Free His Little Courtesan by Breanna Hayse

abdomen, rapidly
ridding him of his trousers and eyeing the rigid, bobbing, wedding gift that
awaited her.
    "I am going to make love to you," Jane said
hoarsely, her mouth engulfing his sweet organ.
    Philip hissed, his fingers entwined in her hair as
Jane took him deep into her mouth. She hummed to the music, enjoying the taste
of his flesh and the velvety skin that caressed her tongue and cheeks. He
gently pushed her away as his body stiffened with lust.
    "I want to be inside you, you concupiscent
nymph," he growled.
    "Then take me." Jane traced her finger along
the length of his thigh before straddling his waist. Philip threaded his
fingers through her long, luxurious hair and pulled her head back while
piercing her with his fleshy sword. She purred as his generous cock buried
itself in the recesses of her womanhood, and hissed as he grabbed her hips to
move her up and down his length. His pelvis met hers as they rocked together in
a rhythm of lust. Without breaking the tempo, she swung her feet and legs to
one side of his body, his hard shaft still embedded within her.
    "This position is called The Swan ," Jane panted, her body yearning for something more.
"I want to feel you elsewhere. Somewhere deeper and more intimate. Take me
to that place, husband."
    Philip sat up and allowed his bent knees to fall to
either side, pressing the bottoms of his feet together. He invited Jane to sit
upon his rigid cock as their lips joined once again. She wrapped her legs
around his waist, her bottom lifted and supported by his strong arms, and
moaned as he slowly guided her along his pole.
    She threw her head back, calling out her pleasure as
he nipped on her neck. "You feel so good inside me," she groaned.
"More!"
    Philip grinned and carried her to a bench that had
been carved and polished until it gleamed in the light of the lamps. He pulled
his cock from her body and placed her, face down, upon the long, tilted
cushion. Her bent knees were settled in comfortable leather cups; similar to
the loops of Usha's enema table. Jane wrapped her arms around the long bolster
that supported her torso, and rested her cheek upon the end.
    Her legs were spread wide, offering her delights
completely to her new husband. Philip ran his hands down her back and across
her bottom, tracing the faint remnants of bruising left from Rama's discipline.
He pulled his hand back and smacked her sharply.
    Jane lifted her head and looked back at him. Deny him
nothing, she had been instructed.
    "More. Spank me harder," she begged.
    Philip obliged, crashing his hand against her stretched
backside, and then ran the side of his hand up along the center of her moist
flesh. He spanked her again, his hand leaving a delightful tingle where it had
impacted.
    "More!" Jane demanded.
    His hand fell over and over again, covering every inch
of her bottom with stinging slaps that served only to arouse her. One by one,
each smack raised a crimson hue that was soothed only by the slow caress of his
palm. She yipped as a new sensation traveled down her spine and between her
glowing cheeks. Goosebumps rose across her flesh, tiny mountains prickling her
skin, as the ice he'd taken from the fruit bowl ran along her flesh.
    Jane moaned as his cock plunged in before being buried
to the hilt within her. She opened herself to him, encouraging his possessive
claim to her fragrant garden. His hard abdomen slapped against her tender
nates, raising her need to a different level.
    "I want you to go elsewhere," Jane forced
out, through breathless pants.
    "Tell me. Say what you want," Philip
commanded, lunging deeply and holding himself inside. "Let go of English
society. Unchain yourself!"
    "Fuck me," Jane whispered timidly.
    "Louder, Jane!" He smacked her sharply on
the right cheek.
    "Fuck me?" she croaked out, unsure of what
he wanted. Usha's words, " Be bold in
your needs, else he may never grant you fulfillment, " shimmied through
her mind. "Fuck me, Philip! Please!"
    He pulled out halfway