Shana's Guardian (6 page)

“Is my little niece going to behave?
 
Or does Uncle Daman need to get the
paddle?”
 
He spanked each thigh
once.

“Oh!
 
I’ll be good!
 
I
promise!
 
Please don’t punish me
anymore, Uncle.
 
I’ll do whatever
you want.”

Damn right you will, he thought as he unzipped
his trousers and freed his cock.
 
It
jutted out as he stood up off the bed, guiding his wife down to her knees on
the hardwood floor.
 
“Suck it.”
 
He fisted his hard length in his hand,
slapping it against her face.

She studied his cock, her wide eyes
betraying her fear of the unknown.
 
“I . . . um . . .”

“Open your mouth.”
 
His need was so great he required her
mouth now, experienced or not.

Her pouty lips parted and he took the
opportunity to push his cock forward between her lips, all the way to the back
of her throat.
 
Hands gripping her
hair, he prevented her from spitting him out.
 
He felt her gagging and steeled himself
to be harsh.
 
His first wife had
refused to pleasure him in this way, and for the month they were married he’d
been too lenient on her.
 
The
dynamic of his relationship with Shana would always be different, a
relationship in which she was subject to his discipline and his every dark
whim.

Soft whimpers vibrated from her throat as
he began thrusting in and out of her warm, wet mouth.
 
After a few seconds, she relaxed and
closed her lips firmly around his cock.
 
He’d never known pleasure so great.
 
He kept thrusting, filling her up without mercy as he used her
mouth.
 
His balls tensed up and
tingled, and the room tilted sideways, his vision blurring.
 
Close, too close.
 
Reluctantly, he yanked her head away and
put space between them.
 
He didn’t
want to shoot his seed down her throat – not this time.
 
He could smell her arousal, the same
sweet, musky scent he’d smelled last night, and he couldn’t wait to rip through
her maidenhead and fuck her senseless, breaking her in as his wife.

His wife.
 
His niece.
 
She was both and no matter how hard he
tried, he would never be able to separate the two.
 
He felt wicked, but he didn’t care.
 
Legally she belonged to him, and that
was all that mattered.
 
His
property.
 
His
woman to love and protect, his bottom to spank, and his pussy to fuck.

“Did I do something wrong?” she
asked.
 
Worry lines materialized on
her face, and her sweet innocence took years off her appearance, her expression
so childlike it reminded him of the scared fifteen year old girl she was when
he’d first met her years ago.
 
So
much had changed in those eight short years it seemed like a lifetime.
 
Her body had blossomed like a rare blue
rose, and the lovely, inquisitive young woman she’d become erased all thoughts
of every woman who’d looked his way.
 
His brief marriage to her aunt was the tiniest blip on the span of his
vast experience in this fallen world.

“No, Shana, you didn’t do anything
wrong.”

“Are you angry I called you Uncle?”
 
A deep pink color stained her cheeks as
she peered up at him from her position on the floor.
 
Curls of gold wrapped around her
shoulders and poured down her back like a silken cloak.

“Angry?
 
No.
 
Surprised?
 
Yes,” he answered
truthfully.
 
“You’ve caused me to
have a change of heart, Shana, and you know that doesn’t happen often.
 
You may call me Uncle in private if you
wish, but never in the company of others.
 
I want to protect you from wagging tongues, and you calling me Uncle
would only feed more fuel into the gossip mill.
 
Do keep in mind, however, that if you
call me Uncle in public, I’ll give you the worst thrashing of your life.”

She gulped and nodded mutely.
 
A few unruly curls fell in front of her
eyes, and Daman brushed them away and drew her up to her feet.
 
He resumed working her buttons.
 
This time she didn’t shove his hands
away.
 
Her eagerness was hard to
hide though, and when the dress finally dropped at her feet in a pool of blue
fabric, her eyes burned and her breath quickened more with each passing second.
 
He helped her step out of her shoes and
dress, throwing them aside.
 
Her
undergarments came next.
 
His eyes
zeroed in on her heaving chest, his tongue moving inside his mouth as he
imagined sucking and biting the stiff rosy tips.

“I – I want to please you,
Uncle.
 
Please, tell me what to do
next.”
 
Her hands moved restlessly at
her sides, as if she didn’t know what to do with them.

Daman ignored her question and began to
undress himself, leaving his trousers for last.
 
She gasped when his cock sprang out again,
nothing hidden by his clothing, and he saw fear and uncertainty in her lovely
blue eyes.
 
When he stepped toward
her, she drew back.
 
Shame swept
across her features after he scowled, as if she suddenly realized her error.

“I thought you wanted to please me.”
 
He folded his arms across his chest,
knowing very well his
large,
rock hard cock was the
cause of her concern.
 
She knew the
first time would hurt, and he wasn’t about to lie about the pain she would
experience.

“I do, it’s just . . . I’m a little
frightened,” she admitted.
 
Her eyes
danced around the bedroom and settled on the curtain leading to the
hallway.
 
“Maybe we should have
lunch first.
 
I didn’t finish all my
chores this morning either.”
 
She
looked at him hopefully.

“I’m hungry,” he said, “but not for
lunch.”
 
Daman took another step forward,
only for her to retreat again.
 
He
sighed.
 
He was normally a patient
man, but he’d waited far too long to have Shana in his bed.
 

He leapt forward and grasped her upper
arms, his patience flying out the window.
 
Perhaps once her first time was over and done with, she wouldn’t be so
apprehensive.
 
He knew she sincerely
wanted to please him as she’d just claimed, but he also understood her fear
outweighed her desire at this moment.
 
Taking her quickly, even if she begged him to stop, would be an act of
mercy in the end.

“Please.”
 
She dug her heels into the floor.
 
Frantically, she tried to escape, her
head turning toward the exit as she struggled against his firm hold.
 
Her efforts proved useless against
Daman’s superior strength.

Throwing her on the bed, he wasted no
time covering her with his body, settling his whole weight upon her.
 
The terror in her eyes twisted his
stomach, but he shook the regret away and captured her wrists in one hand,
holding her arms above her head.
 
She stilled and turned away, panting and tensing up her legs as if
keeping them pressed together would save her from his impending intrusion.

“Look at me, Shana.”

Slowly, she turned her head and met his
gaze.
 
She opened her mouth as if to
speak, but no words came out and she soon closed it.
 
A shudder racked her body.

“Be a good girl and spread your
legs.”
 
He waited until she obeyed,
and thrust forward into her pussy the moment he had enough room, but only partway.
 
Her virginal membrane blocked his full
entry, and the tightness of her pussy up to this point clamped down exquisitely
around his cock.
 
“This is going to
hurt, my sweet, but only for a moment.”
 
With that, he drove his hard shaft forward, all the way inside until he
could push no more.
 
She screamed as
he ripped through her resistance, and her whole body
trembled
as he remained buried completely inside her walls, unmoving to allow her time for
adapting to his size.

“Is it over?” she asked through rapid
breaths.

He smiled to alleviate her fears.
 
“The pain is over,” he said.
 
“Now is the time for pleasure.
 
Lift your legs wider.
 
A little more.
 
Yes, perfect.”

The atmosphere in the room transformed as
he began to move gently inside her.
 
The tension caused by Shana’s anxiety and Daman’s impatience
evaporated.
 
He inched his cock out
of her tight little pussy and then pushed it slowly back inside her
entrance.
 
Her sweet sigh encouraged
him to move faster, and he soon built a steady rhythm of thrusts between her
spread thighs.

Their moans mingled with the sound of
Daman’s balls slapping against her as he increased the pace, desire consuming
him like an inferno burning him up alive.
 
Releasing her wrists, he took hold of her
legs and pushed them up in the air, allowing him to move deeper and deeper into
her sweltering wet center.
 
Her head
thrashed around and her hands clenched the covers, evidence of her impending
orgasm.
 
He crashed into her again
and again, and reached down in search of her swollen nub.
 
He rubbed it between his fingers,
swirling her moisture over the tip as he continued ramming her pussy.

“Oh!” she shrieked and writhed as if
experiencing a seizure.
 
Her walls
pulsed and clamped down around his length, driving him over the precipice and
into a mind numbing release of his own that left him weak and fighting for
oxygen.
 
Shana rode the wave with
him, bucking wildly and shamelessly as his seed spurted into her depths.
 
He collapsed beside her and gathered her
close.
 
Was she all right?

“Shana?”

“Hmm?” she purred, leaning against his
chest.
 
Her hair tickled his nose,
and as always, she smelled of lavender.

“Have I ever told you that I love you?

She froze in his arms.
 
“No, I don’t believe you have.”

“I’ve loved you since the first time I
set eyes on you in
Okkman
Settlement.
 
You were crying, but when you looked up
and saw me, you wiped away your tears and smiled at me.”

She lifted her head and met his
eyes.
 
The seriousness that clouded
her features as the seconds passed rose his senses to high alert, waiting for
her response.
 
It would gut him if
she didn’t love him, and he felt weak for it.
 
She was a woman, his woman, his wife,
his
property.
 
Whether or not she returned his affections shouldn’t matter a whit.

The clouds parted from her eyes as her
expression softened, and she delved her fingers into his hair, circling his
short locks
around
as she grew thoughtful with her
lips pursed.
 
She sighed.
 
“I love you too.
 
I’ve loved you since you tucked me into
bed that first night and told me my grief would one day fade.
 
It wasn’t a romantic love at first, but
it turned into that over the years.”

Relief rushed through him at her
confession, and a violent surge of possessiveness caused him to pull her
nearer.
 
She would be the only woman
for him until the day he died.

Chapter 4

As the end of October arrived, Shana’s
nervousness over the wedding celebration increased.
 
Everywhere she went in the settlement,
whispers seemed to follow.
 
Her two
closet friends, Margery and Beth, insisted no one was gossiping about her
marriage to Daman, but she suspected they were lying to protect her
feelings.
 
Did people gossip like
this before The Fall?
 
She made a mental
note to ask old Mary Miller.

Shana’s heart bounced when she glanced
out the kitchen window and spotted Daman in the backyard.
 
The wide door of his workshop was open,
and he was busy building a bookcase for one of the neighbors.
 
The shop was brimming with new furniture
he’d made, and she realized it wouldn’t be long before he hauled it away to a
trading post or another settlement.
 
She hated when he left her, and he never invited her to accompany him on
any of his trips.