A Stern Lord for My Lady by R.R. Vane
Chapter 5
Bertran spied the look of sheer astonishment that crossed his wife’s face, as she glanced upon the dwelling they’d entered. His townhouse. It used to be a beautiful home, but since his first wife had passed, there’d been no one to oversee it properly. Embarrassment started to burn within him, as Lady Alicia began to inspect the chambers, noting their dusty and neglected state. In truth, now that he realised, the bedchamber, where he slept, was the only place in the whole house that was reasonably clean. The solar lay cluttered and unused, as for the kitchens she’d inspected earlier, they were in a sorry state indeed.
He breathed in sheer relief when his wife finally declared she had seen enough. Her inspection had been thorough, and the look written on her face was plain for everyone to read. She was not happy. Bertran braced himself for sharp words. She had all the rights to berate him for the state of his property.
“You do not spend much time at your London home, my lord,” Lady Alicia spoke, and her voice was calm as she did so.
He smiled, rather sheepishly.
“In truth, I don’t. During the day, I’m mostly at Court, and when I am at home, I spend most of the time in the yard, practicing with my men.”
She nodded.
“I see.”
She made no further comment to Sir Bertran’s astonishment. He’d already perceived Lady Alicia was a haughty woman, and he’d expected she’d take this opportunity to show her further disdain of him. Besides, she was entitled to her rancour. The state of his house left much to be desired.
As it was early evening, they soon had their repast, and Bertran had further occasion to feel embarrassed by the shabby Hall and ill cooked, tepid meal they were served. He’d never paused to notice these things. As a soldier, he was not fussy about his meals, and always ate what was put before him, keeping his mind on the pressing business of the day. But he could see Lady Alicia was not used to such fare, and she ate but little, choosing instead to study her surroundings with keen green eyes. He could also see she chose to address his men, in a courteous, but firm manner, which left no doubt as to her station as the new lady of the house. She seemed at ease among them, as if she were used to being obeyed, and Sir Bertran began to realise that it was indeed so. Lady Alicia was a great heiress, and from what he’d heard, she, rather than her father, had held the reins of their vast estates. He was, in truth, beneath her, in wealth and rank, just as she’d stated in her letter of rejection.
He was still musing upon this even later, when time came to seek their bedchamber, and Lady Alicia had asked for a hot tub to be readied. He found she’d already entered her role as the lady of the house, effortlessly, as if she’d been long used to commanding his servants. And he noticed the servants already hurried to do her bidding.
When the tub was brought in, his lady wife dismissed the servants, readying to attend to him while he took his bath. She was behaving like a gracious wife, and he decided to be gracious in return.
“You should have your bath first, my lady,” he told her, gesturing to the streaming tub.
She frowned at him.
“Husbands bathe first and wives attend to them. ’Tis custom,” she told him.
He shrugged.
“I do not stand for ceremony. And I am used to tending to myself,” he told her in earnest, watching as she widened her green eyes at him.
“You do not want me to attend to you then?” she asked, and it seemed to him her voice was displeased as she did so.
His cock gave a throb as she spoke the words, and he recalled how famished he was for her touch. Perhaps he had been hasty in refusing her gracious offer. He glanced at the steaming tub. It looked inviting and, come to think of it, big enough.
“We could attend to one another,” he said softly, striding to where she was.
He cupped her face, claiming her lips for a kiss. For a woman who was haughty and defiant, his wife tasted truly sweet. He kissed her long and deep, taking his time to savour her full lips and to explore the hotness of her mouth with his tongue. She kissed him back, with the same abandon.
They undressed each other, and he noted with a smile that she was more adept at undressing a male than he was at undressing a female. In truth, he was unused to undressing women, as his wife had always done so herself, and the other women he’d coupled with during his widowed years had not required such assistance.
He studied his new wife with hungry eyes, as he began to lead her to the bathtub.
“Will it hold both of us?” she asked dubiously.
He helped her climb inside, pausing to glance at her luscious bottom as she did so. It was still pink, but only slightly so. He suppressed a small sigh, which felt strangely like disappointment, as he knew he would not have occasion to apply any discipline on this luscious bottom tonight. She had been gracious, and gracious wives deserved rewards rather than punishments.
He joined her, exhaling in pleasure at the hotness of the water, and unmindful that the tub was somewhat overfull.
“There’s water dripping all over the floors!” his wife cautioned him, but he shushed her.
“No matter.”
She frowned at him. “You seem unmindful of it, but the serving girls will have to clean the mess we’re making.”
She spoke reason, and he was not usually unmindful of those who attended to his needs, but tonight he felt like indulging himself.
“I promise to take better care in the future,” he told her, as he sat himself comfortably in the tub, pulling her into his lap, so she was now straddling him.
“See,” he added. “Now there’s room enough for both of us.”
Again she frowned, but he picked up the soap that lay beside the tub, and started tending to his bride. He could not resist, so he began with her full breasts, lathering them thoroughly. She was no longer frowning as he did so, and he just loved the look shining in her green eyes. There was a mixture of hot desire, puzzlement and innocence that he revelled in. Her rosy nipples had peaked, and, as he rinsed her breasts, he knew there was one more ministration he needed to add. He bent his head and took one delicious nipple into his mouth. She moaned, as he began to suckle it, his lips tingling pleasantly. After a while, time came to attend to the other parts of her, and he did so diligently, starting with her long hair, and saving her quim for last.
“Almost clean now, my lady,” he told her after a blissful while. “Apart from your cunt.”
He took pleasure in the way she blushed as he uttered the word. Her cheeks might be blushing, but her full lips parted, and her green eyes shone with desire.
“It is a pretty little chatte. I should attend to it thoroughly,” he said, lathering his hand, in order to make the entry of his fingers slick.
* * *
The fiend had clever fingers,Alicia thought in a sort of a daze, as the fingers in question were kindling the fire between her legs. Soon, she abandoned all coherent thought, and let herself be carried by the way they slid in and out of her sheath. When she thought she’d swoon with joy, she knew his clever fingers had already found that part of her body, which brought her the most pleasure. Some went as far and called it the devil’s teat, that secret part of a woman’s sex, which was said to bring them indescribable delight. Was it sinful, what he was doing now? And would they have to do penance in Church for it? At this point, Alicia decided she’d worry about penance later. Pleasure was robbing her of all coherent thought. And it came crashing over her, like a wave. She peaked against his fingers, feeling her sheath pulse and clench in rapture.
She heard him curse softly under his breath, and found herself, once again, straddling him in the bathtub. He didn’t wait, but just impaled her on his cock, grabbing her hips firmly, and beginning to pump inside her, hard, unmindful of all the water that was dripping on the floor. She braced her arms against his shoulders, keenly feeling the hard length of him as it slid in and out of her. There seemed to be more of him than there had been yester night. Even more hard length thrusting fiercely inside her. Soon, she forgot to ask herself why that was, and was seized by a new wave of bliss, and shouted her joy at the same time he spent himself inside her.
The water was lukewarm when she disentangled herself from him. She frowned, understanding she’d been remiss in her wifely duties. She’d let her husband tend to her in her bath, and she hadn’t tended to him.
“Just let me do your hair and back at least, husband,” she muttered.
When he acquiesced, she did her duty to the best of her abilities from her position in the cramped tub, lathering his hair and soaping his back. There was a bucket of clear water by the tub, and she helped him rinse his hair, just as he’d done to her earlier.
“There, all done,” she said at last, knowing they should get out of the tub, as the water was getting tepid.
“Good wives don’t leave their husband’s cocks unattended when they bathe,” he told her with a smile, as his left hand was rubbing his eyes, to get them clear of water.
She stared at him.
“I thought I already attended to that,” she muttered in puzzlement.
He chuckled.
“You’re a new wife, so I’ll be lenient tonight. You can further tend to it when we’re both dry and warm.”
He helped her stand up, and then got out of the tub, helping her out of it. Alicia looked mournfully at the wet floors, knowing that cleaning them thoroughly was another thing on the long list of household chores to add on the morrow. She would be busy setting this house to rights and directing the obviously unschooled servants to do what it took.
The fiend was as solicitous as ever, tenderly wrapping her in a dry towel, before he saw to his own drying. As he did so, she saw his long cock had gotten stiff again. She frowned. Had her late mother’s lessons been remiss? Before her passing, when Alicia had been but fourteen, her mother had insisted on lecturing her on her marital obligations. Husbands’ cocks were stiff when they needed to couple, and went limp after the coupling was done and their appetites assuaged. Did the stiffness in the fiend’s cock mean she’d failed to assuage his appetite properly? Had he been right to chide her for her wifely neglect of him?
Once they were dry, Alicia went to put on her night shift. Her husband frowned upon her.
“Come here, wife,” he commanded, extending a hand to her.
It was Alicia’s turn to frown at him. So far he’d been gracious, but she disliked the tone of command in his voice. In truth, she was unused to being briskly ordered, and more used to commanding others in her employ.
She pretended not to hear him, and strode to lie on her side of the bed. He was free to come to her, if he wished more to do with her. He joined her, but there was a displeased crease on his brow as he did so.
Pulling her to him, so they were both lying on their sides, facing each other, he hoisted her nightgown to her hips, then proceeded to remove it altogether.
“Next time I tell you to come to me, my lady, I expect to be obeyed,” he told her in a firm voice, which was, nevertheless, laced with teasing.
“What will you do if I do not, my lord?” she countered, feeling her temper rise. “Spank me? As you did in the Hall?”
His hand was now resting on her bottom, and Alicia drew in a sharp breath, understanding he now had full access to her bottom if he wished to apply chastisement on it. That treacherous ache settled inside her sex, and she wondered if the large hand that was now caressing her behind would see fit to redden it for her defiance.
For a moment it seemed he was preparing to do just that, but he did not. Alicia was astounded by the strange disappointment she felt.
“Perchance I should continue to be lenient tonight,” he told her. “I am, in truth, a lenient husband, my lady, and mild-tempered,” he went on, speaking softly. “Just have a care not to step too far out of boundaries.”
He kissed her, without giving her a chance to reply, and she thought he would claim her again. But, after a while, he broke the kiss he’d been bestowing on her mouth, and began to kiss his way down to her belly. Alicia bit her lip in both puzzlement and delight. Her mother had never told her of this, or of the other things he’d done to her this night. Did all husbands behave such, or only hers? After a while, she found she did not truly care. He laid her on her back, and this time, there was no discomfort, as the pain in her bottom had fully subsided from yesterday.
The next thing he did, astonished her mightily. As he parted her legs wider, he bent his head and seemed to be inspecting her sex thoroughly. She blushed, knowing he was the only person who had ever looked upon her body thus.
“What are you doing, husband?” she asked, in full wonder.
“Just verifying if I tended to your cunt properly earlier, my lady,” he countered with a smile in his voice. “It seems perhaps I didn’t,” he added in a playful voice.
And then he put his mouth on her, just like that. She started to protest, but she just couldn’t find her voice to do so. What he was doing was certainly sinful, but Alicia readily reconciled herself with the sin of it. All creatures were sinful, and God’s mercy was boundless. She surely felt He’d find forgiveness for this sin, just as He did for other sins.
She nearly swooned as her husband stuck his tongue inside her cleft. His tongue was just as clever as his fingers. And it just didn’t content itself to tend to her now gushing opening. It teased her in that place of secret delight, until she peaked right against his mouth, blushing crimson at the thought of this wantonness the fiend was responsible of conjuring inside her.
When she came back to herself, she found him propped on an elbow, perusing her with a look of satisfaction upon his face.
“I’ve tended to you, wife, like a dutiful husband. Now it is your duty to tend to me,” he said, lying on his back and tucking his arms under his head.
She widened her eyes, as she perceived his long cock, still proud and stiff. He couldn’t mean she should put her mouth on him, could he?
* * *
Bertran lookedupon his wife through hooded eyes, thinking he might have been too forward. They were but newly wed and only last night he’d breached her maidenhead. But she was so bold and fiery, he kept forgetting how innocent she was. In truth, he’d never presumed to ask of his first wife this thing he was asking now. And, in truth, his first wife had not ever let him put his mouth against her own sex, even if he’d tried to coax her to do it. It was too sinful, she’d proclaimed, and he had known not to press for more, resigning himself to more restrained couplings. But this new wife was vastly different from his first, wasn’t she?
He saw her weighing what he’d just uttered and he opened his mouth to set her at ease. He would not require it of her, if she did not feel like taking him in her mouth. She’d already given him great enjoyment, and there were many other, pleasurable things they could learn to enjoy together. But all thought was robbed from him as he felt her hand, at first hesitant, cup the length of him.
“Just tell me something, husband…” she said softly, as she began to stroke him tentatively.
He nodded, taking full pleasure in her soft touch, noting her hand was already beginning to get bolder.
“How come your cock is stiff anew?” she asked.
He glanced at her in some puzzlement.
“Why shouldn’t it be stiff again?”
“But didn’t you spend your seed earlier?” she queried, and her voice was earnest as she did so.
He chuckled, telling himself he kept forgetting she was new to coupling.
“Sometimes it’s thus,” he told her patiently. “Sometimes male desire is rekindled, even after lusty coupling. And the male craves coupling again.”
Truly, her hand was getting bolder, and he bit into his lower lip, to prevent himself from spilling his seed too early and embarrassing himself. She weaved a powerful spell on him, this new wife of his.
“Oh, I see now… I just thought it must be something I did wrong,” she told him, and her voice sounded filled with relief.
“No,” he told her rather breathlessly. “It’s something you did right. Right indeed.”
Soon he was unable to speak, as she began to stroke him rhythmically, her earlier hesitation vanished as if through magic. He opened his mouth to tell her to stop, perceiving he was aroused beyond belief, but he did not have the chance. It was then that she lowered her sweet mouth and brushed a shy kiss on the tip of his shaft. His shaft pulsed dangerously, and a single drop of white liquid spurted from it. Bertran painfully gritted his teeth to prevent the rest from just spilling over. It was sweet torture, as her full lips began to suck the tip of him, then got bolder and hungrier. She was a fast learner, this new wife of his, Bertran thought, nearly maddened with rapture. He let her tend to him for a while, but stopped her just in time. He would not spill himself inside her mouth. It was too soon for such intimacy, and she might not enjoy it.
He disentangled himself from her, flipping her on her back unceremoniously and making short work of easing himself between her legs. He plunged himself into her slick wetness, to the hilt, loving the hot tightness of her. She would later feel sore perhaps, because she was still tight for a man of his size, but he possessed her with a powerful, breathless urgency, until they both came to shout their joy at the very same time. He then lay on his back, truly spent, realising that never in his life had he possessed a woman so fiercely. He looked upon her in some concern, now worried he’d been too forceful in his loving of her. However, he soon glimpsed a smile of contentment on her face.
“Good night then, husband,” she muttered, snuggling against him, after she’d pulled the bedcover over both of them.
Never in his life had he been so ensorcelled by a woman, he thought with a frown. Was she as bewitched with him as he was with her? Or would she ignite as easily for any other man? Would she ignite more easily for a man she didn’t despise? Again, he fell asleep with a mixed feeling of joy and discontent.
