To change the rhythm, he spanked her first rapidly and then slowly and methodically, taking care to make certain that her entire ass went from white to a blushing pink.
“Martin, make him stop,” she cried.
“Enough, Jakob,” Martin said. “You’ve made your point.”
Tears were running down her cheeks, and for the first time, remorse filled Jakob. He’d gone too far in his pursuit of having a lady for a wife. And Blanche was suffering because of his delusional need for a proper woman.
Jakob pulled her into his arms and held her, rocking her. As much as he needed to and wanted to, Jakob couldn’t find the words to apologize.
For five minutes, he simply held her and rocked her and let his guilt eat away at him. He’d been wrong.
Slowly Martin reached over and slid his fingers over her folds before he plunged them inside her. When he pulled them out, Jakob could see the wetness. “She’s dripping.”
“Darling, as much as you hate me right now, I think you liked that spanking.”
“No,” she said gasping. “It wasn’t like the other night when you gave me pleasure. This time you were angry with me and no one likes that kind of spanking. Why is it so important that you have a lady as a wife? Why can’t you just accept me for who I am?”
Why was he so obsessed? Because he was crazy.
“Because I…I want my wife to be completely opposite of the whores I use to frequent. I want the mother of my children to be as good as my mother.”
Tear-stained cheeks, her dark emerald eyes glared at him.
“Don’t you believe that I’m a lady? Wearing men’s clothes does not make me any less of a good woman.”
She was right, but it would hurt his pride to admit that he had been wrong.
Martin gave him a look that said she’s right and you’re wrong. Why did it feel like they both were upset with him?
“Maybe I should demand that you be the perfect gentleman. That you handle yourself in a certain way. And if you step out of line, I’m going to spank you,” she said.
A chuckle came from him and he lifted her up and kissed her smart mouth. His tongue demanded entry and he gave her a kiss that soon had her moaning.
That was what he wanted to hear. Not her sniffles or witness her tears. He wanted to have her moaning with need for him and Martin.
She pushed back and gazed at him. “Don’t think that everything can be solved with a kiss.”
“But I can try,” he said as he laid her back on the bed and she spread her legs wide.
“And I can…” she gasped.
Jakob reached down and begin to play with her clit.
“Darlin’, your pussy is so tight,” he said as he leaned down and placed his mouth around her taut nipples.
Martin moved to her head and he pushed his cock toward her lips. “Suck me, Blanche.”
She placed her lips around his cock, unsure of what to do.
“That’s it, suck the head.”
The walls of her pussy clenched Jakob’s cock and his fingers played with her clit as he shoved into her over and over.
He couldn’t wait until they both could claim her. He couldn’t wait until she realized that he really only wanted to make her happy, though he was doing a lousy job of showing her.
Again, he needed to try harder. He needed to show her that he would always be there for her.
“Are you ready to come?” he asked her.
She nodded as Martin’s cock still filled her mouth.
“Come when I tell you,” he said, wondering if she could last that long. With stroke after stroke, he felt his blood building.
“Now,” he said.
With a last thrust, he coated the inside of her pussy with his come. She was his and Martin’s, and he had to learn how to be a better husband to her. He needed to trust that she would always be a lady.
Martin suddenly pulled his cock from her mouth.
“Up on your knees. I want to fuck you from behind.”
After Jakob slid off her, she rose onto her knees.
She glanced back at him and narrowed her eyes.
“Don’t slap my ass,” she hissed. “It’s still throbbing.”
Jakob’s heart sank. He’d hurt her and he hadn’t meant to do that. He would never intentionally hurt a woman. Especially one he was beginning to have feelings for.
“How about if I rub it to make it feel better,” he said.
“That would be all right,” she told him.
“Good. Move faster,” he said. “I can’t wait for your pussy to grip me again.”
Martin spread her legs; her pussy glinted with moisture in the light.
Shoving two fingers in her, she moaned and raised her hips to meet his every stroke.
“Are you ready for my cock?”
A moan came from her. “Yes. Hurry.”
Why hadn’t she asked Jakob to hurry? Because Jakob had hurt her, and now it would take some time to build back her trust.
Martin plunged into her, and she groaned as he rubbed her on the ass and pulled her onto his cock.
Jakob knew he would die protecting his wife and Martin would as well. But Jakob had to control his need for dominance.
Pulling her head up, Jakob kissed her on the lips and she moaned as Martin drove his cock deep into her pussy.
“Don’t come until I say you can,” Martin commanded. “Or I’ll enjoy shoving that butt plug in your ass.”
A whimper came from her and Jakob could see she was fighting to keep from coming.