Claiming His Human Wife by Sue Lyndon Read Free Book Online Page B

and swirling upon her sensitive bud. With one hand, he held her folds apart. With the other hand, he stroked and probed her aching womanhood. Rhiannon moaned and resisted the urge to buck against his hand.
    Then, Edwin did something that caught Rhiannon by surprise. His probing hand left her folds for a moment, and in the next moment slapped lightly against her throbbing center. She gasped, but not from the pain. It didn’t hurt the way she would’ve imagined. The slight sting proved a most erotic sensation and left her yearning for more. Edwin slapped her sheath lightly with his hand again and again, filling the room with the sound of sticky slaps. Her warm slit was on fire, and she could no longer resist bucking against his punishing hand. The tips of his fingers landed upon her sensitive bud during each slap, bringing her to the edges of ecstasy. Just when she thought she was going to drown in a sweet release, Edwin stopped.
    Without a word, he led her to the table. Knowing she deserved the belt, she vowed to take the rest of her punishment without protest. But to her surprise, Edwin laid her down on her back with her legs spread and lifted upon the table. His blue eyes were misted over with darkness, and she wondered if his arousal equaled hers. The bulge inside his leather pants suggested that he was about to take her and pound his manhood into her upon the table without mercy.
    When Edwin began to unfasten his belt from around his trim waist, Rhiannon’s feet fidgeted and she stared at him with wide eyes. Surely he wouldn’t use the belt to…
    Before she could complete this thought, Edwin spoke. “Spread your folds apart for me and hold perfectly still.”
    Rhiannon felt her heart pounding in her chest as she reached down to comply with Edwin’s demands. She held herself open, completely exposed as he held the punishing belt. He stepped closer and trailed the tip of the leather between her breasts until it dangled between her increasingly wet folds.
    “I think you’ll find the belt can bring you as much pleasure as it has brought you pain,” he said, lightly snapping the tip of leather against her slit. Rhiannon moaned and bucked through each snap of leather against her moist bud, lost in a haze of unbelievable pleasure.
    Edwin leaned closer to her spread folds, creating a steady rhythm of slaps with the tip of the belt until she moaned and bucked under a violent release. Her hands were moved away from her center and she gasped for air. He dropped the belt and trailed kisses along her spread thighs. His eyes flashed as he removed his pants and thrust his stiff manhood deep between her quivering folds. She held onto the edges of the table while he drove in and out of her, until he found his own release and collapsed atop her.
     
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    Rhiannon hummed while she brushed her long, black hair in front of the little mirror in the washroom. Edwin had left before sunrise to check the rolabear traps on the other side of the mountain, so she had the liberty to dawdle this morning. The past few days had been glorious since Edwin hadn’t had to leave the cabin thanks to the lucky catch of blue turkeys. While they still had a few turkeys left, he’d announced that the Crigon dream spirits had urged him to check the rolabear traps.
    Though she’d been bitter over Edwin’s long hunting trips at one time, she vowed to never allow herself to behave so selfishly again. She thought of all the men from her village in the Land of Zertrin, knowing none of them matched up to Edwin. She was the luckiest woman alive, she decided. It was also a comfort to know she would never know the pain of death since she would walk straight into the immortal world.
    Outside, the snow had begun to melt, slowly but surely. Come the short springtime upon the Cold Top, it would be time to complete the trip to Stretta—if Rhiannon carried a child in her womb. She touched her stomach and wondered if she would recognize the signs of being