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There were a lot of things that Kate loved about her husband.
Well, for one, she loved everything about him - his aggravating yet gentle nature, his devotion towards his family, his sharp mind, his love for her.
His smile that could charm her even on the gloomiest of days. That was the first thing she had noticed about him - the deep dimples on his cheeks, his perfect teeth that he had flashed at her when she had won that race almost a year ago.
His eyes that warmed her soul, which had thawed her heart when she had steeled herself to not fall in love with anyone, especially him. She loved to lose herself in his eyes whenever he looked at her - over his cup of tea, while reading his newspaper, when he returned home from the parliament, when he made love to her. His eyes grounded her and made her feel safe.
But there were a few physical things that Kate absolutely loved. As in rubbing her thighs to find a modicum of relief loved.
The most obvious was… his manhood. Kate could write poetry about all the ways it brought her pleasure. But since she did not consider herself a poet like her husband (though his declarations of love would indicate otherwise) she let her appreciation for that piece of his anatomy show when they’d fuck. Anthony loved to hear her moans and she loved making them. The ecstasy that his cock brought to her multiple times in a day, in several different nooks and corners of their house (and garden and gazebo and sometimes in the carriage) could never be described in words. Not that she would ever try. Her husband’s ego did not need to be inflated more.
But what had left Kate severely hot and bothered that morning was not his husband’s appendage. Or his eyes or smile. It was something more… banal, something that others might not be easily flushed by.
It was his hands.
Kate loved Anthony’s hands more than she would ever admit to anyone. They were large - larger than hers, at least. They’d span the expanse of her back, dig into her flesh and the feel of them on her naked skin… Kate recalled the first time he had touched her back in the church while they were kissing, pouring every emotion in that kiss that they thought would be their last. How hot and bothered she had been, and not just because of his mouth. And then, when he had touched her breast in the gazebo as he tasted her cunt for the first time… in the haze of her lust she gravitated towards his hand.
Even now, after several months of marriage, Kate loved the feel of Anthony’s hands on her skin. The veins popping on the back of his hand when he held a quill … she’d imagine those fingers wrapped around wisps of her hair. When he’d stroke his chin, her mind would go to the times he had stroked her delicate folds. When he’d grab an apple, she’d think of him fondling her breasts. And just the other day, when he had dipped his fingers in a jar of jam, Kate had nearly choked on her tea, imagining those fingers pumping inside her.
Today, as she looked at herself in the mirror, her fingers tracing her naked hip and the marks of his hands on it, she thought back to last night when Anthony had gripped her hard as he pounded into her from behind. A shiver went through her, and not because of the chill in the room. Anthony would probably feel guilty on seeing the marks but Kate loved them. Their lovemaking could be both gentle and bordering on rough at times, but Anthony had never marked her like that - so hard, so visible.
“Here, milady,” her lady’s maid Sarah entered the dressing room. “The paste will help with the… injury,” she blushed furiously and Kate bit back a chuckle.
“Thank you, Sarah. I will apply it and then call you.”
Sarah’s eyes widened. “No, I- I didn’t mean it like that, milady! I apologise, I will apply it-”
“No, it is all right,” Kate smiled. “It will take only a minute, and you can bring out my dress for the day from the wardrobe.”
Sarah curtsied and left the room. Kate sighed as she looked back at herself in the mirror, the thoughts of last night plaguing her again. There was something else that was in her mind, though. A desire so potent but one that she had been too embarrassed to voice, even to Anthony. It was contrary to everything ladylike that she knew and had heard of. But if there was someone whom Kate trusted, it was Anthony. She wanted to experience it all with her husband, and hoped that he would be amenable to fulfilling her wish.
It was just a coincidence that he would need to use his glorious hands in the process.
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It wasn’t a surprise that Anthony did not return home for lunch. He had an important session in parliament to attend, and Kate was not expecting him. It did not prevent her from missing him, though. Throughout the day she was distracted, thinking of her husband and the way his presence would light up the room.
Kate was aware of the jabs and remarks Anthony’s siblings made about his inability to stay away from Kate even for a second, but the truth was that Kate suffered from the same affliction - all encompassing, overpowering love. Anthony was, quite simply, her soul - just as much as she was his. It was not easy nor quick to realise that this emotion she felt within whenever she saw or even thought of Anthony was unusual, that she was isolated in thinking this, feeling this. She saw every shred of that love reflected in her husband’s eyes whenever he looked at her, or smiled at her. She felt that love in the beat of his heart every night when she rested her head above it. The love she was sure he could feel as well.
It was a scary notion, to want someone with such a passion but also crave the tenderness of their touch. But over the months since her marriage, Kate and Anthony had worked hard to accept the happiness that lay before them, and embrace this new chapter of their lives without any doubts.
This understanding had proved to be a boon for their sexual lives as well. As part of the process, they were learning to trust and rely on each other, and it showed within the four walls of their bedroom. Anthony had opened up about his sexual history, and was slowly becoming comfortable in trying some of the more… adventurous aspects of lovemaking with Kate. As for her, Kate was enjoying this new-found freedom in the bedroom exhilarating. For years she had repressed herself in favour of uplifting her family, but not anymore. She was becoming increasingly confident in asking things for herself - experiencing things which brought her pleasure and doing things which brought her husband pleasure.
That day, she wanted to try out the former. It was a thought that had taken seed in her mind a while ago, and she was finally ready to voice it. Kate Bridgerton was obsessed with her husband’s hands and she wanted to feel their imprint on her skin.
In particular, on her behind.
Kate knew Anthony loved to grab her arse - he even had the indecency to cup her supple flesh before his family. Not that she minded - she loved the feel of his large hands every single time. Even during sex, Anthony loved to let his finger rest on the swell of her arse as she rode him.
But what Kate wanted was beyond that. She wanted to feel the sting of pain as he brought his hand down hard on her flesh - the loud slap imprinting on her skin. She wanted to cry out in pleasure - quite literally.
Kate flushed at the mere thought of voicing it to her husband when he returned, but she was determined. Shaking herself out of the rather erotic reverie she had found herself in, Kate returned to reading the book in her hand as she waited for Anthony with bated breath (and clenched thighs).
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By the time Anthony returned from Parliament, Kate was in bed reading. Rather, she was flicking the pages of the book without taking in a single word. But as soon as she heard the tell-tale sound of heavy boots ascending the stairs to their chambers, she jumped out of bed and finally discarded the book (she could not even recall its name).
“My love, you’re back!” a wide smile blossomed on her face as she saw Anthony walk into their room. She might have had lustful thoughts swirling in her head all day, but they were nothing compared to the genuine sense of longing she had felt in his absence.
“Hello, wife,” Anthony exhaled as he removed his coat and jacket, and reached for Kate, who was all too happy to burrow her head in her husband’s chest and wrap her hands around his waist. “At some point I genuinely did not think I would leave before midnight,” he bent his head to lay a kiss on her shoulder.
“Well, I am glad you are back now. Did you have dinner? I can ask the cook to prepare something-”
“Do not worry, my love. I ate on my way back. I just want to be in the arms of my beautiful wife right now,” Anthony inhaled Kate’s scent and kissed her jaw, her neck, under her ear - while Kate shivered and not from the chilly night outside.
“Anthony, are you not exhausted?” Kate still wanted him, but not at the expense of her husband’s rest.
“Never for you, Kathani,” he growled as he pulled her in for a filthy kiss. “You are what kept me going today - the thought of coming home to you, kissing you, being inside you-”
“Oh-” Kate moaned as one of Anthony’s hands grabbed her breast over her robe. As arousing as that gesture was, it reminded Kate of her mission for the night. With great will power she stepped out of Anthony’s embrace and smiled slyly at his confused gaze.
“Take a seat, husband. There is something I have in mind for you.”
Anthony’s eyes widened for a second before he nodded and sat in the armchair by the fireplace. Kate took a deep breath and straddled his lap. Anthony’s hands instinctively grabbed her waist as Kate found a comfortable spot on his thighs, her hands settling on the belt of her robe.
Slowly, she parted the lapels of the garment to reveal her naked body.
Anthony’s eyes widened for a second before he let out an animalistic growl and pulled her towards him. Kate moaned at the feel of the coarse fabric of Anthony’s waistcoat rubbing against her sensitive nipples as she ground her hips on her husband’s hardening arousal.
She writhed above him as he kissed her - all teeth and tongue and passion and love - when she grabbed his hair hard before attacking his cravat and buttons on his waistcoat. Without breaking the kiss, Anthony rid himself of the clothes on his upper body before palming Kate’s breasts and caressing her taut nipples.
He broke away after several seconds to take a deep breath. “You…,” his voice, rough with desire sending shivers down her spine. “You are a menace. Always the bane of my existence…”
“And the object-” Kate gasped as Anthony flicked his tongue over her nipple before sucking hard - “object of all your desires. Is that not what you said, my lord?”
Anthony kissed his way up her collarbone before looking into her eyes. His own eyes were black with desire but she could still see a flicker of warmth and love cutting through the haze of lust.
“Not just my desires, you are the object, the purpose of everything in my life, Kate.”
Kate gasped and not because of the heat curling in her stomach. Damn this man. He could be a downright rake in one second and the sweetest man in the other.
“And you said you are not a poet…” she shook her head.
“Well, I do like to keep a few talents to myself and surprise my wife from time to time. It makes the outcome all the more… pleasurable.” He leaned forward to capture her mouth, but Kate sat back on his thighs.
“Anthony… I have plans for this evening as you can tell and you are derailing them.”
“Hmm, what sort of plans, my love?” he asked, feigning innocence while his hand traced the expanse of her abdomen before travelling lower and lower...
She almost lost her train of thought.
No, this could not go on. She had to get back in control of the night, of her fantasy.
Kate got up to her feet and stepped away from Anthony’s outstretched hands. She gave her husband a sly smile before biting her lip and caressing her hard nipples. A low moan escaped Anthony’s throat as he hastily unbuttoned and threw away his breeches, and pulled his hard cock out, massaging the length.
It was Kate’s turn to moan at the sight, her husband’s unabashed stare fuelling her own desire and confidence. She grapped the lapels of her robe and finally let it fall to the ground.
“Come here,” Anthony pulled Kate towards himself and kissed her stomach. She threaded her fingers through his hair as he left wet kisses all across her abdomen while she quietly moaned above him-
“Kate, what is this?” Kate took a second to realise that Anthony had stopped his ministrations on her skin. Instead, he was gently caressing the evidence of their activities from last night on her hips.
“I did this, didn’t I? Yesterday when we…” Anthony shook his head and before Kate could say anything to stop his self-wallowing, he continued. “I should have been more careful. This… I can’t bear to hurt you or cause you pain even for a second-”
“And what if I want you to?” Kate interrupted.
“What?”
“I said, what if I wanted you to mark me, Anthony?” Kate cupped his jaw with her hand as she stared into his eyes. The vantage point she had whilst standing above him filled her with confidence that she had so desperately been seeking to voice her thoughts.
“Kate you possibly cannot enjoy-”
“But I do, Anthony! I do enjoy it. I did enjoy it. And… I want you to do it again.”
“You want me to… bruise your bruised hips further?” Anthony looked at her in disbelief.
“No! I mean… I- ugh!” She humphed in frustration.
“Kate… look at me,” Anthony stood up and cupped her cheeks. He gently caressed her face with his thumbs, his gaze so soft and love - Kate could cry at the affection she saw in his eyes. It floored her - each and every time - the evidence that somone loved her so deeply and profoundly without asking for anything in return - and someone she loved the same.
“It is just me, Kate. Anthony. You can tell me sweetheart. And I promise, I won’t get upset. If it makes you happy, I will do it. Whatever you want, just say it.”
He looked at her so earnestly, with so much love and tenderness - there was no way Kate wouldn’t give anything to him at that moment.
Kate placed her hands on his bare chest and took a deep breath before looking him straight in the eye. “I need you to… slap me.”
Anthony’s eyes went comically large and his mouth dropped open - if Kate wasn’t so aroused and nervous, she would have laughed.
“W…what?” he croaked.
“That did not come out right,” Kate shook her head. “I don’t want you to… slap me on my face but rather my… behind.”
A look of understanding crossed his face. “Ahhh. That.”
It was at that moment when Kate realised - Anthony already knew what she referred to. Heavens, it was also very much possible he had indulged in this with his old paramours.
A flare of jealousy shot up through her and she inched closer to her husband.
“Yes, my lord. That. Do you think you can satisfy my wishes?” She kissed his neck up to his ear before whispering. “Do you think you can make me scream as your hand hits my arse? Do you think you can mark me?”
“Kate…” Anthony groaned as if in pain. “Are you sure? I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You won’t, darling. Well, not more than I want you to. I want to feel the sting of your hand, the imprint of your palm, your touch all over my body-”
Kate couldn’t finish her sentence because her husband decided he had heard enough and crashed his mouth against hers. His hands cupped her arse before grabbing her thighs, making Kate instinctively wrap her legs around his waist.
Carrying her to their bed, Anthony gently placed her on the mattress as he stood above her. Never one to remain passive, Kate sat up and found herself at the perfect level with her husband’s crotch and his very red cock. As her nimble fingers reached for his length, Anthony cupped her jaw gently.
His eyes, though were dark with barely concealed desire.
“Do you need me to teach you a lesson, Viscountess? For being such a tormentor?”
“When have I tormented you, my lord?” she said as she lightly traced the thick vein on his cock with her finger.
“Hmm, what do you think you are doing right now if not tormenting me?” Anthony moaned as Kate swiped her thumb over his tip.
“Hmm, is this really such a torment for you, dear husband?” Kate licked a stripe from the base to the tip of his cock before sucking on it and hollowing her cheeks. “Should I stop then? I absolutely do not wish to see you in any pain.”
Anthony moaned loudly above her and tangled his fingers in her hair, lightly pushing her head to this throbbing length. “Do not stop, oh Christ!”
Kate pulled off with a wet pop, a thread of saliva still connecting her mouth to his cock. “Just Kate will do, darling,” she winked at him before lowering her head again.
Kate drove him to the edge of his orgasm, her mouth and hands working relentlessly to inch him closer to the abyss of blissful ecstasy but stopped right before he came.
“Uh-nuh,” she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. “You do not get to come before you satisfy my wishes. And you will satisfy my wishes, won’t you Anthony?” she looked up at him innocently.
“You…” he said before tilting up her chin and claiming her lips. He pushed her back on the bed, and Kate, getting the hint, moved to the head of the bed as she kissed him back with equal intensity.
“You are just begging to be punished, aren’t you?” he growled.
“Maybe,” Kate panted. “The question is - ahhh,” she gasped as Anthony bit down on her nipple. “What will you do about it?”
Anthony gave a last lick to her taut bud before leaning back to look at her. Her chest heaved with anticipation for what was to come for she could see the lust swirling in her husband’s eyes. She was proven right when he smiled wickedly at her and without a forewarning, grabbed her hips and flipped her onto her stomach.
“On your hands and knees, Kate. If we are going to do this, we will do it properly.”
Kate scrambled to her knees and looked back at him over her shoulder. A gush of wetness trailed down her thighs at the sight of her husband - his bare chest with the perfect smattering of chest hair, his broad shoulders and arms which rested on her hips, gently caressing them, his perfect full lips parted, his hair a mess, a faint blush on his cheeks - he was perfect, sculpted by the gods and the most beautiful man she had ever seen.
He broke her reverie when he sucked two of his fingers in his mouth all the while maintaining eye contact with her, and brought them to her aching cunt.
His eyes widened when he touched her.
“God, Kate. You are dripping. Is this all for me?”
“Yes, yes all for you - Anthony please,” she choked out, needing him close. “I need you - I need to feel you -”
“Tsk tsk, but first we have to fulfil your wish, don’t we?” He massaged her left buttock, his hand large enough to cover almost the entirety of her flesh. “How many slaps do you think would suffice, viscountess?”
“I- I do not-”
“Hmm, let me think. I have always been fond of number six. How about six, my darling?”
Kate nodded and whimpered, her head falling on the pillow, aching nipples grazing the silky bed sheet. She instinctively pushed her arse back towards Anthony, and gasped when she felt his cock against her skin.
“Oh, look at you, my love,” Anthony said, the crack in his voice betraying his own state of arousal. “You’re begging for my cock, aren’t you?” He massaged her arse with his large hands before-
Thwak!
Kate felt the sudden sting of his hand and moaned loudly. Good lord, it was more exquisite than she had ever imagined.
“Oh, you enjoyed that didn’t you,” Anthony’s voice came out as a strangled whisper as she looked behind him and saw him breath heavily.
“Yes, my darling… don’t stop-” she wailed.
And stop he did not. Anthony rained a series of slaps on her arse, making her scream louder with each thwak of his hand on her flesh. He kept caressing her reddened skin whilst muttering words of praise - oh god, Kate you should see what I see, so beautiful, so perfect, never seen such a pretty arse - as Kate dangled on the edge of losing herself to ecstasy.
After what seemed like an eternity, Kate felt a kiss on her shoulder. “Are you okay, sweetheart?” she heard him say, his voice drowned over the sound of her own pounding heart and deep breaths. “We can stop if you’re tired-”
“No, I need you inside me,” she turned her head around and met the eyes of her husband, worry evident in his eyes.
“Are you sure, Kate? Did I - did I go too far?”
“No! You did exactly what I wanted you to, and now, I want you to fuck me, Anthony,” she pressed her lips to his in a hard kiss, hoping to convey the desire she felt for him, heightened all the more by this… experience.
“Fuck, Kate,” he whimpered when they parted. “You’re going to be the end of me.”
And then finally, Anthony grabbed her hips and positioned himself behind her. “God Kate, I - you are - I cannot wait I- ” he nudged the head of his cock against her cunt, before burying himself to the hilt in one, practised move.
“Anthony…..,” Kate wailed. “Do not be gentle, I can take it.”
“Ahhhh godd-” he choked out, as he thrusted haphazardly a few times, before establishing a hard and fast rhythm. Kate knew neither of them would last very long, as by now she could tell when Anthony was close to the precipice of his orgasm.
Every thrust forced a moan out of Kate’s mouth, and the delicious balance between the pain of Anthony’s hips slapping against her sensitive arse and the pleasure she felt as his cock repeatedly slammed into her cunt made her climax harder than she had in weeks. She was vaguely aware of screaming out her pleasure without a care for her vocal cords or about who might hear her.
She did, however, notice her husband’s tightening grip on her shoulder and waist, as he came with a loud moan of his own, his warmth flooding her insides. He kept pumping for a while, before sagging against her back as they both fell on the bed in an exhausted heap.
“Give me a moment to recover, and I shall move,” Anthony murmured.
“Take all the time you need, love,” Kate sighed, her limbs aching but in an oddly satisfied way.
Anthony, in fact, did not take all the time he needed and with strength she did not know how he mustered, bolted up from the bed and went to their adjoining bathroom. Kate closed her eyes and almost drifted away in sleep when she felt a slight sting on her reddened arse that made her jump.
“Just a little twinge, my love. The cream will help,” Anthony said, as he carefully applied the balm to her skin and wiped her cunt with a wet towel. She let him dote on her without a word - after all, it was one of her favourite parts of their married life, the care he constantly showered upon her.
Before too long, she felt her husband climb into bed and position her head on his chest.
“Was that everything you had hoped for, Kate?” he asked, and Kate could hear the nervousness in his voice.
“It was, darling. It was what I hoped for and more,” she raised her head to look at him. “I like… I like when you’re rough with me,” she whispered.
Anthony groaned and kissed her hard. “Keep it up and I shall be forced to act on your wishes twice in one night.”
Kate laughed and kissed his chest. “Tomorrow, sweetheart. Show it to me tomorrow. I don’t think you have the stamina for it today.”
“You menace…” he growled and kissed the top of her head before extinguishing the candles on his bedside table.
Kate giggled and grabbed his hand, kissing his fingers and thumb gently.
Unbeknownst to Anthony, Kate could not wait to feel that very thumb pressing down on her throat tomorrow.
She was his menace, after all.