The Chinese Lantern Bride Ch. 03

And there was a man, nestled between her thighs, his tongue unabashedly caressing her in a most unspeakable place.

"Well, good morning, my little wildcat," Anthony grinned up at her as she stared at him in consternation. Honestly, was there anything else on this man's mind?

"I've got a surprise for you," He lifted up two perfect jadeite spheres up so she could see them.

"What are those?" She asked, curiosity peeking through her sensual reverie.

"These are ben-wa balls, I had them specially imported. The ancient Chinese really loved these and I'm sure you'll like them too." He slipped one inside her and she gasped as how cold the smooth surface of the ball felt inside her steaming cavern. The second ball followed swiftly.

"What are you doing?" She demanded. "Oh!" Her eyes rolled back as he sucked her delicate clit between his lips as his tongue lapped hungrily against her sensitivity. He just fucking doesn't play fair, she thought in consternation, as she felt herself climbing towards her peak. As her muscles contracted in pleasure, she could feel the balls moving inside her and creating a strange, not entirely unpleasant sensation as they rubbed against a particularly delectable spot. Santamaria. She found herself gasping as her hips subconsciously tilted up against his face.

Oh, screw him, a more ravenous part of her psyche advised, this isn't a bad way to wake up.

Getting breathless, Gianna anticipated the imminent release and was just about to burst when Anthony stopped abruptly and sat up.

"Huh?"

Wrongfooted and feeling suddenly bereft, she looked accusingly at him as he smiled innocently back.

"Yes, Gianna?"

Despite knowing that he was baiting her, Gianna's frustration and confusion won over as she hesitantly replied.

"But... I haven't... I thought..."

"Oh yes," Anthony arched an eyebrow. "But I thought we would go and have breakfast. Mrs Beauchamp has prepared a special meal and it would be rude to be late."

Rising off from the bed, she realized that he was fully dressed in a starched white shirt, his signature jeans and cowboy boots. Feeling exposed in her nudity, she drew the covers up over her as he grinned.

"Nothing I haven't already seen," he laughed as she gnashed her teeth in fury as she glared daggers at him. He tossed her something and she caught it instinctively.

"I took the liberty of unpacking your stuff for you while you slept." Before she could interrupt him indignantly, he continued. "This dress is particularly lovely. It'll bring out your eyes. I want you to wear it today."

Gianna was about to retort that she would do nothing of the sort when she realized which dress it was that he had picked out. Smooth her fingers over the soft velvet material, she realized that it was her day dress, in a shade of emerald green which looked particularly striking against her. Her mother had had it tailored for her nineteenth birthday. She was somewhat surprised that he had picked this particular dress, since it was exactly the same one she would have -- if only he had given her the chance to.

Sighing, she pulled the dress over her and rose out of bed. She smoothed the full skirt down as the velvet fabric hugged her curves. Walking to the dresser, Gianna tamed her curls with a hair brush. As she placed the brush down, she saw her grandmother's necklace on the table and hurried to pick it up. Just before her fingers closed around it, she was intercepted.

"That's a pretty necklace," Anthony commented as he picked it up.

"It was my grandmother's," Gianna replied hotly as she tried to retrieve it from him. "She gave it to me."

Anthony avoided her attempts to grab the necklace. "Allow me," he suggested, and reluctantly, she offered her neck to him. As he did the clasp on her necklace, his fingers lingered on the back of her neck, sending a shiver down her spine.

"Very lovely," he praised, as he took in her outfit. Rolling her eyes, Gianna looked in the cabinet for her satin slippers. As she walked, she was aware that the balls were still inside and made to take them out.

"Wait," Anthony commanded sharply. She looked at him in surprise.

"You will keep those in throughout breakfast. Make sure they stay inside you. If they fall out before we return here, I will spank you, and not just with the paddle, oh no. I'll use a riding crop this time."

Gianna's eyes flashed with anger. The nerve of this man.

"Maybe I'll take them out anyway," she huffed and yelped as he grabbed her wrist in his. Pulling her towards him, he lay a sudden spank on her behind. Gianna squealed in pain.

"Yes, the bruises hurt a lot worse on the second day," Anthony confirmed as she winced. "The arnica cream I applied for you will help, but a spanking with a riding crop will ensure that you're unable to stand, sit or walk for a week."

Raising his arms, he quirked. "Your choice."

Looking at his broad grin, it took every strand of resistance to keep Gianna from striking him.

"Fine," she snapped. She stomped to the door, but he got to it first. Opening for her, he did a little bow like the fake gentleman that he was.

"After you, my dearest wife."

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Gianna fumed all the way down the stairs, refusing to look at her brute of a husband. The ben wa balls moved constantly in her and she found herself having to make a conscious effort to clench her muscles in order to hold them in. The sensation was only intensified by the fact that he had not given her the release she so badly needed.

She was in the middle of a silent curse of choice expletives that would have made her mother weep when they entered the hotel lobby. Passing the seating area on their way to the dining room, Anthony slowed his pace and touched her hand.

"I'd like you to meet someone," he led her over to a distinguished looking gentleman. He wore a long leather trench coat and a smart pair of round spectacles.

"Dr Beauchamp, may I introduce my lovely wife, Gianna to you. Gianna, this is Richmond Beauchamp, our town doctor. He's also the husband of the lovely Matilda Beauchamp, who you met yesterday."

"A pleasure to meet you, Gianna," the Doctor smiled kindly and reached out his hand towards hers. "I've heard many lovely things about you from my wife."

"The pleasure is mine, sir," Gianna replied and as she walked over to him, Anthony gave her butt cheek a light, surreptitious smack causing the balls to jolt against each other. Gianna squeaked in surprise and the doctor looked at her with concern.

"Are you alright, Gianna?" he inquired in concern.

"Yes, darlin', whatever has got you in such a tizzy?" Anthony widened his eyes in fake concern. Gianna glared at her treacherous husband.

"Oh, do pardon me," she apologized as smoothly as she could. "My legs are still sore from travelling."

After assuring the doctor that she was well and bidding a good morning to him, she stormed towards the dining hall with Anthony laughing as he caught up with her.

"Why did you do that?" she hissed at him.

Anthony smiled broadly at her. "Because I wanted to."

"Well, you can't do things like that in public," Gianna snapped.

Anthony's eyes narrowed as he pulled her roughly towards him.

"Hey!"

Her protest was muffled as he kissed her roughly. He parted her lips with his, and slipped his tongue into her mouth to deepen the kiss.

"Oh good heavens!"

They jumped away from each other at the sound of the embarrassed exclamation. Gianna blushed as she saw Mrs Beauchamp standing nervously at the dining table.

"Pardon me," the older lady stammered.

"It's fine, Mrs Beauchamp," Anthony said smoothly as he gently retrieved the tray she carried and set it down. "I was just enjoying a little moment with my new wife, I'm so dreadfully sorry to have embarrassed you."

"Oh, not at all!" Mrs Beauchamp tittered. Her face brightened as she smiled broadly up at Anthony. Gianna watched this exchange with interest. It was obvious that he could turn on the charm like the push of a button. No wonder his staff seemed to like him so much.

And, of course, I get to see him at his worse. She mused rebelliously.

"Excuse me, Gianna, Mrs Beauchamp. I need to have a word with Trevor about the cattle." Anthony excused himself and left Gianna alone with Mrs Beauchamp.

"So, how are you fitting in, Miss... Gianna?"

Gianna blushed in mortification as she remembered that Anthony wasn't the only one that knew about her little lie.

"Mrs Beauchamp," she stammered. "I'm... so sorry, I-"

The older lady clucked sympathetically and took her hands.

"No need for apologies at all, Miss. Mister Davies told me everything. Poor, sweet lass. Don't worry; Jack and I are the only ones who know about this and he's already been sworn to secrecy. Just relax, my child. You owe no apologies to anyone."

Gianna felt touched at the older lady's kindness. Grasping her hands tight, she said fervently, "Thank you, Mrs Beauchamp."

"Oh please, call me Matilda, if you wish. We're going to be spending lots of time together from now on."

Gianna smiled warmly at her as she took a seat at the table. The breakfast was delicious and she found herself halfway through her scrambled eggs and bacon by the time Anthony returned.

"You have a healthy appetite," he commented and narrowed his eyes as Gianna stuck her tongue out at him.

"Manners," he mouthed at her warningly, before turning his attention to the newspaper. They spent the rest of the meal in a strangely companionable silence.

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Anthony grinned as Gianna hurried up the stairs, taking them two at a time. He knew that the twin effects of withholding her orgasm and having the balls inside her had made her desperate for release and he meant to utilize that well.

"Gianna," he called as she made a beeline for the bedroom. Turning around, she looked at him confused.

"Where are you going?"

"You said you would take the balls out after breakfast," she reminded him accusingly.

"I know what I said, but we won't be taking them out in the bedroom. I want to show you my collection."

Walking towards him with her delicate brows raised, he could tell that her interest, or at least, her curiosity was piqued.

"What collection?" she demanded, a touch of impatience in her voice that made him smile.

"Come, I'll show you." He opened the door to his study and ushered her in.

Leading her to the far end of the room, he drew the large hall curtains apart to reveal a hidden part of the room.

"As you know, I'm an avid collector of oriental curios. While most of them are decorative, I've amassed quite a collection of... functional items."

"Functional?" Gianna looked around her in wonder as she took in the curious scene. The walls were lined with separate glass display cases, each of them containing strange artefacts that sat on a velvet cushion.

"Yes. This case, is supposed to contain the ben wa balls that you so delectably have within you," he gestured towards the first case that was empty. Gianna narrowed her eyes at him.

Leading her over to a second case, he enjoyed the satisfaction of watching her eyes pop as she saw the phallic looking object.

"What... is that?"

"This," he said, lifting it out of the case. "Is a terracotta dildo." As she raised her eyebrows, Anthony was reminded of her inexperience and explained, "it's what the ancient Chinese women used for their... satisfaction when sexual partners were not readily available."

Her lips twitched as she took the dildo from him. Running her fingers over the nubs on the surface, she mused, "well, it's not very anatomically correct, is it."

Anthony laughed. "Well, let's say that they didn't always have prior experience of what an actual cock looked like."

He watched in amusement as a look of smugness flashed over her face before she said sweetly, "Oh, you're right. This is far more attractive."

He glared at her, but couldn't really put much stock in the expression since he was rather tickled by her sheer daring.

"I'm glad you like it, because I have plans to fuck you with it in the very near future." Satisfied as a look of alarm replaced her pleased expression, Anthony retrieved the dildo and moved on to the next case.

"This," he said lifting a peculiarly shaped sculpture that resembled a door knob, "is a terracotta butt plug."

He nodded in confirmation as her questioning look turned into one of disgust. Laughing, he approached the next case and hesitated.

"Ooh, what is that?" Trust her to be interested in this one item. "It's a male chastity cage," he reluctantly explained. He lifted it up. "The man's dick is inserted through these three rings before he is erect. Feel the surface." He took her hand so that she could run her fingers over the pointy nodules that stuck out from the underside of the rings.

"The clasp is fastened and locked with a key. When he gets erect, the device bites into his skin. He is unable to take it off, so he has to either find a way to douse his arousal or else face the painful sensation of a thousand sharp needles pricking down on his most sensitive part."

Anthony's voice trailed off as he took in the expression on her face. Time to reign her in.

"I know what you're thinking," he growled suddenly, making her jump guiltily. "I keep an extra set of the key on me at all times. In case you were thinking of anything funny, this particular collection ought to dissuade you."

Leading her roughly over to the far end of the room, he saw her eyes widen.

"I call this my wall of pain," Anthony smirked. He pointed to a series of wooden canes in increasing thickness. "Those are willow canes. The thick ones are pretty painful, but it's the thin ones that really raise welts on the skin." Putting his hands on her shoulders as she recoiled, he turned her slightly to the left.

"Horsetail whips."

"And these," he continued, "are Japanese shibari rope. Perfect, for restraining a disobedient wife who has committed an infraction."

Gianna was silent for a long while before she spoke.

"And using these things to inflict pain... it gives you... joy?" She spat the word as though it was an expletive.

Anthony ran his hands through his hair.

"It gives me control, so yes, I do enjoy that. But these are all for your pleasure."

"How can any of that give me pleasure?" She shot at him. Looking him with thinly veiled hostility, she shook her head.

"The canes and whips, in fact, spanking in general," Anthony explained. "Can inflict a lot of hurt if I will them to. You'll remember that, from your experience yesterday." He leered at her as she cringed away from him.

"But when I'm not using them to discipline you, you'd be amazed at the new heights of sensation that they can bring you, the thrill you can get from submitting yourself to me."

"I seriously doubt that," Gianna grimaced.

Anthony quirked the corner of his mouth up.

"Choose a toy from this room, and I'll show you how pleasurable it can be for you."

Gianna's eyes shone, but before she could take that notion any further, Anthony growled at her warningly. "I will use the canes on you."

Hissing at him, Gianna folded her arms over her chest.

"I refuse," she haughtily declared. "I refuse to choose, because none of them interest me."

"Oh Gianna," Anthony laughed. "You seem to think that you have a choice. Choose something, or I'll discipline you for your bad behaviour."

Tugging her to him, he held her close as he nibbled at her ear lobe. She stomped on his foot in retaliation and he bite her shoulder hard, causing her to cry out in pain. Bending her elbow behind her back, he growled at her.

"You are my wife, and you will obey me. Now choose."

He released her and pushed her in front. Staring daggers at him, Gianna walked around the room before going to the first chest. Retrieving the dildo, she passed it to him, keeping her eyes fiercely on the ground.

"Good choice," Anthony smirked.

"Are you sure it's clean?" She grumbled as he lifted the skirt of her dress up. He ran his hands up her inner thighs, parting her legs.

"I keep everything in this room sterilized, Gianna. Now, kneel."

Rolling her eyes, Gianna dropped into a mocking curtsy before kneeling. Anthony was amazed by her bravado. Many of the other women he had brought into this room had quaked with fear but Gianna just met everything head on despite her obvious distaste. He felt his groin awaken at the sight of her in such a submissive position.

He bent down and lifted her dress over her head so that she was stark naked.

"Put your hands on your ankles," he ordered as he reached for the shibari rope.

Tying her hands to her ankles, he fastened the knots skilfully.

"Now there's a good girl," he murmured into her ear and he tweaked one of her soft nipples none too gently as she hissed in reluctant pleasure.

Pushing her down so that she lay with her feet in the air, he spread her legs apart so that her glistening vulva was completely exposed.

Anthony brought the dildo down and rubbed it against her clit. The protruding knobs on the cold surface made her cry out. He grinned as he brought it down towards her entrance, coating it in the slick moisture of her arousal.

"This needs to be well lubricated before it goes inside you," he grinned as he rotated it against her pussy lips. "It feels exquisite, does it not?" He murmured as he watched her squirm. "Every knob, every bump, rubbing against your sensitive skin. Imagine how it would feel inside you."

Anthony felt his erection straining against his pants as Gianna moaned incessantly. Releasing his dick from his pants, he brought it up to her mouth.

"Suck," he commanded. To his surprise, she wrapped her mouth around him and obeyed. She must have been more aroused than he thought. He gasped as her teeth scrapped against his dick and pulled her hair until she released him.

"That's enough," Anthony snapped. Stroking himself, he returned his attention to her area. As he positioned the dildo at her entrance, she widened her eyes.

"But the balls..."

"We'll keep the balls in," he told her as he eyed her opening lustily.

Bending down, he closed his mouth around her clitoris, causing her to erupt into a series of high pitched, desperate mews. At that moment, he stuck the entire dildo into her, making her scream from the abruptness.

"Anthony!"

He thrusted the dildo in and out of her tight cavern as it hit against the internal balls. Her naked breasts rose with the exertion of her intensified breathing. Just as she tensed her body, he stopped all movement.

"Fuck!"

Gianna cried out in frustration as her impending orgasm subsided. He licked her nipples softly as he felt her breathing slow.

"Frustrating, isn't it?" He whispered into her ear.

"Fuck you," she spat at him. Anthony laughed.

"Here," he untied her hands from her ankles and pressed the dildo into her hand. Meeting her surprised glance, Anthony grinned wolfishly at her.

"Go crazy," he mouthed, sitting back to watch the show.

With her hands free, Gianna inserted the dildo into herself hesitantly. As she quickened the pace, Anthony mirrored her actions with his hands on his own cock, pumping desperately as he watched his young wife pleasure herself in such a wanton fashion.

"Play with your clit," he rasped. Gianna took his advice and rubbed her pleasure nub with her free hand. Her face went slack with pleasure as she moaned loudly.

"Ohhhhhhh my godddd," she emitted a wrangled cry as she came violently. While she was convulsing from the intensity of her orgasm, Anthony walked over to her and chased his own release, aiming for her face.

With a shout, he felt his cock tense before his seed erupted from it. "Swallow, little wildcat, swallow every drop," he grunted as he spewed the thick, creamy liquid all over her pretty mouth.