Humbled by Renee Rose

she was on his lap, his hot open mouth dragging across the pulse at her neck as he held her by her nape. His teeth found her earlobe, his hand kneaded her breast. “Do you tempt me, Corinne?” he asked.
    “Yes,” she breathed.
    “I can hardly be gentle. You have been a torture to me. How do you think I stood it, lying next to you, night after night, pretending to be your husband and never taking you?”
    She panted, lifting her chest to press her aching breasts into his hands. “Then take me.”
    He said nothing for a moment, his breath rasping hot in her ear. She trembled in his hold, every nerve alive and firing, hungry for his touch.
    “You could find a gentleman for a husband in La Nouvelle-Orléans.”
    She stiffened. “And you could become one.”
    He took her earlobe into his mouth, sucking, sending a fresh flush of heat straight to her sex. “If I were a gentleman,” he said when he lifted his lips, “would you marry me?”
    “Would I have to obey your every demand?” she asked, a smile curving on her lips. She had thought many times about their “pleasure in pain” discussion at the inn, trying to imagine the relationship he had described with his wife. She found herself more and more desperate to experience what they had, to be that intimate with Jean-Claude.
    His hand dragged up her leg, tugging her skirt with it. “You would obey,” he said in a husky voice, “…or suffer the consequences.” His hand connected with her bare skin, stroking the outside of her upper thigh, his hardened cock pressed against her leg.
    Delicious anticipation mounted as she parted her legs to give him access. “Worse consequences than I have already experienced?”
    His fingers stroked up to her bare bottom, then back down her thigh, caressing her knee and following the inside of her leg until his thumb brushed her sex with a shocking sensation. “Not worse, but perhaps different.” The hand at her nape shifted to grasp the back of her hair, as he had done the night at the inn. He tugged her head back. “I would take you any way I liked, any time I liked.”
    The muscles of her sex lifted, squeezing hard at his words.
    “I might find pleasure in giving you pain. Can you imagine such a thing, Corinne?”
    “No,” she gasped.
    “No?” His hand connected with her sex, again sending a jolt through her entire body. “If I were a gentleman, I might make you call me monsieur .”
    Her giggle strangled into a gasp as his finger parted her lips and rubbed over her wet sex. “Oh!”
    “Oh, what?”
    “Oh…?” She writhed under his touch, her trembling thighs clamping around his wrist.
    He lifted her to stand, keeping her skirt lifted at her waist. When his gaze travelled to her sex, she squeezed her legs together and brought her hands in front to shield it from his gaze.
    “If I were your husband, you would not be allowed to ever cover what I wanted to see,” he said, his voice deepened. “I will show you what would happen. Lift your hands.”
    “No,” she protested, trying to take a step backward.
    He upended her over his knee, his hand connecting with her bared bottom before she had even touched the floor with her outstretched palms. “Ouch!” she squealed.
    He stopped, rubbing the sting away. “Naughty little girl. If you were my wife, I would teach you an important lesson about who you belonged to.” He slapped her bottom again several times, the sound echoing in their small cabin.
    “Jean-Claude, please! The other passengers will hear!”
    “Yes,” he mused. “You are probably right. I could use a rope instead but I fear you would resent the results.”
    “No rope! No rope! Your hand will do.”
    “Monsieur,” he corrected.
    “What?”
    He delivered another four quick spanks. “You will call me monsieur.”
    “Yes, monsieur!” she giggled.
    He spanked again, much harder this time. “Do you find that amusing?”
    “No, monsieur!” she cried, twisting to avoid the punishing blows.
    He