Lessons of Love (9 page)

Jolie
squirmed in the water. She told herself it was because she couldn't stand the feel of
Cole
's hands on her body. She tried to twist away from his slippery fingers as they made their way down her chest a
nd began to play with her breasts. He played with the nipple Gregor had brutalized and
Jolie
drew in a sharp gasp of pain.
Cole
looked at her in surprise and gently rubbed his thumb over the sore li
ttle peak causing her to wince.

"What happened,
Jolie
?" Sh
e turned from him, refusing to acknowledge the look of concern on his face.
Cole
turned her head so she was facing him and repeated the quest
ion. "I want an answer, wife."

"If you must know, that monster pinched me …
there. He became angry at my
defiance a
nd brutalized me!"

Cole
gently rubbed the sensitive bud noting its angry red color. He bent his head and swirled his tongue around and around it, easing the pain and building a fire.
Cole
then proceeded to lathered up her breasts using both hands, squeezi
ng and teasing, pulling gently on her nipples, rolling them between his fingers until
Jolie
thought she would scream form the sensat
ions roaring through her body.

Pleasure shot through her, radiating in each nerve, aching for his touch. Her mind was spinni
ng as she fought the wave of desire. She clenched her teeth and bit her lip, fighting desperately to hold back a moan.
Jolie
tried to shove
Cole
away, but he simply rinsed off her breasts and began to suckle each in turn while one arm slipped under her in
the water and held her down. The other hand we
nt to work between her thighs.

"Damn you. Stop it."
Jolie
struggled against him to no avail. Her body was going to betray her yet again. She made a final plea to the man she had vowed to hate. "Please
Cole
, ple
ase…
"

"Please what, love? Look me in the eyes and tell me you want me to stop."
Cole
slipped a finger between the folds of her womanhood. Her body's slippery dew mixed with the warm bath water as he ran his fingers up and down probing, opening her up, tant
alizing her nubbin.
Jolie
arched her back, rising to meet his hand, hating herself for her weakness. "Tell me to stop
Jolie
, and I will."

Jolie
looked up at him, her eyes swimming with tears. She tried to form the words but they wouldn't come. The look on
Cole
's face was one of triumph and it tore her up inside.
Jolie
closed her eyes and laid her head back as a moan escaped her.
Cole
slipped a finger deep inside her and roughly rubbed her swollen nub with his thumb making her stomach muscles spasm and her b
ody quiver. "Look at me,
Jolie
."

Her breath quickened as he continued to torment her body, the peaks of her breasts rose and fell above the surface of the water.
Cole
pulled one rosy hard nipple into his mouth and nibbled it roughly.
Jolie
cried out as he
bit her, then moaned as his tongue lapped the torture peak. Her body wasn't her own anymore. There were too many sensations, t
oo many conflicting feelings.

"Open your eyes and look at me,
Jolie
." A sob tore from deep within her as she rocked her hips to m
atch the rhythm of his fingers moving faster and faster, in and out of her. It was useless to try and fight him. She opened her eyes to stare into his cobalt blue ones as the muscles in her loins exploded with the powerful sensations of her orgasm.
Cole
wo
rked her relentlessly with his thumb as
Jolie
thrust against his hand, n
eeding the contact, desperate to ride on the waves of ecstasy roaring through her
body for as long as she could.

Cole
watched her in fascination as she climaxed. Her cheeks flushed, he
r mouth opened in a silent cry of passion and her eyes became hooded and glazed. There was no room for hatred in them anymore. She could barely catch her breath as her body gave itself over to the liquid gold fire his fingers created.
Cole
thought he had n
ever seen a more beautiful woman then his wife at that moment. She was caught in the throes of passion, and her body wouldn't be denied.
Cole
knew he had to scoop her out of the tub and strap her bottom until she was begging for mercy, but that could wait
a moment, right now he was having great fun simply watching her as she bowe
d to his control of her body.

Why did she have to resist him? Why must she be so defiant? Her behavior was intolerable. It would make a powerful declaration of his mastery to cause
her intense pain immediately after giving her pleasure. He controlled her body's every sensation, he and he alone. His wife needed to be dominated. She failed to understand her place in his world. She was here to service his needs an
d grace his arm, nothi
ng more.

He reached under her arms and legs allowing her no time to come back to earth. Her muscles were languid from passion, her body incapable of resistance.
Cole
carried her to the bed. He laid her down, turning her on her stomach, and began to roughly
dry her with a towel. He reached between her legs with the coarse material, sending shock waves through her as he stimulated her engorged nubbin yet again.
Cole
stepped back and admired his wife's body. Her milky white bottom beckoned him, begging for him
to chastise it until
it was fiery red.

Cole
unbuckled his belt and
Jolie
started at the sound. "
Cole
…
?" Her voice a harsh cry, a question
,
and a pl
ea for mercy at the same time.

He pressed his hand onto the small of her back holding her down. "You are no
t to get up,
Jolie
, and I want you to spread your legs wide. I want to see your little cunny as I strap you."
Cole
felt a strong need to dominate his disobedient wife. He wanted to shame her as well as cause her pain.
Jolie
didn't move. She was mortified.
How could he humiliat
e her like this?

Cole
roughly pushed her legs apart growling at her refusal. "Do not defy me wife for I am already angered by your behavior. Now the seamstress will see your punished bottom when she measures you for your new underthin
gs, and she will know you were being willful. I'm sure her gossip will reach the ears of all your friends before nightfall. It is my duty as your husband to correct your errant behavior. I will not tolerate you b
eing disrespectful to Gregor."

She heard the
soft sound of his belt being pulled from its loops and shoo
k her head frantically. "Cole, no…
I'm sorry."

"
Jolie
you continually tell me you're sorry but then turn around and act like a shrew. Perhaps spending the day with a stinging backside will remind
you to use proper manners."
Cole
doubled his belt and raised it high to strike her.
Jolie
cried out in an anguished plea, begging him to forgive her. She couldn't take a beating at his hands. Not after she had just given her body over to the touch of his m
agic fingers yet again. A sob caught in her throat and her shoulders shook, the sharp-tongued witch replaced b
y the frightened child within.

She had lived through many lashings from her stepfather, but this was different, it wasn't the physical pain that w
ould hurt her.
Cole
was the man whom she'd la
in with during the long night, t
he man who awakened her body to the pleasures of lovemaking. The man who'd stared down at her with those stormy deep blue eyes as he'd taken her to heights of ecstasy sh
e'd never
known existed. Cole
was the man who had held her gently in his arms and murmured sweet words in her ear as she drifted off to sleep. To have him beat her now like an erran
t child would break her heart.

Jolie
pulled her arms in and put her face in her cuppe
d hands as she sobbed. This humiliation was more than she could stand. Her mind and body were raging with conflicting emotions and she felt lost. She damned herself for caring what he thought of her, for feeling pain in
her heart at the idea of Cole
despis
ing her and wanting to beat her. If he thrashed her now it would prove there wasn't an ounce of caring inside his cold heart, no matter what sweet words he had
whispered to her last night.

'But why do you care?' her mind screamed. He was pure evil and sho
uld fill her with disgust.
Jolie
tried to tell herself it was simply hate and pride that made his punishment of her so unbearable, but there was a tiny part of her soul that knew she had given him more than just her body during their long night of passion.
Regardless of who he was and what he did,
Jolie
had surrendered a piece of her heart to her husband as he taught her the ways of love. She'd felt cherished lying in his arms while her body soared and now his hateful act and taunting words were shattering
that wonderf
ul feeling.

"
Jolie
you act as if I'm going to kill you. Save your tears for when yo
ur bottom is on fire."

"Cole
, please don't do this to me. Pleas
e. I can't …
I can't take it."

"Surely your stepfather gave you a good many thrashings. I don't in
tend on beating you to death, but you simply must be made to obey. I'm simply planning on warming your bottom for the day so y
ou understand not to defy me."

"But you
’
re my husband." What
Jolie
wanted to say, was that he was her husband, and being so he was
supposed to care for her, but she was afraid he would mock her words if she said them out loud and that was something couldn't bear, so she
bit her lip to hold them back.

Her voice came out in a pitiful wail confusing
Cole
. Her distress seemed genuine tho
ugh he really didn't understand why. He brought the belt down and ran it through his hands as he pondered
Jolie
's behavior. It was most likely a woman's ploy in an effort to escape punishment. He had gone soft on her last night and this was the result. She
was a defiant, willful, sharp-tongued hellion who fought him at every turn. But... she was also beautiful, soft, and heart wrenching in her tears. Damn her. What was this devil of a woman doing to him? Only that morning she'd spewed hateful words from th
o
se beautiful lips and
Cole
knew she damn well should be punished for it. On the other hand, he had just brought her body to climax against her will, a
lready proving his dominance.

Cole
raised the belt, determined to strike her, determined to do what must
be done. He could never allow a woman to make him soft. It would be suicide in his business. He brought it down hard and it struck the bed next to
Jolie
, then he flung it aside with a string of curses, berating himself for his weakness.
Cole
knew he would
pay for his gutless decision. She damn well deserved the beating he had planned but he couldn't do it.
Jolie
turned her head and peaked at him when she heard the belt hit the floor. She had let out a terrified squeak when the belt struck the bed and she co
uldn't quite believe that
Cole
had actually changed his mind.

Cole
growled in rage and frustration. He pulled her to her knees on the bed and opened his breeches. If he couldn't beat her, he would damn well punish her another way. He plunged his hard membe
r into
Jolie
making her gasp. He pulled back and drove into her again up to the hilt, making her cry out in pain. The depth and power of his strokes hurt her newly christened womanhood and she begged him to stop. Her body was tender from the night before a
nd soreness still remained from their lovemaking.
Cole
reared back and took her again, burying himself deep inside her.
Jolie
cried out and struggled against him, against the pain. He held her hips tightly, ignoring her cries. She was here to be used, damn
it! He wouldn't feel anything for this little witch. He wouldn
’
t. He wouldn
’
t!
Jolie
was no different from the others. He would ride her hard until he was
spent and then cast her aside.