She hesitated but one moment, and then my lady wife bent over the bed.

"Stretch out your arms in front of you, Calissande," I said, my voice so low I barely recognized it. I walked over to my boot jack and removed my boots while I made her wait for her lord's pleasure.

Fourteen months.

Again, she did as I asked, and I walked over to her, taking in my lady waiting for me in a way I had always imagined but never dreamed I would see.

I eased her skirt up slowly, forcing myself not to fall on her with all of the pent up need I had. Fourteen months without my lady wife. Calissande would never again use the words lackluster, monotonous or boring.

When her skirts were pushed all the way up, never was I as glad that women did not wear the braies men did, for she was bared to me, her pale skin smooth to my touch. She shivered as I ran a finger down her leg and then back up, each time drawing my fingers lightly over her cunt. With each stroke, I could feel her wetness drawing down, and I called on all of my discipline to continue slowly.

"You told me a lie, Calissande," I said softly. "I do not like being lied to."

Crack!

My palm came down on her ass without warning, leaving behind a beautiful, red mark that bloomed on her creamy skin.

She jumped and gasped, and I ran my hand over the mark, causing her to shiver. "Do not move again, my lady, for your punishment has just begun and for your first time, I do not want to take my belt to your ass."

No more would I use the softened words so as not to offend my lady wife. She would hear the words men used with whores, and I would make sure she liked hearing them.

Crack!

Again and again I brought my hand down on her perfect skin, and after every smack, my fingers would play between her legs, drawing down her wetness until my lady was drenched. Her ass was covered in red marks from my hand, and while I admired my work, I untied my breeches, letting them drop to the floor where I kicked them away. I removed my shirt and threw it into a corner.

I put my hands in the collar of her dress and ripped it straight down so I could bare my lady's back to me completely. Bending over her, I mirrored her position, letting her feel my front down her back, my arms along her arms, my cock nestled in her reddened ass. My lips were at her ear, whispering in a soft tone words that were anything but sweet.

"Are you ready? Are you ready to be fucked, Calissande? Are you ready to take my cock like a good little wife?"

She didn't answer me, so I bit her neck sharply, and pressed my cock between her legs, hard.

"When I ask you a question, Calissande, you will answer me. Are you ready to be fucked?"

I could hear her swallow, then a faint, "Yes, my lord."

"Carrick," I corrected her with another sharp bite to her neck. She would learn, and I would enjoy the lessons.

"Carrick," she half whispered, half whimpered, so I rewarded her obedience with my tongue to soothe the bite.

Slowly, I eased my aching cock into her, hoping my iron-clad discipline would not fail me.

Fourteen months. God's teeth, how did I go so long without my lady, without this?

With one final, hard thrust, I seated my cock into her as deeply as it would go, her tight warmth and wetness indeed threatening my discipline, making me clench my jaw. When I felt she had adjusted to my shaft being so deep within her after so long, I made several lazy strokes and she sighed happily, not knowing what was coming.

"You said what we had was monotonous."

I slammed into her and she cried, but not in pain, and I could feel her tighten around my cock.

"You said what we had was boring."

Again, I slammed into her and I watched her hands clench the bed clothes.

"You said what we had was lackluster."

When I slammed into her a third time, I was deeper than I had ever been buried in my wife's cunt. And then my sweet, innocent lady wife pushed back on me, trying to take me even deeper, get me closer.

I leaned up, no longer stretched out over her prone body, and grabbed her hips hard enough to make her whimper, dragging her tender ass up to a position that would let me drive even more deeply into her.

"Just remember my lady," I said to her, "you asked for this."

Then I began to pound into my lady wife relentlessly, harder and harder, almost spending from the sight of my cock, covered in her cream, moving in and out at a punishing pace that I had never dared with her before. Her gasps turned to moans, and she purred out nonsensical words, urging me on. Faster. Harder. More. And what my lady wanted, I delivered. I leaned over her again, my hand on her shoulder, holding her in place while my other hand reached under her, finding her botón that would bring her great pleasure. It was already slick from her wetness that I had drawn down, and I stroked it even as I continued driving my cock into her without ceasing.

"Carrick," she began chanting my name, over and over, and then she started begging as she never had before. "Please, oh! Yes, please, oh -- there, yes, there --please, Carrick! Please!" I could feel her cunt tightening around me, so I let go of her shoulder and wrapped her hair around my hand, pulling her up slightly, increasing my pace until she cried out my name. With her walls tightening around my hardness like a vice in her pleasure, I shouted as I followed after her, continuing to drive into my lady to draw out every last moment of our release.

Still holding her hair, I gently drew her up so she was kneeling on the edge of the bed and I was standing behind her. I removed the shredded dress from her arms and tossed it to the floor. Then, my hand went to her belly, tracing soft circles, moving lower and lower with each one. I bit down on her shoulder and sucked hard on the skin, knowing I would leave a mark, but by the way my lady wife was pressing back against me, I knew she did not mind. My hands moved to her breasts, sending featherlight touches over her nipples, but not allowing myself to be as rough as I wanted since Felicity was nursing and Calissande had said they were tender.

"Carrick," she breathed out when she grew restless with wanting, and I vowed I would call out that sound from her every damned day. I continued to alternate kisses and bites along her neck, then moved one of my hands down to her slick folds and my cock rose again at the thought of her tight, sweet heat. I twisted her around like a child's doll and tossed her on the bed, on her back. I trailed one hand along her leg, Calissande's eyes watching my every move as I pulled that leg over my shoulder, opening her wide to my gaze. I worked two fingers inside of her as my thumb flirted with her botón, not enough to give her pleasure, but just enough to taunt her, to make her start begging again, her hips straining to reach my elusive thumb until it became a subtle torture. She began to make broken, frustrated noises like a little kitten.

"What do you want, Calissande? Tell me what you want. Beg me."

The little vixen refused until I gave her a sharp smack on her ass.

"I want you inside me," she pleaded.

"Ask me to fuck you as prettily as you can. Beg me for my cock, Calissande"

"Please, Carrick, please," she lowered her voice, "fuck me. I am begging you. I...I need...your cock."

Soon she would not be whispering when she said those filthy words to me, but for now, it was a start as I dirtied up my pristine wife.

I withdrew my fingers and eased my cock into her heat, not giving her much chance to adjust to my length. She was swollen from being used so hard, even tighter than she was the first time I fucked her this night, but she was dripping wet for me and her eyes closed in pleasure.

I smacked her ass and her eyes snapped open on a gasp. "You keep your eyes on your warrior, my lady. Watch me fuck you, Calissande. I like watching you watch my cock moving in...and out...of your hungry little cunt."

She watched breathlessly for a few moments, and when she began panting, I grabbed her by the waist and flipped onto my back so she was sitting astride me, still connected.

"Now ride your warrior," I commanded her, and her eyes widened. Gripping her waist, I moved her up and down forcefully until she caught the rhythm. She rode me well, she rode me hard, her nails biting into my chest as she sought her release, her moans and broken sighs telling me how much pleasure she was finding this way.

"Do you like riding my cock, Calissande?" I whispered to her as I held her tighter and forced her down on my length, harder and harder each time. She suddenly stiffened in answer, raked her nails down my chest, and held herself still as she cried out. That was the moment I had been waiting for. Flipping her onto her back, I threw both of her legs over my shoulders, my hands on either side of her head, and pounded into that tight heat until I poured my seed into her, calling her name in my great pleasure.

I stayed buried inside my wife, pleased and sated for the moment, my arms holding my weight off of my little vixen so I did not crush her.

Her eyes started to flutter closed, but I pressed my mouth to hers, my tongue dueling with hers and damned if I was not becoming hard again, still inside her. I waited until she looked into my eyes and gave her loving words for the first time this night.

"Calissande, you please me greatly. You are all I ever wanted but did not think I could ever have."

Her eyes softened, and I began moving slowly inside of her, making love to my wife...until it was time to dirty her some more.

Calissande was still passed out in bed when I awoke. I had to reluctantly call a halt to our fucking as the sun began to rise after she essentially passed out in my arms.

Quickly dressing, I stepped quietly into Felicity's bed chamber, noting Mrs. Keystone was on duty, but still asleep on the cot next to the cradle. My daughter was awake and cooing to herself in her bed, her tiny foot in her hand. Felicity smiled when she saw me, and I lifted her from the cradle and pressed a kiss to that downy-soft head before hugging her to my chest.

Mrs. Keystone awoke and startled to see me in the room, holding my daughter.

"My lord! I am so sorry!" she said sitting upright and throwing the blankets aside. "I did not hear her!"

"That is because she was not making any noise, Mrs. Keystone. Do not concern yourself. I merely came in to say good morning to my tiny lady."

"I will change her tailclout and bring her to your lady wife when she cries," she told me.

"Let my lady wife sleep as long as possible, but neither should my tiny lady be allowed to cry."

"No, my lord. Never would I let that happen."

They knew my orders that the warrior's daughter was not to be left in distress for whatever reason, for any amount of time.

"You would not be here if I thought you would," I said quietly, handing my daughter over to Mrs. Keystone and then taking my leave.

Since it was still early and the kitchen servants were busily making the morning meal, I walked to the stables to check on my stallion and Sir Neigh.

I talked to my stallion, talked to the stablemaster and still had to fight the urge to return to my lady wife. I had used her in such a way last night that no lady in my kingdom would have accepted it, and I was doubtful if they would have survived it.

Yet the last thing my Calissande had said to me, looking at me with hazy, satisfied eyes, was "More, please." Then she was fast asleep in my arms from exhaustion and being well loved, and she did not awaken even when I pulled her into the circle of my arms and covered us both with the bed clothes.

We were all finishing the morning meal before Calissande entered the common room and walked toward the lord's table. As she approached, I could not help but smirk at her.

"Calissande!" her mother exclaimed. "Are you all right, child? You are limping."

My wife's face turned red, and I slouched back in my chair, feet kicked out in front of me, awaiting her response. Let the little vixen squirm. One year, indeed.

"I...I am...I turned my ankle last night, Mama. It still...pains me a bit."

My lady wife wouldn't meet my eyes or even look in my direction.

"Oh, perhaps you should not be walking on it! We can wrap it, if needs be, and try a healing poultice."

Trying not to smile at her discomfort, I got up to lend my lady wife a hand.

"Lean on me so you are not further distressing your ankle, Calissande. I will help you to your seat."

I leaned down to whisper in her ear. "Although you will no doubt say I am comparing you to my horse again, I must say, my lady wife, that riding you hard is much more satisfying."

She bloomed into a lovely shade of red, and I dared not laugh lest somebody ask me to share the joke.

As I held out a chair for her and she sat down with a small whimper, I was willing to wager a pretty sum that my sweet Calissande would never lie to me again.