Hellion (Seven Brides for Seven Bastards, 7) by Jayne Fresina Page B

bastard mutt, part Spaniard, part Norman. Am I
wrong?"
    "No," he snapped. "I'm no pedigree
like your last husband. But a mixed breed, you'll find, is a vast
deal stronger."
    "Is that so?"
    "Tougher."
    "Really?" She reached up and ran a
fingertip down the side of his smoothly shaved cheek, mimicking the
way he had touched her last night. "You'll have to prove that to
me, won't you?"
    He didn't waste another moment, but
picked her up by the waist and tossed her to the bed. Gasping, half
laughing, she scrambled to get away but he was down on her, pinning
her there on her front. Already he was hard, his cock pushing
between the cheeks of her arse, but as he'd said to her, she needed
punishing first. He wanted her arse glowing before he plowed
it.
    "Stay down, wench," he hissed into her
hair, tasting the sweet lilacs on his tongue. "A few stripes of the
cane will make you repent for teasing and tormenting me all these
months."
    She chuckled over her shoulder.
"That's your excuse now, is it? That I willfully tormented you? If
you truly want a reason to spank me, I can give you a better one
than that."
    But he didn't care to hear another
insult from her pert lips and he didn't need another reason. She
had deliberately tempted him; he was sure of it. Somehow she'd
bewitched him all these months, driven him slowly to madness until
he couldn't keep his thoughts, or his hands, off her.
    He backed away from the bed and stared
down at her lush bottom. Either he had a vivid imagination, or
she'd just wriggled it at him impatiently.
    Sal licked his lips, anticipation
roaring through him, setting fire to his body. His cock was so hard
it hurt. "Open your legs. Wider. I want to see your pussy while I
deliver your punishment. Arch your back. Lift your arse
higher."
    He swung his cane and it landed with a
crack across the cheeks of her bottom. She bounced slightly,
catching her breath. He repeated the action and she cried out. A
lovely red line already glowed across her buttocks and he knew it
must sting. With his free hand he reached between her legs and felt
the moisture gathering in the pink folds of her cunt.
    She slid her knees even further apart
on the bed, letting him see, as well as feel how wet she was
getting. He forced two fingers into her and kept them there while
he spanked her a third time with the cane.
    Christ, she tightened on his fingers
so hard she almost cut the blood flow. He chuckled softly. "Naughty
wench."
    His cock throbbed with the need to be
buried inside that moist haven.
    Sal began to tease her clit while he
caned her again, harder. She didn't cry out this time for she'd
stuffed some of the fleece bed cover into her mouth to stifle the
sound. A fourth and a fifth strike followed. She lifted her hips,
her reddened bottom sticking up in the air while he worked her
pearl furiously with his fingertips. The mix of pain and pleasure
was already sending her over the edge. So he took his fingers out
of her cunt, not letting her finish.
    She growled into the
fleece.
    One more he thought. One more to make
six. One for every month she claimed to have been without a man's
cock. He still couldn't believe that, for she was so responsive,
such a sensual, passionate creature. She must have been up to
something since her husband died.
    The skin of her arse looked sore, but
she simply spread her legs wider, up on her knees, presenting her
bottom high in the air for more.
    The sixth smack hit her across the top
of her thighs and then he tossed his cane aside and put his mouth
on the scarlet marks that lined her flesh. He licked them gently,
felt their heat on his tongue.
    She purred. The woman purred like a
cat. Or perhaps a tigress, he mused.
    "Spank me some more," she gasped
out.
    But he knew he might split her skin if
he did so with the cane, so he tapped her smartly with his hand. He
watched as her pussy bloomed almost as pink as those stripes on her
arse. It was slick and sticky.
    Unable to wait longer, he pushed his
mouth at her