Chapter Five

 

 

Dinner that night was eaten in silence and later, after they had gone upstairs he came to her room. The massage was carried out rather roughly as he squeezed and flicked her nipples.

“You hurt me this afternoon,” she said. “I do not really think that was warranted. You did not explain that you consider the garden to be part of the house.”

“It is all my property, as you are” he replied. “Now kneel down. I have told you before that I will not have my decisions questioned.” With that he forced his erect penis between her lips and this time he was not going to permit her to control the movements. He pushed it in and out of her mouth in the same way as in her vagina. In a series of short sharp jabs he hit the back of her throat and she felt as if she were choking. She tried to pull away but he held her shoulders and continued to push in and out. Her mouth ached and she wanted to close it.

“Be careful with your teeth” he ordered. The tears welled in her eyes and knowing that she had enough he decided to finish it. His mind rapidly weighed up whether or not to withdraw before coming but a combination of desiring her complete submission, his lust, and the fact that he had withheld his climax in the afternoon, he gave one more thrust and gushed into her mouth. She was overcome with nausea and pulling away from him, rushed to the bathroom and was violently sick. When she came out, pale and shaken, he had retired to his own room.

In the morning she told the maid that she did not want breakfast but facing him was only deferred for as long as it took him to eat his meal. Then he came to give her the cold water treatment which was carried out in silence.

A week or two went by and relations between them were still rather strained. True she responded well to the Sunday sessions but this was only because her sexual urges had been aroused although she could not recapture the slight feeling of affection she had once begun to feel for him.

Occasionally they gave small dinner parties for a few friends or business acquaintances of his. There were never more than eight guests but she and the cook discussed the menus with care and he was usually quite pleased with her efforts. Secretly he was pleased to have the opportunity to show off his beautiful wife.

On one particular occasion she chose an ivory satin dinner gown and when she came out of her room he felt almost overwhelmed by her beauty.

“Come in here” he said, leading her into his room. He opened a drawer and took out a velvet case. She opened it and gasped with pleasure at the perfectly matched pearl necklace and earrings which it contained. “They are beautiful” she exclaimed, going to the mirror and putting on the earrings. “Thank you so much.” He took the necklace from her and after fastening it, kissed the back of her neck.

“Not as beautiful as you” and for the first time in his life, although he had said this to other women, he actually meant it.

After dinner, he placed the port and cigars on the table and Jane rose to show the ladies to the drawing room. Making sure that everyone was settled comfortably he said to the guests in both rooms

“Will you please excuse us for a few minutes?” He ushered her out and into his study and she wondered what was coming now. He looked at her and said, rather bashfully for him,

“You look so desirable I cannot wait until bedtime.”

He was standing by his desk and he held out his hand and she went over to him. He raised the front of her skirt and the sight of her naked flesh above the silk stockings inflamed him even more. He went to push her back across the desk.

“My gown.” she protested.

“Lift it up at the back, come, I will help you spread it out so that it will not crease.” As he raised her up and laid her back she could feel the cool green leather and the mahogany beneath her buttocks. It felt strange but not unpleasant and the thought flashed into her head that she was beginning to acquire his penchant for sex in peculiar places. He had no lubricant in this room but pulling out his chair, sat down and started to kiss her vulva. Her face was slightly flushed from the wine and the effects of that, his kiss and the touch of cool leather made her welcome him.

He placed her feet on two chairs, spreading her legs wide apart and entered her. For all his eagerness to possess her, he moved in and out with steady unhurried strokes. She felt her hair becoming unpinned and it cascaded down the back of the desk.

“I could do this all night.” he murmured.

“You had better not, think of our guests.”

“I cannot finish this quickly,” he said. “We will postpone it until later.” And she, thinking of the possibility of her dress becoming stained, agreed.

She hastily pinned up her hair, they straightened their clothes and returned to the dining room and drawing room respectively. This enforced break was in a way opportune, for had they had to be together immediately, they felt that the guests would have known what had been happening. They tried not to catch each other’s eye but neither could wait for the guests to depart. She knew how he was feeling but was somewhat surprised by her own reactions.

The guests gone, they went upstairs, she wondering if it was all going to be spoiled by the ridiculous rituals. This time she need not have worried. He crossed over to her, undid the back of her dress, kissing her all the way down her back, then he helped her out of it and she stood naked in front of him, wearing only the pearls. She pulled the pins from her hair and for a moment he just stood and looked at her. Then he lifted her up and carried her to the bed and shedding his own clothes lay down beside her.

Gently he caressed and kissed her breasts but this was not like the nightly massage. Then he kissed her all the way down her body and from her feet rested at her vulva and let his tongue move gently over it. This was starting to give her the same sensation as she felt with his Sunday fingering and she felt her passion rising to fever pitch and then suddenly while his tongue was still in her she started to come. He went on until she had finished and then stopped and moved up ready to enter her.

“Wait.” she said and half wondering why she was doing this but feeling compelled to do so, she slid down the bed and started to kiss his penis. After the unpleasant episode of a few weeks ago, he had never dreamt that she would do this of her own volition.

“My darling,” he gasped. “Oh my darling.” and stroked her hair as her tongue continued to linger over him. She took care to touch all the places she knew that he liked. She licked and probed with her tongue until he could bear it no longer. “Quickly, my darling, I must have you,” he said and pulling her to him, entered her and came instantly.

From then on relations between them seemed to be less strained. He still insisted on the morning and nightly rituals but she was learning to tolerate them and their Sundays seemed to draw them closer together. She felt that she quite enjoyed the discipline as long as it stayed within the present bounds, which she felt, at times, was just play-acting.

A few weeks later they received news that her father was very ill. The journey to Chester was a nightmare for she was frantic to see her father again before he died. They arrived in time and she went straight to him, thankful that he could still recognise her and, just before midnight, he finally closed his eyes. She was distraught and after they had driven back to the hotel which Edward had booked directly they reached the city, exhausted with the journey and weeping, she slept for a good twelve hours. During this period Edward was kindness itself, making all the necessary arrangements. They decided to stay in Chester until after the funeral rather than make the long journey two or three times. He insisted that the nightly routines were still carried out but to be fair to him both were for much shorter periods. In a way he felt guilty about insisting on maintaining them but he felt that if he did not it would be a show of weakness and she may consider that they would not be resumed.

Her father’s solicitor contacted them making an appointment to see Jane. Edward was in the room and after formalities had been exchanged, the solicitor requested that he be left alone with Jane.

“What concerns my wife, concerns me,” Edward said.

The solicitor replied firmly “I’m afraid not. What I have to say to Mrs. Lindsay is entirely confidential. Now please leave us for a little while.” Edward went but it was obvious by his look that he was not well pleased. The solicitor explained to Jane that her father had left her a small legacy from the residue of the estate once the debts had been settled and that he and her father had ensured that the legalities had been carried out in such a way that no one but herself could touch the money.

“But I thought that a wife’s property also belonged to her husband.” Jane queried.

“Usually, but your father wanted for reasons of his own to avoid this, so much attention has been given to the setting out of the document.” As he looked at her pale and unhappy face, he felt that perhaps it was as well that his old and valued client had insisted on this.

The funeral over they made the long journey back home and when they reached there she was quite ill. The Doctor was called in.

“There is nothing physically wrong with her” he pronounced “but she loved her father very much and this loss has upset her badly. She must have complete rest for at least two week.” And then, almost as if he knew instinctively Edward’s character, he added “and I mean complete rest.”

She stayed in her room for the first week with just light meals being brought to her and gradually, having spent many hours sobbing, she felt as if the pain of the grief was a little easier. During the second week she took short strolls round the garden. Sometimes Edward accompanied her but did not attempt to make any demands or question her. Towards the end of the week she once more took her meals in the dining room.

By half way through the third week he was becoming impatient and queried “Do you think you are now well enough to resume our normal rituals?”

Knowing that she could postpone these for no longer, she replied with a sigh “I think so.”

That night he came to her room and as he undid her night dress, commented

“Your breasts are smaller again, the meagre diet and lack of attention has allowed them to almost revert to their original size. Now we shall have to work hard to regain the size and sensitivity necessary to both of us. Now lie down.” and he massaged her breasts, sucked and manipulated her nipples for a good half hour.

She still felt emotionally drained from her recent bereavement but as his proceeded she felt the old sensation stir within her.

“I should like to resume intercourse; would you be willing?” She was not very happy about it but knew that if she protested he would take her anyway and probably not with so much consideration. He reached for the lubricant knowing that in her present state she would hardly be ready for him without some assistance and as she had undergone so much recent trauma, he had no wish to add to it. He took her fairly gently and as he had been so long without her and had resisted his usual instinct to visit a brothel, he reached his climax fairly quickly. Then he asked gently

“Would you like me to stay with you?”

Not wanting to be alone with her grief any longer she whispered “yes please” and eventually feeling some comfort, she went to sleep in his arms.

In the morning she thought to herself ‘he can be kind if he wants to be’ but these thoughts were nullified later when the cold water treatment and subsequent swishing took longer than usual.

Later in the day he asked if she would like to take a holiday but she declined saying that she still felt weary and too sad to really appreciate it but thanked him for his kind thought.

A fortnight later he decided to vary the Sunday morning procedure. When she entered his room he announced “Today, I think we will play a game.” He had heard the servants leave and knew that the house was completely empty. Her spirits were a little lighter now and she thought that she may as well participate in anything he wished to try. They removed their robes and he went to the cupboard.

“I want you to run through the house and I will run after you and every time I catch up with you I will give you a stroke of the cane.” This suggestion seemed ridiculous to her but she thought it could prove to be quite fun.

She turned and ran and the sight of her once again swollen breasts oscillating as she ran aroused him rapidly. Every few yards the cane struck her buttocks and she ran through all the rooms in the house until finally they stopped in the basement kitchen, both out of breath.

“You cheated” she laughed. “That was more than the usual number of strokes.”

He turned her round and inspected her fiery bottom

“Yes, but they are not very evenly distributed,” and he picked up the cane and gave her twenty more strokes across the other cheek. Then seeing a maid’s apron hanging on a hook, he said “Put this on and we’ll continue this game as master and servant.” The white starched apron felt cold against her naked flesh and as he turned her round to do up the bow at the back, he was more than pleased with the contrast of her red bottom against the white linen. Then he turned her round, pushed the top half of the apron between her breasts and took hold of her nipples.

“They are nice and hard.” he commented “and I expect that you are also sufficiently wet. Now don’t forget you are the maid.” He forced her back across the scrubbed wooden table. He turned up the apron to expose her cleft which also covered her face. He took her hand and made her grasp his erect phallus. “Do you know what this is?” he asked.

She, duly remembering the game, replied “No Sir.”

“Well, it’s called The Maid’s Delight” he said.

She had now entered into the spirit of it and said in a mock cockney accent “What’s it for, Sir?”

“It’s used to give maids a good hard fucking’ he replied, “and that’s what you are going to get now.” He placed each foot on a wooden chair, stood between them and thrust his penis hard into her.

She, now amused by the game, said “Cor blimey, Sir, it’s better than my ‘arry’s.”

“Good.” he said. “Have some more,” and went on thrusting. Suddenly it ceased to be a game and for both of them the passion had reached its peak and they came together. “Well, that game did not last very long” he said.

“No, but this table is hard” she replied.

“Just like something else” he said with a laugh. He helped her up and inspected her still red buttocks once more. “You have no idea what that does to me, that rosy glow is more valuable to me than all the rubies in the world.”

After lunch he said “I think we will go back to the bedroom, that kitchen table was a hard enough surface for one day so we will dispense with the sitting room floor.” This time they went to her bedroom and he went through to his own to fetch the cane again.

“Don’t you think I have had enough of that for one day?” she queried. When he was in this mood he did not mind her questioning him.

“Well, I thought I would just warm it up a little,” he said. “I love to feel those red hot buttocks and you know that it makes you wet. Now bend over.” This time, before they lay down he fetched some soothing lotion and began to gently massage the effects of the cane. As he did so and his hand neared the parting between them, he could not but wonder how she would react to anal intercourse. Perhaps his movement could just test her without his saying anything. He put more lotion onto one finger and started to slowly introduce it into the opening between her cheeks.

She jumped. “My God, what are you doing?” she gasped. “Surely you are not proposing to push your phallus into there, I could not stand it.” Her protestation nearly brought his own insistence to the surface but something held him back. This was no whore to treat in this fashion. It was his wife and for once in his life his sensitivities overcame his lust. He could not possibly violate and tear that young, tender treasure which lay before him.

“No, my dear, I assure you I will not do that. Bent over there you looked so inviting, that I thought, well, just one finger. Would you agree to that?”

“Do you promise it will be no more?” she begged.

“I promise.” He rubbed in more lotion and very gently inserted his finger to its full length. Although it excited him, it did nothing for her but she gritted her teeth and endured it. He moved in and out slowly and gently then he withdrew it and went to wash. Thankfully she rolled over on the bed. He came out of the bathroom and lay down beside her.

Fearing he may have upset her, he started to gently caress and kiss her breasts once more and as he played with her rapidly hardening nipples she felt the old thrill of excitement run through her. She could also still feel the effects of the last caning and she began to long for him to lower his hand. This time the fingering was long and drawn out, starting very slowly and making little attempt to speed up the movement although her body was beginning to indicate that she wanted this. She was very, very wet but he wanted to prolong everything. He stopped fingering her and moved upwards to her breasts again. She fidgeted and taking his hand moved it down to her clitoris once more. As he moved from side to side and up and down he could feel her passion rising.

“Make me come” she begged, a word he had taught her when these sessions had begun. He quickened the pace, his finger moving faster and faster. Suddenly she started writhing and as she moaned he felt the spasms within her. Then she yelled out

“Fuck me, for God’s sake fuck me now! “ He was only too ready to do as she begged. By now she was in such a state of ecstasy she could hardly tolerate his long slow strokes. “Faster, faster” she cried. “Harder, fuck me harder.” This he did quite relentlessly until rapidly her body convulsed once more into another orgasm and his own climax was simultaneous.

Later when he lay beside her, he said

“I told you the day would come when you would beg me to fuck you, didn’t I?” He smiled.

“Yes, you were right.”

“Experience, my dear.” Then he went on “But I must admit I did not think that day would come quite so soon. You are quite a passionate little thing beneath that shy exterior, aren’t you?”

He kissed her, first gently and then harder and she wound her arms around his neck. He mentally debated whether or not to start again but remembering that her bereavement was still fairly recent, he did not want to exhaust her.

The next morning he seemed to revert to his usual rigid self and she felt that she would never understand this man she had married. He seemed to have two entirely different personalities. How could someone, who at times could be so close and kind, at other times be so cruel and violent? She wondered if he would ever change and, if not, how long she could stand this peculiar way of living.