Free His Spoilt Lady by Vanessa Brooks

his
lap and on to the bed, raising himself up until he was poised over
her, his hands either side of her face, his thumbs caressing her
soft cheeks. He whispered gruffly into her ear, “There is no way I
can make this easy for you, my love; the first time is always bad
for a woman, but next time... I promise will be different.”
    The soaring
sensation suddenly left her, leaving Linnett feeling confused and
wanting. John’s weight pressed down upon her, replacing the sweet
spiralling sensations with a forceful and intruding pain. “No!”
Linnet cried out attempting to push herself up the bed and away
from under him. “Stop, no, please no!” Linnett cried.
    John held her
shoulders firmly into the bed and with a powerful thrust from his
hips he penetrated her. He felt her virgin flesh tear and pulled
back, ready to thrust higher, pausing to allow her to become
accustomed to the feel of his embedded shaft. Linnett gasped and
dug her nails deep into his shoulders, not quite sure if she was
pushing him away or pulling him to her. Nothing else , only the
sensation of the two of them now joined at the hip with the alien
feel of his swollen member embedded within her virgin flesh. John
lowered his head and kissed her, waiting for Linnett to become
accustomed to the feel of him, but in return she bit his lip
deeply. With a quiet ferocity John pushed himself deep and hard
within her, pounding towards his need to release.
    For Linnett, it
was a burning and stinging ordeal. It ended suddenly, with John
stiffening as he gave a loud groan and slumped forward, lying
still, his sudden dead weight a shock to her. Slowly, John relaxed
and lay with his full body weight pressing down heavily on her.
Linnett lay there sore, sticky and slightly sick…. how did women
endure this? This was meant to be love? Those wonderful feelings
that she had felt, they led only to this? She pushed at John’s
inert body, wanting him away from her. She wanted to weep and to
scold. John rolled off, murmuring her name sweetly, but Linnett
turned on to her side and moved to the opposite edge of the bed.
She pulled the covers tight up to her ears and curled into a
ball.
    John sighed
heavily and moved so that he was curled around her stiff back.
Putting an arm around her, he lifted the cascade of her hair and
kissed her shoulder. “I know that I have hurt you, my love. I am
sorry, but I can assure you, it will be different for you next
time. It is always hard for a woman the first time. Sleep now, my
sweet. We have an early start in the morning. Good night...Mrs.
Foster.” John kissed Linnett’s unresponsive cheek, then yawned and
settled himself; he promptly fell asleep.
    Linnett lay
curled into a ball, wishing her mother was still alive so she could
go to her with her many unanswered questions. She lay silently
weeping, listening to John’s deep, even breathing, until at last
she too fell into an exhausted sleep.
    When Linnett
awoke, before she had even opened her eyes, she knew instinctively
that she was alone in the bed. Rolling onto her back, she glanced
around the room, and sure enough, there was no one there. It was
early, dawn. Perhaps John had already left on his journey back to
America. She hoped so. At least, unlike many other women, she would
not have to endure THAT more than once or twice a year. There was a
light tapping at the door and Lottie entered bearing a tray of
breakfast things.
    “Good morning,
miss, I mean ma'am,” she said brightly. “Your husband bade me bring
you a tray. Sir Thomas is up and dressed. He is going to travel to
the port as well.”
    She set the
tray down on a small table, near a chair that was set by the fire.
“I’ll just give the fire a rattle around and get it burning again,
and you can sit here and get warm, it’s that chilly this
morning!”
    Linnett sat up
in bed and shivered. So, her father intended to see John off from
the port. No doubt he thought she would go to see John on his way
and wanted to keep