Page 12 of To Tame a Wicked Widow

“Such as?” she asked, not even bothering to temper her eagerness.

Ethan paused for a just a moment, as though weighing something in his mind. Then he removed his jacket, and rolled up the sleeves of his fine linen shirt. “Depending on the level of wickedness, it might be your nipples pinched. Perhaps that charming leather dildo deep in your ass. Or it could be…a spanking.”

Madeline squirmed on the leather squab, her pussy throbbing unbearably. “In that case, I fear I was very, very wicked.”

He smiled, his amber gaze pure molten fire. “Then prepare to accept your punishment.”

Nodding, Madeline lifted her gown, deliberately teasing him with a slow reveal of her legs and pussy until he growled with impatience. Then she braced her hands on the back of the seat and turned onto her knees, offering her bare backside for his delectation.

“I’m ready.”

* * *

His kingdom for paper and pencil.

Breathing shallowly, Ethan studied the portrait of perfection across the carriage from him. Not that a sketch would ever do her justice, but this pose seemed to capture the very essence of Madeline—submissive and yet so strong. Wildly adventurous. Sensual. Her rounded backside swayed gently with the rocking motion of the carriage, her thighs were spread wide, and he could see—and scent—the delicious spicy glisten of her want.

Knowing she wished to be disciplined, to experiment with spanking and the leather dildo made him harder than he’d ever been in his life. And yet a frisson of doubt plagued him. What if he hurt her? It wasn’t like he had any experience at this.

“Ethan?”

He glanced up to see Madeline biting her lip. Well. Perhaps he wasn’t the only one struggling with the occasion. “I’ve never wanted anything more in my life,” he said roughly. “But I have a concern. I mean…I would hate to accidentally…”

“Hurt me?” she said softly, and at once her trepidation cleared into such tenderness he almost had to look away as a boulder lodged in his throat. “You won’t. I know that because you have the exact temperament for this kind of play. So calm and controlled. But how about we have a special word that means to stop at once? Either of us can use it if something isn’t working or isn’t as pleasurable as we’d like. Perhaps…ice?”

Relief coursed through his veins, both at her confidence in him, and such a solid, practical idea. “Ice it is,” he replied, unfastening his trousers to ease the unbearable constriction. Then he leaned forward and ran his hands over the creamy expanse of her backside, before administering one brisk swat.

She shivered. “Harder.”

“Beg pardon?”

“Harder…please,” she said thickly.

“Better.”

Soon her backside was bright pink, her guttural whimpers echoing in the carriage, and her cunt and inner thighs dripping with fragrant juices. Indeed, it seemed he had a modicum of talent for this. But now he wanted to up the stakes.

“E-Ethan? Why did you stop?”

“I’m not sure you are learning your lesson. Perhaps if I put this dildo into your disobedient ass…”

“You brought it?”

“I did.”

“Yes! I mean…I accept I need further p-punishment, my lord.”

His cock jerked hard. But under no circumstances would he come before she did, no matter how great the temptation.

Hooking his finger through the gold ring at the end of the leather, he rubbed the dildo against the soaked folds of her labia, even delving it inside her cunt, until it became slick with her juices. Then he teased the tight rosette of her back entrance, and slowly, carefully began to push the dildo inside her.

Madeline moaned, her hips tilting to offer better access, even as her tight internal walls resisted the initial entry. “Yes…please, yes. Feels…oh God…”

He pressed on with shallow, delicate thrusts, in and out, until the lustrous leather was fully embedded in her ass, and she cried out his name.

“Something the matter, sweetheart?”

“Let…let me c-come.”