Claiming Her Innocence by Ava Sinclair

pressed into her flesh.
    “I’m going to fuck your ass now,” he said. “As I do, I want you to reflect upon who is master in this house. Do you understand?”
    “Yes,” she said breathlessly. She was nervous and scared, but also excited as the head of his cock pressed against her virgin rosebud. Penelope tried to remember the lessons her husband had taught her when using the trainers. Relax. Breathe slowly. Press back slightly to spread the little ring of muscles. She did all these things and was rewarded with his praise.
    “You’re doing so well, my sweet one.” His voice was throaty with lust. “That’s right. Push that sweet little bottom up toward me.”
    She felt a sting as his cock breached the ring of muscles. It was worse than she’d expected and for a moment she wondered if she could do it. But she wanted to please him, so rather than try to avoid the pain, Penelope embraced it as evidence of his dominance and control, of her own vulnerability.
    As Alton entered her by increments, she felt emotionally overwhelmed as he filled her ass with his cock. She felt both spread and filled, exposed and embraced.
    “Does my little one like having her ass filled?” Alton’s mouth was by her ear, his breath warm against it. She moaned, unable to articulate her excitement and he laughed, the sound a sexy deep rumble. “I’m going to fuck you now,” he continued. “And I’m going to fill you with my seed.” As he spoke, his fingers found her clit, rubbed it, squeezed it. Her arousal coated his hand and he moved it up across her bottom, leaving a trail of wetness across the tender skin.
    Then he began to slide in and out of her, slowly and methodically. The fullness in her bottom enhanced the throbbing in her pussy. He’d slid a finger into her as he fucked her ass, finding that secret spot and suddenly she was slipping over the edge. She saw starbursts as her pussy clenched his finger and she felt him beginning to come, the pulsing of his cock against the walls of her last virgin passage, the pulsations even in her pussy. Nothing had ever felt like this, she decided.
    It was the completion of his claiming, and the beginning of a new understanding between Penelope and her husband. After his cock had softened and slipped out of her bottom, he picked her up and gently carried her to the bed. She watched him through heavily lidded eyes as he fetched the washcloth from the basin, brought it back, and gently cleaned her tender bottom of his seed.
    “Tomorrow morning,” he said, “we start over.” She fell asleep, not knowing exactly what her husband had in mind, but trusting it would be exactly what she wanted.

Chapter Eleven: His Lordship’s New Rules
     
     
    Marriage, Alton Westcott decided, was going to be more interesting than he’d imagined. As he looked down at the sleeping form of his wife several days after her revelation, he marveled at how such a little slip of a thing could have addled his wits so completely.
    He could remember laughing at contemporaries who’d spoken of how love could change a man. But he’d been willing to change for Penelope, to let her grow up once he’d established his dominance. He’d been willing to put aside his need to play the role of both husband and guardian because he thought she’d expect that of him.
    That she not only wanted parental oversight—but needed it sexually—was almost too good to be true.
    Of course, there would have to be some duality in their lives. They were still expected to appear at and host social functions. On such occasion they would play the roles society expected them to play. But behind closed doors, he would be free now to treat her as both his wife and ward, to dress, train, and correct her as he saw fit.
    The first duty would be a change in staff. Betsy—while a loyal servant—was a lady’s maid. She’d been very helpful to his wife, but Betsy was also very worldly and while her knowledge had served his purposes well in the