah ordered a passing maid. Mariah led Charles to a guestroom, and he put Mariah down gently. “I’ll ride to town myself and collect your aunt,” he offered. Mariah grabbed the smelling salts and dampened a cloth. “No, the maid is sending for them. I’m sure Alice is fine. We went walking in the sun. She’s always been delicate.” Waving the smelling salts under Alice’s nose, Mariah breathed in relief as Alice grimaced. “I’m fine,” she muttered. Mariah put the cloth gently on Alice’s forehead. “I’m sure you are. Too much excitement and exertion. Rest. I’ll have the doctor examine you.” “I don’t want to be any trouble.” Alice held the cloth her to head and closed her eyes.

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Mariah watched Alice’s breathing for a moment, and when she was content her cousin slept, she stepped back. “She’ll be fine.” Mariah set the bottle of smelling salts on the table and nodded to the maid who’d followed her in. “Sit with her until the doctor comes. Find me if anything changes. Pull the drapes so it’s not too bright in here.” “You’re quite an impressive woman.” Charles followed her out. The hairs on the back of her neck tingled. “Certainly not. Just a concerned relation. Thank you for your assistance. It was very timely.” She leaned for a moment on a hall table, hoping the doctor would round the corner just then. Charles made her feel as though a snake coiled next to her ready to strike. “I am your servant, always, my lady.” He grabbed her hand and kissed it. Mariah tugged her hand back. “That’s really not necessary. I have a houseful of servants.” “It’s wonderful my cousin has such a strong bride.” He moved closer. The candle from the table reflected in his smile. She moved to one side of the hall in hopes of avoiding him. Taking a step, he blocked her path and put a hand on her waist. “No need to protest, my lady. You are too spirited to be married to such a dull fool. I can entertain you much better.” “I should think not.” Revulsion and insult fuelled her. She grabbed the candlestick and stabbed the flame right at his Adam’s apple. Her brother’s childhood advice rang in her ears. Go for the throat or the eyes with anyone who is out to hurt you. Screaming and cursing, Montgomery stumbled back and held his neck as the candle fell to the ground harmlessly. His neck had extinguished the flame. “How dare you!” The doctor stood at the end of the hall. Mariah had to thank the maid who’d lit the candles a bit early tonight. “Filthy man. A woman isn’t safe in her own home.”

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Chapter Six

James and Timothy heard a commotion and walked up quickly behind the doctor. “What the devil?” James had feared his cousin would try something foolish. “Your wife is quite capable of defending her honour,” the doctor said approvingly. “Please, doctor, Alice is in there.” Mariah steered the older man to the bedroom. “Leave the man to rot.” “I warned you not to be alone with him.” James’ words were directed at his wife while he stood over Charles who still panted. “Alice fainted. He was there. It couldn’t be helped. I couldn’t carry her. Don’t admonish me like a child. He’s lucky I didn’t have a pair of scissors instead of a candle, or he’d be bleeding to death.” Mariah smiled. “Well done, Mariah.” Timothy bowed to James. “I offer myself as your second.” “Oh for heaven’s sake.” Mariah turned and went into the bedroom with the doctor. James nodded to Timothy. “I appreciate your offer, but your sister does not like duelling.” He grabbed Charles by the collar and dragged him to the study. Timothy followed, closing the door behind them. “Are you certain a duel isn’t for the best? My sister doesn’t need to know.” Timothy looked perplexed. “She’d know. She has the servants and townspeople in her pocket. I’d much rather have him dead, but Charles has no honour. I’d be giving him a chance to kill me and get what he wants, my title and all that goes with it. One lucky shot and it would be all his. I won’t do that to Mariah.” James removed his coat and rolled up his sleeves. “Your wife damn near burned me to death.” Charles whispered. “You can talk it seems. Then she didn’t do that much damage. Try to defend yourself.” James swung and connected with Charles narrow chin. “Son of a bitch.” Charles staggered back. “You’re crazy!” Timothy nodded. “You’ll not touch my sister again.”

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“You think she didn’t like it? They all like it.” Charles gripped the chair to stay standing. James grabbed Charles by the lapels and shoved him up against the bookcases. He landed punch after punch until his knuckles screamed, torn and bloody. Finally, Charles went limp. Then James let his worthless relation fall to the floor. Timothy went over to check. “Not dead.” James flexed his hand, and the pain stung him with triumphant satisfaction. While Charles deserved death for his offence, James didn’t trust him to act honourably in a duel. And if Mariah found out, she’d be upset. As confusing as things were between them, he wanted to keep her love and respect. “I wouldn’t give him the chance to kill me. Any second he chose would be as corrupt as he is.” “We’ll do the right thing. I’ll challenge him, and we’ll make sure he has no chance to hurt you,” Timothy suggested. “Mariah can blame me.” “No. A boat to America. Tie him up, sell him to a captain, and he’ll be shipped off before dinner.” James wanted Charles far away. “Ship him off as an indentured servant.” Timothy smiled. “Ingenious.” “I don’t care what excuse or act of bribery is required. I’ll have my footmen handle it.” James took rope from the drawer and bound Charles at the wrists and ankles. “Allow me. My brother is in the Navy. I need only get your cousin to a British Naval ship, and he’ll be delivered to my brother as a prisoner. We’ll make Charles disappear.” James liked the sound of that. “Thank you. I’m in your debt.” “Not at all. I admire your creative solutions to such matters. My sister seems very happy with you. While honour dictates a duel, I believe there is no sense in risking your neck for this man. He has shown no honour and would probably have you shot in the back by his second.” “That was precisely my opinion. But I won’t alarm Mariah with your absence. Write a letter to your brother and my man can take Charles to the port. He’ll hire enough guards to keep Charles unconscious.” As Timothy wrote, James noticed Charles begin to stir. A swift kick to the jaw ensured he’d be silent for a while longer. As much as James disliked violence, he knew when it was

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necessary. Stuffing Charles’ handkerchief in his mouth, James intended to make sure his man fully gagged Charles before their journey.

**** A quarter of an hour later, James and Timothy walked back to the hall where the incident had occurred. Luckily the doctor had arrived before Charles had done anything truly dangerous. Mariah had defended herself well, but the fear still gripped James. Mariah stood there smiling with her aunt. Her face turned serious as soon as she saw him. “Is everything all right?” “Fine. How is your cousin?” “Well. The doctor feels she overexerted herself. He suspects she might be in a delicate condition. Edmund is with her now.” Mariah looked to Timothy and back to James. “Where is Charles?” Her aunt fluttered her handkerchief nervously. “Disgraceful man. You’re lucky you didn’t faint from the shock of such behaviour, Mariah.” “Best I didn’t faint, given his flawed character.” Mariah rubbed her neck and squared her shoulders. “Did you send him away?” “Yes, my dear. You will not be troubled by him anymore, ever. I promise he is gone.” James wanted to hold her, reassure her privately. But just then they needed to be proper for their guests. Mariah would not appreciate a public coddling. “Thank you.” She eyed him uneasily. James tried to discern if she was concerned for Charles or distracted by her cousin’s pregnancy. The women were not competitive, but for Alice to have a baby, James knew it would weigh on Mariah. It was their duty. James hated the notion of a child being labelled a duty and an heir, a mere pawn for the power and games of adults. If he’d had a son now, would Charles have tried to kill him? Poison his mind against James? Mariah cleared her throat. “I think Alice needs to rest before dinner. We could all probably use a little rest after the excitement. There will be ample time to change. Hopefully Alice can join us for dinner.”

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“An excellent idea. Let her rest, and you should recover yourself. I’ll go tell the other guests. Don’t worry about a thing.” Her aunt made her way towards the main hall. Timothy bowed. “I’ll escort her. Excuse me.” Once he was gone, James wanted to hear the untamed version of the story, but his wife flew at him. He caught her as her arms wrapped around his neck. “Thank you,” she whispered and kissed him. “For what?” He carefully set her on her feet. “Not duelling. I couldn’t stand it if you were hurt.” “I’d have killed him. I have every right.” James would have little guilt in the matter. “I know. But if anything happened to you… Charles proved he is not to be trusted.” She kissed his neck. “You were right.” “You forget yourself, Mariah.” He offered his arm. “Let’s go change for dinner.” She took his arm but her smile vanished. “What happened to your hand?”

**** “Don’t upset yourself.” James closed the door to her bedchamber. “What did you do to make your knuckles bleed like that?” She pulled away the stained handkerchief and inspected his hand. “I simply taught Charles a lesson. He didn’t take the first suggestion well.” Mariah’s heart ached that he’d been hurt. Her skin tingled. It was a wife’s right to be concerned and upset. She led him to the basin and poured water over the wound. She soaked his hand and saw the damage better. All for her. “We’ll have the doctor bandage this properly before dinner. No one can eat with that bloody mess facing them.” She tugged off her dress and slid out of her chemise. “What are you doing?” he asked. “Changing for dinner. We have time and I’m overheated after all of this.” She splashed water on her neck. If James found her hard to resist, he said nothing. Mariah needed to be safe and close to him, nothing more. But his breeches spoke volumes about his reaction to her. “Am I troubling you?” she asked.

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“You can’t prance about naked.” He scowled. “Prance? It’s my bedchamber. You’re my husband. I’m sorry it distresses you so, but even the vicar can’t find fault with my need to cool down. This is not improper.” She cupped her hand in the water and let it fall over her neck and down her breasts. “It is not helping me to calm down. Dress yourself.” He pulled her hand from the water and shook off the excess. Mariah stepped into his path and let her hand cover the bulge in his breeches. Moving closer, she kissed him. “You defend my honour then deny me?” “We have little time,” he argued. Smiling, she freed his cock. “We need not do the elaborate rope and candle play every time, my lord. While I adore your extended attentions, sometimes circumstances demand a more direct approach.” Her pussy grew damp at her own bold suggestions. When they were alone she felt so safe and tempted. But now they had a house full of guests, and it added a challenge. She gently worked his sac with her fingers. In a flash, he grabbed her neck and pulled her in. Lifting her, he moved them so that her back rested against the wall. “Your hand,” she gasped. “Your needs first, Mariah.” He thrust into her. Mariah rode him, clinging to his form as he held her off the ground. Her legs curled around his waist naturally. The fighting had heated his blood, and Mariah held onto him, feeling the passion knot his muscles. She kissed his mouth as her nails dug into his shoulders. So fast, her body responded to him. He thrust harder and faster as though she’d be taken away. “I’m yours, James, forever.” She kissed him again, letting her tongue bait his. He pulled her down hard onto his erection. Mariah gave in fast. Her insides burst with the delicious pleasure he gave her. How she kept from shouting, she didn’t know. But when she felt James tensing, she held still, expecting him to pull free of her as he always did. Instead, he grunted and pinned her harder to the wall. The sensation of his powerful body trembling against hers made her shiver, as well. She could feel his pleasure, the satisfaction in him and the connection between them.

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Had she finally won him over to trust her and love her? “Thank you.” She pressed a kiss to his shoulder. James gasped and set her down. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have.” He closed his breeches and headed to the door that joined their chambers. “James.” She saw the dark cloud returned to his eyes as he left her alone. Ignoring her clothes on the floor, she picked up his blooded handkerchief and pressed it to her lips. He loved her. Even if he didn’t accept it or know it yet. What he’d done was not about merely honour, but love. She tucked the bloody token into her bedside table for safe keeping. Returning to her dressing table, she dipped a clean cloth into fresh water and dabbed her neck. James would come around in time. He had to. The business with Charles showed Mariah exactly how little information she possessed about her husband and his history. Perhaps the trouble between his father and Charles’ father made him distrust women? Unfortunately, the guests would prevent her from discovering more just yet. Mariah slipped on a dressing gown and rang for her maid. In the quiet, she prayed Alice had a healthy son. And then stopped short of wishing for her own child. James may have done what he’d not before, but he was not ready. Better to have no children than to have her son feel rejected by his father.

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Chapter Seven

Claiming business, James had ignored his wife for two days after the guests departed. They were together only at meals and barely spoke then. He felt her pain, saw it in her face, yet he had frustrations of his own. Feelings were something he’d shut down long ago. She stirred him sexually, and they were compatible. Logic agreed she made a good choice as a wife, yet she wanted his heart. Worse yet, she’d tempted him to flirt with the chance of an heir. He waited and wondered. Her confession of love told James he’d succeeded in making her his sexual submissive, mind and soul. He never expected it to stir his feelings so deeply and scare him so much. Her feelings were real and deep. He didn’t doubt them. The business with Charles united them, but there was more to the story he didn’t want to reveal. Still, during the day, she was mistress of the house. Confident and strong and organised. She’d have made any mother proud despite her unfortunately lax upbringing. If he hadn’t left that night, he’d have told her personal things, too. About his mother. His fears. His feelings. Control was safe. He didn’t want to expose himself and maybe scare her away. To show weakness might ruin what they’d created. He trusted her, with him and his lust. But his life, his children? Those were issues he’d have to face. She deserved it all, he knew, but part of him wondered if she simply was out to please him in bed. She wanted to cement her place in the family and do her duty. Any woman would. Yet he needed something more. There was no one left of his family except distant cousins he’d avoided. Mariah didn’t need to impress anyone. She would be the mother of the line, or it’d die out. Hasty decisions made James uneasy, but no amount of preparation could divine providence. Passing her bedchamber, he fought the urge to enter and demand silence, obedience and her body. Only then would they feel normal and content with each other again. He had every right. He knew she desired it. Yet he couldn’t do it.

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Entering his own room, he paced. The handle on the connecting door between their chambers turned, and James realised he’d not locked it. As long as he’d overlooked the lock, she had had access. Tonight, she’d decided to try it. Cautiously, Mariah entered, looking everywhere but at him. Her attire captivated James entirely. “What are you wearing?” The dress’ pattern seemed ordinary enough, but it was made of a thin lace. And his wife wore nothing beneath it nor over it. One pink nipple stood out against the threads. James fought the urge to devour her. “Like it?” She smiled and spun to show off the frock. “I made it myself. I never found embroidering cushions of much interest, but my governess said I’d always be able to make a respectable living as a dressmaker.” “Who saw you making this?” he demanded. “No one. If anyone asks, it’ll be a trim over my burgundy gown for Christmas. Would you prefer me clothed fully?” She stepped closer to him. His control slipped. “You’d better take that off before it’s ruined.” Mariah lifted one elegant shoulder. “If you wish to ruin a dress of expensive French lace, who am I to argue? I’ll make another. You may have cut off your affections and attention, but my generous spending has not been curtailed. I bought bolts of it.” Baiting him? The woman had nerve. All she’d really told him was she wanted attention. “Spend as you like. Money will not make you happy.” “I’ve always known that. You think we’re so different? Money could not bring my mother back or soothe that pain.” She climbed into his bed, raising the lace skirts with care, like a lady. “Your glass toys are enjoyable but no substitutes for the real thing. You and I are fated.” She sprawled there, his for the taking. Her pussy was lightly veiled by the lace. Her breasts strained for freedom--she’d made it tight by design. The cap sleeves left her arms bare, and the V-neck let him see her delicate skin and the curve of her cleavage. Below she was a sea of lace. He could rip it off her. James moved closer to the bed. He could leave it on her and enjoy her work.

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Kneeling on the bed, he pushed the lace skirt up to her thighs so he could kneel between her legs and get beneath the gauzy material. James rubbed the lace over her calves and up to her lush inner thighs. Mariah flushed. Her body was eager for his touch and tilted towards him. “Does it feel good, your naughty gown?” She nodded. “Delightful. But the lace is delicate. It’ll tear easily.” Exactly what she wanted, no doubt. “Don’t worry. I have other plans.” James climbed out of the bed and removed his clothing. Fully naked, he felt even more in command. Mariah’s bold move to enter pleased James, she’d come to him, exactly what he needed her to do. Growing hard, he watched her lying there, her attention on him. The woman thought she was safe, perhaps even that she’d won. “Roll over,” he said. Slowly, she turned over and stretched out on display. James returned to her on the bed, pulled her rear up so she knelt while her breasts pressed to the bed. “Stay like that.” She nodded. “You’ve forgotten yourself, Madam. Entering my bedchamber without invitation or permission. Commandeering my bed like an invading pirate.” His hand rubbed over her rear, letting the friction of the lace awaken her senses. Then he came down with a single slap. Mariah froze. After a moment, she recovered. “I’m sorry to intrude. I wanted to surprise you with my creation. It seemed inappropriate to walk the halls in it. Servants might see me like this. You don’t like it?” “I like it very much. However, that does not excuse the offence. You did not even take the trouble to knock.” He handed down another slap in the same spot. A soft groan escaped from her throat. “I daresay you’ll enjoy your punishment.” He dealt two more hard strikes and watched the hue of her skin change where his hand marked her. Already a good pink showed through the lace. “Such tender skin.” “I enjoy all of our contact.” She spread her knees a bit further apart. Instead of another smack, he rubbed the lace into the abused skin. Unable to resist, he leant down and gently bit her flesh through the lace.

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Her moan said it all, but James slid his hand beneath her skirts to test her. Wet and warm for him. She pressed back for more contact, but he pulled his hand away to keep her eager. With a final slap to her rear, he rolled her onto her back and ran his hands over her body, pressing the lace against her skin. “Please.” She reached her hands over her head. Rubbing hard over her breasts, James listened to her moan as she spread her legs open farther. Wanton and ready. He pressed on the lace around her pussy lips then teased over her most sensitive flesh. Biting her lip, Mariah’s breathing grew more rapid. Her arousal increased with every touch. He patted over her pussy, teasing her and wetting the lace. “I want you inside of me,” she said. “Of course, you do.” He pinched her outer lips together, covered in lace and her natural juices. “It’s about what I want.” She reached for his cock. “Tell me. I’ll do it. Anything. Your body wants to be inside mine. Why deny yourself as well?” The woman learnt fast, and their games would grow with time. He grabbed her wrist and held it up. Taking a candle off the bedside table, he drizzled wax down her arm. Mariah arched. “More, yes. Please don’t shut me out again.” Her lips trembled as though he’d dismiss her now. She had no idea how much of a hold she possessed over him, but she tried to tempt him. Her efforts touched and aroused him. James let drops of hot wax fall over her bare shoulder and down to her laced breast. Mariah flinched slightly when he let a drop splash close to her pink nipple, but then James saw a smile take its place. Mariah was learning and trusting him. He’d set the pace of her awakening and she’d kept up thus far. But he would not push too far, not with the chance she might be pregnant. Bringing the candle closer to her body, he headed down. Ignoring her other breast, he marked a trail down to her pussy. Her moans urged him on. He watched her face contort in pleasure.

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One large drop splattered above her thigh and James angled the candle down and centred it a few inches in. Her eyes stared at him in shock. He reached down and pressed her pussy lips together to protect the most delicate inner skin. “Let’s see if you trust me.” He let a single drop fall, and she made no move to flee. Her body tensed and a soft yelp came from her mouth. “Good!” He smiled at her. “Another?” “Please.” Her voice shook, but her hips lifted, pressing for more. James let several large drops coat her outer pussy. The curls quickly grew matted with wax. His wife only groaned for more. “Please!” She writhed in his bed. Blowing out the candle, he knew she needed a little more of a connection. “Tonight will be long. Patience.” He pressed the hot tip of the candle to her hip. Mariah gasped. “James!” Her hands flew down to hold his arm so he didn’t remove the candle. James smiled to himself as he released her. He’d only begun to tease her tonight.

Mariah trembled as the wax cooled and hardened on her skin. Things stilled for a moment as she looked up at her husband. He seemed to be testing her physical endurance, pain, and overall tolerance. It stimulated her and made their sex much more enjoyable, yet he held back somehow. She saw it in his eyes. He denied both of them something. Reaching out a wax spotted arm, she closed her hand around James’ thick cock. She’d dreamt of him in her days of exile, that he would take her and fully complete the act. “You haven’t had enough?” he asked. She shook her head. “We’ve only begun. Take me.” His eyes darkened as his rough hand grabbed her breast and pulled on the lace until it ripped. James nipped and sucked the exposed flesh. Mariah pressed up for more, running her fingers through his hair as he licked her nipple until she moaned. Her pussy craved more than wax. She kept her legs spread to draw it out. She needed him to bring her to release. Her own fingers could do it, but the pleasure never felt as strong as when he commanded her body.

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When she tried to push his head lower onto her body, he shook her off and pushed his hand to her sex. Three fingers filled her so swiftly she gasped, digging her nails into his scalp. “Please use your cock.” He bit her nipple until she groaned in defeat. He’d have her any way he wanted, but it felt so good she couldn’t protest. Rocking her hips to meet his fingers, she nearly lost control when his thumb rubbed in her folds and teased her clit. “I won’t last.” Maybe she released too fast because of her inexperience? Was timing keeping him from proper marital relations? “Come for me, don’t wait. Not now.” He spread his fingers inside her, and Mariah gave into the pulsing. When he pressed on her clit, she flew into the eye of a pleasure storm. Her world swirled and rocked. Clinging to him, she wanted to feel him go wild in her arms. She screamed his name and panted like an animal. “More, please! I want you inside of me,” she begged. Shifting his weight, James lined up on top of her, and Mariah hoped he’d found whatever he needed. “You want me?” He rubbed his cock between her legs. “All of you.” “You want my children?” he asked. “Yes. How can I prove it?” She wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist, as though she could hold him. Something deep in him doubted—her, himself, their marriage? He shared so little, yet she felt the wound in him. “Please, James.” He pressed his forehead to hers and slowly eased his cock inside her. With each thrust, his pace increased. Mariah floated in the feel of him consuming her. The added sting of wax in her hair pulled as James moved in her. He held her so tight she felt truly a part of him. He was her other half, whatever they had to face. Her pussy tightened around him each time he entered, and the increasing force seemed to make him thrust harder. “Yes, more. I need you.” Grinding their bodies together, he pressed her deeper into the mattress. He filled her like no finger could and aroused the way no toy did. The release took hold, and she bucked up against him, screaming his name and scratching at his back like a cat.

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“Damn!” he cursed. Mariah held on as James shook and thrust harder. When he stopped, buried deep in her, she felt the change in him. He shouted her name and fell silent. Unable to resist, she kissed him. When he tried to pull away, she groaned. “No, stay. This feels so right.” “I’m crushing you. I should’ve had better control. It was a mistake.” He rolled away, lying next to her. The tears formed, but she brushed them away. Why? Why was this man so confusing? In all household matters, he respected her. He listened when she talked and had even taken a few of her ideas about the home and stables. Yet not in bed. She enjoyed the submissive intercourse but why? “Why the limitations and distance?” she asked. “What?” He climbed out of bed. “I gave you a preview before our engagement. You married me anyway. I control our intercourse. You enjoy it. Don’t play the victim.” “I don’t mean that. I do enjoy it. But why do you refuse to do what might bring a child? One time you give in then push me away. It makes no sense, not wanting an heir.” “In time.” “You don’t want my body to change?” She refused to let the topic drop. “That’s not the issue.” “You fear Charles will harm an heir?” Her voice cracked with the same fear. “It’s not that. I’ve dealt with Charles, but he has sisters, and there are no guarantees. An heir in time. You’re young.” He wrapped a robe around him and sat in the large chair. “Let’s enjoy this time.” “But you don’t. You just put more distance every time I enjoy it.” She sat up and rubbed her eyes. “Once I heard my brothers talking about some French things they could use to prevent children. If all you want is to delay, why not get some of those? Use them, and we can still enjoy it fully. It’s so glorious to feel you.” “Your brothers should’ve been more discreet. You are far too informed for your own good.”

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“My intelligence is a problem now? My brothers were older. They should’ve used those things before they ruined a few of my governesses. I was the unexpected child, and often, they thought I was not paying attention. I never quite fit in. My mother…” Mariah paused. Could that be it? Her mother had died in childbirth. Did James fear she’d die and take his heir with her? Was all this wax and spanking to build up her strength rather than give her pleasure? “What’s the matter? Put on your robe.” James nodded to her garment on the floor. She shook her head. Everyone knew about her mother. He’d have known before they married. Before the stables. Maybe he didn’t enjoy it as she did. Maybe he only wanted to condition her to produce several heirs. He had little family left. Maybe he wanted an army of sons and her mother had been done in at four healthy males and one scrawny girl who had barely survived. “Are you ill?” Sadness, shame and humiliation filled her. “I’m well. I’m sorry I disappointed you. I will not bother you again.” Her words were no longer filled with playful begging or the lustful needs of release as before. Nor did she explode in a fit of temper or hysteria. She remained poised and ladylike as she climbed out of his bed and wrapped herself up, covering the torn lace, wax and teeth marks he’d left her with. Mariah headed for the door and paused. Turning to him, she said, “I assure you I am strong and healthy enough to give you an heir or four. Maybe it was my mother’s limit, but if I die with number five, you can always marry again. I’m not afraid of childbirth. No amount of wax or flogging will change providence.” She swung the door open with anger and closed it hard behind her. Locking the door, she propped the chair there just in case. Pulling off the robe and lace, she shoved the lace garment in the very back of her wardrobe. With her delicate sewing shears, she trimmed the wax from between her legs. She’d never conceived of using her hand mirror thus, but James had marked her and it no longer felt intimate or endearing. It felt as if she’d been branded like a sheep whose wool did not measure up.

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He could keep his children and rough intercourse. She’d survive like most other wives, taking pride in running her home and doing charitable work. It filled her days already. She’d have to grow accustomed to the glass toys to fill her lonely nights. Washing her face, Mariah knew she’d never sleep—especially not with James pacing in the next room. She listened to him walk for a moment. Mariah needed a release, not a sexual one but to burn off the excess frustration. She only knew of one ladylike way. After digging out an old, dark-blue dress, she pulled it on, ignoring a chemise. She pulled on her riding boots and headed out through the main doors quietly. She snuck to the stables and let the familiar surroundings soothe her. Inhaling the fresh night air, she realised that the walk alone had done her good. James could hold back all he liked. Lord of the Manor, Master of the House, Earl of Montford but she’d confessed her heart, her fears and her needs to him. If he regretted their marriage, he could blame her. Finding her saddle, she paused and listened—sure she’d heard something in the distance. Locating her new mare, a gift from James, she ignored her heart pounding. She still loved him, she knew it. Her family were romantics. Her father had never remarried because of his love for her mother. He’d spoiled Mariah because she looked like her mother. Even never having met her mother, she saw the love that had created her every day of her childhood in her father’s smile. She wanted that in her marriage, believed she’d found it with James. She’d been a fool, and now, she’d suffered the consequences. Mariah would find a way to deal with her new life and be content. Her stomach fluttered, and she desperately hoped she wasn’t with child. Now, she simply could not handle that as well.

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Chapter Eight

James strode to the stables after her. No woman had ever spoken to him like that. There was no temper tantrum or whining, no manipulation or coaxing from her, only honest truth. She was dead wrong. He had to show her how wrong before it ate him alive. However, she believed herself correct, and to her credit, the logic was sound. He’d never connected his reluctance to get her with child to her mother’s death. James knew the real reason. His own family demons made hers look like a garden party. The view of her saddling her own mare like a servant in an old dress shamed and infuriated him. “You will not run home to your uncle or father.” He pulled the saddle off the horse and tossed it aside. Mariah had connections and appreciated her good fortune. But James refused to let her slip from his life because of his family’s failings. Mariah glared at him as though he were a simpleton. “I’m not running away. I need a ride. I’m too upset to sleep.” She reached for the saddle, but he blocked her. “Truthfully?” he asked. She looked him in the eye. “I don’t lie, sir. I made my choice, and I’ll live with it. Make an heir at your leisure. I’ll run the house, do charity work and ride my horse. I’ll not bother you any further.” “You are wilful and stubborn.” He studied her beautiful features. “Both. Very. My father indulged me. My brothers taught me bad things without knowing it. However, I’ll not disgrace you. You have my word on that account. Are we agreed?” She extended her hand. “No, not at all.” He folded his arms. “I don’t give a damn about your mother.” His heart tore at the idea of losing Mariah. “That will not be you. I won’t have it.” She smiled softly. “Some things are beyond even your control.” “I do not wish for countless heirs. One heir and one daughter will suit me fine.” He took a step closer. “You are nothing like my mother.” Mariah frowned. “Are you insulting me?”

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“No. My mother had one child, and it weakened her. She rarely left the house. My father died when I was six. My grandfather decided then I should not live with my mother or him so he sent me to a boarding school to toughen me up so I would not be weak like my father, his only son. Keeping me alive was the only concern.” “And he brought your mother to live with him and got her some medical attention? He sounds curt but practical. One must protect the family.” She took a step closer. James shook his head. “He did not bring my mother. He sent her to live at Bath. She had care, paid expenses but no contact with me. My father died in a duel over my mother with Charles’ father. I found out eventually they both had pursued her before she chose and was married. My grandfather didn’t trust her. He wanted me safe and away from her.” The tension built in him. He’d never told anyone these things. “I’m so sorry.” Mariah’s hand pressed to his neck and eased his pain. “My grandfather was practical, but he was also cruel. He wanted to control me and keep me in good health. In truth, he never approved of my mother. Not that he would shirk his duties, but every time I asked to go and see her, he had reasons why I could not. Special lessons, trips abroad, anything to keep me occupied. He did not think much of women. My mother died before I came of age. I should have found a way. But I didn’t know all the family secrets about her until I was older.” “You were a child, James. She was the adult. Men hold the power, but she could’ve left Bath to visit you once a year. Was she so bedridden she could not muster the strength to visit her own son?” “She was weak in mind and body. Not one visit. I should’ve gone to visit her.” “And risk your grandfather’s wrath? While you were under age? You had to protect yourself. She should’ve found a way to stay with you even if she and your grandfather didn’t get along. Assuming she didn’t fall in with Charles’ side of the family. As your father’s widow, she deserved some consideration from him.” Mariah pressed to him, her soft hands embracing him. “I’m sorry,” he whispered. “It’s not your fault.” Mariah kissed him. He pulled away. “I meant about you. It’s my fault. I feared that if I died young, Charles could swoop in and pressure you. I needed to know you’d be strong. You’d be loyal. Even

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after the Charles business, I don’t want my son to be treated like a commodity. The heir who should be locked away for safety.” “No one would separate me from my children for one second. I’d whip them to death with my riding crop first. I know what it’s like to not have a mother. My children will never be ignored or sent away.” Her face went stern with resolve. There was no humour in her statement. Her earnest tone relieved him. She didn’t want children out of duty but out of her own need to be the mother she’d lost. Even if the law wasn’t on her side, stubborn will and providence were. “I believe you would. Forgive me for confusing you. I mixed fear, trust and our bedchamber play inappropriately. I should have been clear.” “Life is rarely clear. Your mother may have been so ill she could not leave once she was at Bath. That’s quite a trip itself. If her condition had worsened, it may have been beyond her control. But I have my father and my brothers, family to stand by me even if I were that ill. They’d protect my interests and my children. I have no doubt of that. I was not raised to value an heir like a prize pony. I’ll coddle them until they leave home.” Still, she tried to comfort him and make excuses for his mother. He pulled her tight to him. “I don’t hate my mother. I only wish she’d have tried. You’re so strong and bold. I should never have doubted you.” “If you truly wish to wait before we have children, I’m sure you can obtain some of those French Letters in London. We can wait for the children, but I won’t wait for you.” He nodded. “Or we could have two children young and use those items to avoid additional. I will not lose you.” He framed her face with his hands. “And the sex was not a test or trial of my strength?” Roaming his hands down her body, he discovered no undergarments. “You are my wife. The sex was amazing and nothing to do with our family situation. But your state of dress is indiscreet. I wanted to see your will, your strength. It was the wrong way to do it. But you responded to me. I couldn’t stop.” She smiled. “No one looks under my dress but you. I never asked you to stop. You seemed to keep back at times. You never wanted to be inside of me. I didn’t understand.” Chuckling, he lifted her skirt to expose her to the cool air. “I wanted to. More than you know, more than I knew. You broke me tonight.”

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“You broke me before our wedding night. I was ruined for any other man. If you’d jilted me—” James smacked her bottom. “Never. Never any other man. You’re mine. Say it.” “You’re mine.” Her eyes glinted with mischief and love. He slapped her bottom harder. “Do not test me, wife.” “I’m yours. Perhaps I won’t need a ride tonight after all.” She released him and put her mare back in its stall. “No, you’ll ride, but it will not require a horse. First, I have a gift for you.” He went into the back where the stable master kept the expensive equipment. It’d arrived yesterday, and James had been waiting for the proper moment. Carrying the box over to her, he set it on the ground. “A small token.” Instead of rushing to open it, she kissed him hard. “Thank you.” “You haven’t yet seen it. You might hate it.” “But I’ll still love you.” She knelt down and opened it. “Good heavens. It’s exquisite.” He helped her lift the heavy saddle made of the finest leather up onto the stall so she could properly admire it. He’d ordered it personally. “It’s perfect. So expensive.” Her hand went slowly over her new married initials engraved in the saddle. In a flurry, she turned and kissed him. Her arms curled around his neck as she deepened the kiss, her eager tongue curling to him with determination. “There’s more in the box.” She’d missed the more intimate gift. Mariah bent down and dug in the bottom of the large box. Standing slowly, she inspected the flogger wrapped in the same rich leather from which the saddle was made. “What’s this for exactly?” James inspected the work. Perfect. It had his initials carved in it and when he used it, the mark would please them both. “It’ll hurt less than a riding crop. You have a more tender hide than a horse. I have a deerskin sheath to put over it to begin. In time, you’ll want the harsher leather.” He took it from her and smacked it on his hand. He found the deerskin cover in the box and put it on. Mariah flinched at the sound. “So we’re still playing at our intercourse?” “Play is not the right word. It’s simply what we enjoy. You obey.”

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“Yes. And you’ll still tie me up at times?” She blushed as though they’d be overheard. “Often, in fact. You are quite strong and limber. I can’t let you escape.” “How else will I earn my punishments?” She ran her hands over the leather tool then took James’ hand. “Thank you. You’re going to spoil me if you’re not careful.” “You’ve already spoilt me. And I did nothing to deserve it. I’ll make it up to you, and never keep anything from you again. I love you.” He captured her mouth and pulled her tightly to him, letting the flogger fall to the ground. Mariah wrapped her arms around his waist as her mouth tried to reply, but under his affection, she had no chance. His tongue fenced with hers as he moulded their bodies together and tugged the dress up her body. She was his wife, things were settled, and he could properly take her in the barn the way he’d wanted to the night she’d proposed and he’d initiated her into his world.

The heat of him rushed through her. James loved her. It was no game, no trick, no endurance test to bear his child before he ran off to a mistress in London. Their unique sexual connection was no ruse either. Things would only grow more intense and interesting. James worked her dress up until she had to release him to be naked. He pulled it over her head. “Apparently, I need to increase your funds so you may have sufficient undergarments and get rid of worn old frocks. I only want to see the best on you. Maybe we need a trip to London before the winter to have things made especially.” Smiling, she contemplated protesting, but if he wanted to spend money on her, she’d never argue. “I think we’ll need a larger candle budget, as well, seeing as you are so fond of abusing them.” “I am? My dear, you are the one with wax—” He reached between her legs and stopped. “What have you done?” “You were quite thorough, my lord. I did not want any servants to see. Short of a hot bath, shearing it off was the only logical thing to do.” His close attention to her made Mariah shiver. No one had ever taken such note of her. “It will grow back.” “No doubt.” His fingers massaged her thoroughly. Gasping, Mariah widened her stance. “Are you displeased?” She tried not to sound hopeful.

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“Under the circumstances, no. But next time, you’ll have to entrust the shears to me. Or I may use a straight blade.” Her body tightened at the thought of him doing such intimate things to her. Then she realised he still had on all his clothes. “You want me to catch a cold?” Mariah tugged his shirt from his breeches, wanting his body heat. Shrugging off his coat, James made no objection as she stripped him to his shoes. When he stood naked, his erection straining towards her, she felt at ease. Mariah let her hands trace over his muscled chest and arms before heading down to his stomach. “Whatever will we do now to keep warm?” she asked. James dug a hand into her long hair and tugged, leading her down to her knees. Mariah kissed him as she went. Her tongue darted and coaxed his cock. “Please, let me,” she said. James only nodded. Sighing in relief, Mariah kissed his sac before dragging her tongue up the length to the tip. Her hands refused to be still, as one cupped his sac while the other squeezed the base of his shaft. Hungrily, she sucked the tip in her mouth, working it over with her tongue. His cock pulsed in her hands as she encircled the head with her lips. “I missed you.” He released her hair. “As did I you. To be given such wondrous pleasures and to have them taken away. No glass toy can inspire such feelings.” She kissed along his length. “But if you’re good, when we’re in London, I might obtain another toy for you. A local merchant keeps a selection.” He reached down and retrieved the flogger. Glancing up, she saw the corners of his mouth turned up ever so slightly. “You’re too generous. So many gifts when I only need you.” Mariah returned to the tip of his cock and started to swallow him slowly. He was so long, she wasn’t sure how much she could take, but she wanted it all. James grunted. “Watch yourself. Don’t you dare choke. There’s no shame in starting slow and learning, training your body. That’s why I got the deerskin for you. It’s a soft sting compared to the real sharp leather you’ll grow to love.” Releasing him finally, Mariah kissed his stomach. “Thank you. There’s no rush, except I want it.” She nipped and tongued at his shaft, so curious.

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“We have forever to explore all of this. Enjoy each experience, and be grateful.” He tapped her lightly on the rear with the flogger. She grinned up at him. “I am most gratefully, my lord. But you used more force with your bare hand. Must I anger you to get what I need?” “Not at all. I’m merely letting you grow accustomed to the feel while servicing me. You must not bite down when you’re struck or you’ll have no children ever.” “I’d never hurt you.” She kissed the tip of his cock. “Not intentionally, but every new experience must be viewed with caution as well as pleasure. We could both be hurt if we do not take our time and be deliberate. Understand?” Mariah nodded. “I’ve been reckless and forward.” “As have I. My passion for you is too strong to control. But now that we understand one another, we can build gradually.” He swung the flogger with slightly more force. Mariah noticed how her body responded. She could easily bite down if not aware. He had to trust her as much as she trusted him. That fact aroused her even more and was empowering even as she obeyed. “Thank you.” She sucked the length of him in as far as comfortable and pulled back a little. Kissing and licking, she paid attention to him as well. When his muscles shifted, she prepared herself and each blow added to her pleasure as she serviced him. Increasing her pace, Mariah noted that James employed the flogger more and more until he finally froze. One hand dropped the toy and gripped her hair, pulling her back slightly. Unwilling to let go of her prize, she kept her lips pressed to the tip as he released the reward. She drank it like honey as her husband groaned and cursed. Mariah licked up every bit and looked up at him. “More,” she demanded. He chuckled. “Patience. Stand up.” She obeyed and watched James drape a horse blanket over the wooden slates of the stall. “Come here.” He lined her up about two feet from the stall and leaned her torso in so her breasts pressed to the scratchy blanket and her arms held onto the top. Then he spread her legs wide so she felt slightly off balance. “Don’t move your feet. If it’s too much say roses.”

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“Roses?” She frowned. “I’ll know you mean it then. When you say please, it could be please stop or please don’t. If you’re annoyed with me you might scream that I’m mean. But you might not want me to really stop. Roses means stop immediately. No questions. Trust me, it might be useful someday.” It made sense. If she said don’t, it could mean don’t stop as well. “I understand.” She held on and waited. James retrieved his toy and rubbed it on her rear. The soft leather made her moan. Then a sudden but gentle crack made her tense. A few seconds later, he struck her other cheek with equal force. Mariah hummed and hugged the stall, angling her bottom for more exposure. In short order, James added five more smacks to each cheek then stopped. Mariah felt a warmth as the cool air surrounded her skin, tingling. Without a new contact, the ache set in. “More,” she begged. “I’ll not damage your skin. You don’t know your limits just yet. It’s a good start.” “One more, please. I’m so tense.” James gave her one more, and it made her eyes well up and her insides tighten. “Thank you.” “Stand up straight.” Mariah straightened and dizziness took over. She hadn’t realised how much she’d been leaning on the stall. Her breasts were pink from rubbing the blanket. Had it been the wood she’d have had splinters. Her balance returned and blood flow evened out so she took a deep breath. Her bottom stung deliciously. “Turn around,” he said. A new challenge. Her calves had strained to keep her feet planted. Slowly, she shifted her weight and moved one foot and then the other. Soon she faced him with a satisfied smile. “Did I do tolerably well for my first time?” she asked. James dropped the toy and moved into her space, kissing her madly. Mariah clung to him, more comfortable than the wood stall and fitted her body to his, eager for more. His erection pulsed for her. She’d pleased him one way. Now, there would be more.

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His hands slid around to her buttocks, the disciplined skin so tender that she gasped in anticipation. “Relax, all you must do now is ride.” He lifted her up and pulled her close. Instinctively, she wrapped her legs around his waist as he lowered her. His cock pressed for entry, and her body clung to him, giving herself to him. “Ride?” she asked. He urged her with his hands. “I won’t let you saddle me if that’s your plan.” Pulling her body tight to him, she rocked, fucking herself on him. His hands held her steady but let her set the pace. Mariah felt the natural rhythm between them. Riding her wild beast without a saddle was much better. She rode as fast as she could. Her body squeezed around him, again and again. She drove him in, and her body clung for more. Then James’ hips flexed in time, pushing more of her, thrusting faster. The release hit her like twenty of his floggers, sending her into spasms as she held tight, refusing to let him escape her. He held her tightly, howling her name as he poured into her. Shuffling for balance, James gripped her rear, and Mariah gasped. Turning so he could lean on the stall, he caught his breath and moved his hand. “So sorry, I didn’t mean to do that.” “I do not recall uttering roses.” She bit his lower lip. Kissing his wife, James gently slid his other hand up to her disciplined rear. Mariah arched and ground her hips down on him harder. “Perhaps we should continue this in my bedchamber?” “I agree. You’ve been far too free tonight. A contained space where I can restrain you is called for now.” Detangling from him, Mariah stood on her own two feet again. She bent down and retrieved the flogger. “Don’t forget my present.”

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