Authors: Jess Michaels
Tags: #Fiction, #Erotica, #General, #Romance, #Historical
Her eyes fluttered shut at the image he created. She could almost picture sitting down for a proper tea with equal y proper ladies, al the while wearing something utterly scandalous beneath her gown. Such a thing would make her so aware of what was awaiting her at home.
“Answer me, Beatrice,” he said sharply.
“Yes,” she moaned. “Yes, my lord.”
“Have you ever touched yourself?” he asked.
Her eyes flew open and their gazes locked.
“You know I have,” she whispered. “In the bath.”
He shook his head. “I meant before you came here. Before you were mine.”
She flushed, her cheeks hot as fire. “Y–yes,” she final y admitted. “A few times.”
“But did you ever feel release like I have given you?”
Beatrice pondered his question. She
had
furtively toyed with herself in her bed. The sensation had been lovely, but she’d never found completion until he gave it to her. Only now could she make herself orgasm. She shook her head. “Pleasure, but never release. Not until you took me.”
“You mean, I gave you your first orgasm?” he asked, eyes widening slightly and darkening with what she knew was pleasure.
“Yes, my lord,” she whispered. “You taught me that pleasure.”
“Very good,” he growled. His eyes sparkled with wicked intent. “Now tel me, Miss Beatrice Albright, would you like one now?”
She nodded wordlessly, even though she knew the silence wouldn’t be enough.
silence wouldn’t be enough.
“
Tell me
,” he insisted.
“I want an orgasm, my lord,” she said through clenched teeth. “Please.”
“Wait,” he whispered. “You wil , I promise you.”
She shivered, for with that promise her pussy twitched in anticipation.
“Come to the table,” he murmured, motioning to the place where he had taken her before. She fol owed him, unable to do anything but comply, when she knew he would give her such pleasure in exchange for her obedience.
She turned so that her back was facing him, like she had the first time they had sex here. Before she could bend over the table and offer herself to him, he touched her shoulder and turned her.
“Not this time,” he said softly. “Lie back.”
She did so. The table was surprisingly comfortable since it was padded and covered with supple leather. She relaxed, control ing her breathing and surrendering herself to watching him loom over her.
But to her surprise, he didn’t take her. Instead, he grabbed one hand and lifted it above her head, snapping it into the restraint and tightening it so that she could no longer move her arm.
She jerked out of reflex and tried to free herself, but it was impossible. She stared as he repeated the action on the opposite hand.
“Gareth!” she cried out. “Stop!”
He arched a brow and smiled at her. He had told her that he wouldn’t release her unless she used that one word. And it wasn’t stop.
Wicked
hung on her tongue yet again, but she kept herself from using it, even though the pinning of her arms was a little frightening. Stil her blood throbbed hot in her veins and she couldn’t deny that just behind the fear, she felt alive with desire and passion and anticipation of what he would do to her next.
“Naughty little slave,” Gareth said softly. “You don’t get to tel me what to do to you. How shal I punish you, Beatrice?”
Her eyes widened further as she stared at him.
“Punish?”
“Oh yes.” He caught her ankle and bent her leg gently before he slipped it into the binding at the bottom of the table. She watched as he repeated that action on the opposite ankle.
Now she was truly caught, her legs spread and held open to lewdly reveal her wet and swol en sex. She was utterly at his mercy and he was saying things about punishing her.
“What wil you do to me, my lord?” she asked, hating that her voice shook, but even more that the shaking wasn’t only from fear.
How could she
like
this utter surrender and subjugation?
But she did. In some dark and feverish place inside of her, she loved that he robbed her of control with no apologies or remorse.
He arched a brow. “Later you wil learn not to question me,” he whispered. “But for now I forgive you because you are learning. What wil I do to you? That is a very interesting question. You see, my dear, my intentions tonight were to bring you to orgasm over and over and over again until you were weak and begging me to come.”
Beatrice couldn’t help but shiver in response at the image such torment created.
Gareth chuckled. “I see you like that idea. Very nice. And later, I swear to you I wil do that. You think of that while I dole out my punishment today.”
“And wh–what is your punishment, lord?” Her gaze darted to the col ection of lashes mounted on the wal . Gareth fol owed her stare and shook his head. “Not yet, darling. You’re not ready for such punishment as that. I want you to be so curious about the idea of being spanked that you come the first time I do it. No, not that. I think I shal do the opposite of my original plan.”
“The opposite?”
He nodded. “Tonight I planned dozens of orgasms during hours of pleasure. But instead I think I shal doom you to only one. And you wil have to wait to have it. No pleasure, no release for you, to punish you for being so naughty as to question your master.”
Beatrice opened her mouth to argue, but Gareth’s arched brow stopped her. If she did that, he might not let her have
any
pleasure and only torment her al night.
“If you come before I al ow it,” he whispered, leaning over her, “I wil leave you bound here and go back to my chamber. You wil have nothing and I wil let the servants come and free you in the morning.”
A strange titil ation roared through Beatrice at the idea that strangers might see her trussed up as she was, but she turned her face so that he wouldn’t see her interest.
Of course, he did. It seemed she could hide nothing from him.
“Little minx,” he drawled. “I knew being watched titil ated you, but not so much. Something to keep in mind for future reference, but not tonight. Unless you mind for future reference, but not tonight. Unless you are very naughty. Do you understand?”
She nodded slowly.
He eased himself over her, his hot, hard body stil ful y clothed, while she was shamelessly naked and splayed out for his pleasure, covering her. He maneuvered until they were face to face and held her stare.
“I won’t hurt you, Beatrice,” he said softly, his tone pure reassurance. “You must know that and ful y surrender. When you do, it wil be utter pleasure for us both. I promise.”
She caught her breath. In some odd way, this was him asking
her
permission. She thought of what he had said earlier, that in some way she had the higher power in this relationship, not only because she could stop it with that one word, but also because his main duty as her master was to take care of her needs. To protect her from harm and give her great pleasure. If she was obedient, she could have it. And so much more.
“I understand,” she forced past dry lips and a tight throat. “And I…I trust you—
my
lord.”
His eyes widened at that difficult admission, but then his mouth came down to cover hers and she slipped under his spel . His tongue breached her lips, fil ing her with heat and the taste of whiskey and mint combined. She groaned. God, just his kiss was such pleasure. It was unfair that he could make her come undone so easily. She had never been one to surrender and yet his touch forced her. Already, she was his slave, at least with her body. She might not be ready to admit it, but she would do anything, everything for
this
. He drew back and stared at her. “Don’t come.”
Before she could respond, his mouth moved down her body and he covered one aching breast with his lips. He suckled her breast slowly, languidly and final y lewdly by lapping his tongue al over the sensitive flesh. Beatrice squirmed, but her binds kept her from moving too much. Al she could do was wait and feel the tormenting pressure and power of what he was doing. The heat of his mouth moved through her bloodstream, it fil ed al her senses and it settled in a throbbing, pounding need between her legs. Her clit tingled and she tensed her sheath as she tried to ease the pressure.
She couldn’t. With his every touch she grew more ready and wild with desire.
“You are so responsive,” Gareth murmured as he slid lower, tasting her stomach, nibbling her thigh. “I cannot wait until I can make you come just by looking at you the right way.”
“You could do that?” she gasped in wonder, forgetting her role as slave to his master.
He looked up as he took a position between her thighs. His dark eyes flashed with heat. “If you surrender to me ful y, if you are mine in every way, I wil do such things to you that when you think of them, you’l tremble.”
She licked her lips, unable to stop herself. “L–like what?”
He didn’t answer for a moment, busying himself instead with peeling the lips of her dripping sex open with his thumbs. He looked at her ready body and she strained for his touch even though she knew she shouldn’t.
“There is so much I could do, Beatrice. One day, I wil make you come in carriages, behind screens and in gardens at bal s. I wil pleasure you under tables at suppers. You’l find yourself thinking of my mouth and cock while you have tea with your friends. And you wil ache for me and want to relieve that ache in any way you can, even if it means touching yourself in public in a ladies’ salon.”
Beatrice heard a moan and was shocked to realize it was her own. The images he was creating in her mind were shocking and should have been distasteful. Instead, she longed for those days. She
wanted
to be his plaything. She wanted to be so attuned to him that a look could bring her to completion. She wanted to feel owned and beautiful and alive, just like she felt right now.
“You’re so close,” he growled as he once again examined her wet and weeping sex. “This wil be difficult for you. You cannot come, Beatrice. I don’t want to punish you, but I wil .”
She nodded as he glanced up at her briefly. She forced herself to think of other things, but it was nearly impossible when his fingers came down to her center and he pressed one to the soaking entrance of her sheath.
Beatrice’s body offered no resistance as Gareth slipped a finger deep within her. In fact, her body tugged at him, welcoming him inside her wet heat as she groaned in ecstasy. He had meant to lick her, suck her clit, but he could tel she was too close to release. The moment he pressed his mouth to her heated flesh, she would explode and he would be forced to mete out punishment.
As her master, it was his duty to help her, so he avoided her shining, hard clit and instead stroked within her with his finger. She struggled to meet his gentle thrusts, but she was bound tightly enough that she could hardly lift her hips to match his strokes. Stil her sheath squeezed, holding him tightly inside and giving him so many images of feeling his cock held the same way, cradled within the protection of her warm and wil ing body.
He ignored the shining temptation of her clit and instead glided another finger inside her sheath. She opened for him, stretching to accept him as she cried out in pleasure. She trembled as he stroked her, but he could feel her struggling to hold back, to keep her orgasm at bay just as he had asked her to do. That fact made his desire for her swel .
Despite herself, she was making every effort to submit and from the way she thrashed her head against the soft cushioned table, she liked it. Just as he had always hoped, he had found a woman who liked the struggle for control. One who would bow to his wil and take pleasure in the act of giving herself over to him.
Beatrice couldn’t stop herself from moaning, crying out as Gareth invaded her with a third finger. Her sheath stretched and felt so ful , yet it wasn’t unpleasant. In fact, it was delicious. Especial y when he curled his fingers ever so slowly. The tips rubbed the top of her sheath with increasing pleasure and then he hit upon a new spot.
Intense, explosive pleasure shot through her and she tensed, lifting against the binds with al her might as she fought to hold back the tide of pleasure his unexpected touch brought. She wanted to find release, but if she did, she was ful y aware of the consequences.
But then the pressure was gone as Gareth withdrew his fingers. She watched as he lifted them to his lips and licked her juices clean. Her stomach clenched and she sighed out another moan in response.
“It’s too much,” he murmured.
She nodded. “Yes,
my
lord. But it was so good. So good.”
“Then later I wil do it again and again.” He leaned over her and his eyes glittered in the firelight. “Later.”
She moaned. If this was how intense al their lovemaking sessions were to be from now on, she would likely not survive. But at least she would die a happy death, in the arms of this man who could give her such pleasures like she’d never known before. He moved away from her, crossing the room until she couldn’t see him from her place on the table. She heard him moving, the swish of fabric, and then he returned, carrying some kind of slanted pil ow. He set it aside and loosened her ankle restraints until she had a bit more movement in her hips.
“Lift up,” he said softly.
For the first time, Beatrice didn’t prickle at the order. Instead, she lifted her hips obediently and awaited whatever would come next. Gently, he slipped the pil ow beneath her. She was surprised that it wasn’t soft, but more formed to keep her at an angle, hips lifted ever so slightly. But with the support at her back, she didn’t find the new position uncomfortable.
“Perfect,” he breathed as he adjusted her ankle restraints again and stepped away. “You are offered to me like some pagan ritual.”
She couldn’t help but smile. This room was like a place of sacrifice, the table an altar of pleasure. She supposed that made Gareth the god and she the virgin given to appease him.
“She smiles.” He chuckled as he moved a chair to the foot of the table so he could sit at the edge, right in front of her open sex and clenching bottom.