Newland sucked in a strong, powerful breath. Only at times like this did May make him forget the Countess.

Newland suddenly felt himself becoming aroused by the ludicrous, yet intriguing sight of his young wife. She was playing at dominating him, and he knew exactly what she needed. However, he would soon put an end to her fanciful ideas by making swift, vigorous love to her. If she so needed, he would gladly enter her backdoor to service her. He quickly removed his shirt.

“Let me satisfy your needs,” he said as he approached her. But as he reached for the feather crop she held in her hand, she pulled her arm away from him.

“Let us make haste, Newland.” She smiled devilishly at him. “Turn around and I shall tease you with my arse feather.”

She giggled, he guffawed, and soon they were both laughing hysterically.

When Newland finally nodded his assent to her whims, she suddenly took control and whirled him around. She bumped him with a gentle nudge, and he toppled forward so that his upper torso was now leaning over the back of a cushioned chair. Still laughing and under her spell, Newland allowed the play to continue. Then she reached a hand around his body, grasped his throbbing member, and began stroking the length of it. Aroused by the sensual touch of her hand, his laughter quickly turned to lustful groans.

Who had May become?

Then quite unexpectedly, she pressed the faux member attached to her strap against one of his bottom cheeks, while leaning her bare breasts into his back, rubbing only the tips of her nipples across his smooth skin.

“I see that you like this,” she said in an imperious, raspy voice. She lightly clinched the lobe of his ear between her teeth, as if daring him to disagree. She moaned in her own pleasure, though her pearl and orchid were untouched.

Lost in the pleasure, he groaned. Then she tightened her grasp around his earlobe and said, “I’m going to take you now, husband.”

He agreed in a voice hoarse with lust and trepidation.

She released his ear from her teeth and began sucking the delicate skin. Then she licked around the rim of the ear before releasing it altogether. Then she took up the crop with the arse feather and slid it through the fold in his buttocks.

Newland released a manly sigh as she continued tickling his arse. He was so delighted that he raised his hips so that she might freely access his intimate anatomy, not expecting anything more than this pleasant sensation. She did not disappoint and continued to sail the feather the length of his fold and then dipped lower to feather his jewels. He was so much aroused by the pleasure she was delivering that he vacillated between groans and light laughter. Then she moved directly behind him and probed his forbidden door with the lubricated French member that was strapped to her loins.

“Oh, no, it won’t go in,” he said, starting to protest.