curving. He concentrated on the knot instead of the tempting creamy globes. Heâd gotten too proficient in his knots, but managed to relieve her of the gag. The blindfold was simpler to pull over her golden brown hair, although he snagged a strand.
âOw!â
âSorry. There. Youâre almost back to rights. Sit down and Iâll work on the ropes. Then weâll have our late supper and talk.â
âI am not hungry.â Her own right hand worked furiously on her left wrist and he stilled it.
âFreddie, I said Iâd take care of it.â
âI donât want any help from you.â
âBut youâre going to get it.â He scooped her up in his arms and carried her to a plush velvet chair by the fireplace, one of the few seats in the castle that didnât have stuffing spilling out of it. A tray with covered dishes had been placed on the table beside it. He settled her onto his lap, his stiff cock seeking the slippery crease of her arse. She tried to pull away, elbowing him in the process.
âIâm only going to talk to you now, although I admit you distract me.â She flinched as he picked up the tiny silver fruit knife from the tray, but quieted when he began to patiently saw through the give on the rope.
âHereâs our new plan, Freddie. As you pointed out, I do enjoy dominating women in bed. But Iâm never cruel, and itâs always mutual. It has nothing to do with my ability to fuck you senseless. I believe I could do that even if you tied me up.â
âThat might be diverting,â she grumbled.
âIndeed it might, and should you choose to do that, I will cooperate in every way.â He was fairly sure he would respond to her. His cock twitched at the mental image of Freddie riding him to oblivion. She jerked against him as his words sunk in, the honey from her cunt dripping down.
âYou are truly insane.â
âI beg to differ. Itâs not insane to want to experience every sexual pleasure imaginable, Freddie. You might say Iâve devoted my life to it.â
âGod of Sin.â She snorted. She was full of scorn and snorts and sniffs. That didnât say much for his earlier performance, but he knew down to his toes she was putting up a front. The shrew that Warfield had complained of had returned. No longer was she liquid in his lap, but stiff and prideful. No doubt she was embarrassed by her behavior in the throes of passion. And she had been passionate. Wild. Wanton. If she hadnât been tethered to the bed, he was sure she would have bitten and scratched him like a little hellcat in heat. It would be delicious to tame her and introduce her to every wicked thing he could think of.
âIndeed. I understand thatâs what some call me. I find it a bit blasphemous, donât you? Iâm in enough trouble with the Lord without adding to it.â
âYou are a devil!â
He bent her leg and held her heel in the palm of his hand. âSuch a dainty foot. Youâre a lovely little package, Freddie.â
âStop trying to cozen me! Your words mean nothing. Youâve probably got the usual lines of dialogue folded in your back pocket.â
âHas it escaped your notice that Iâm not wearing breeches?â He managed to slip the rope from its knot and massaged her foot, tracing the faint pink line that now graced her ankle. Beautiful to see his marks upon her. The scents of citrus cream and sex invaded his senses. He breathed deeply.
âStop sniffing me like a dog. Although you are one. A cur.â
âA devil. A dog. And despicable. âWho often, but without success, have prayed for apt Alliterationâs artful aid.â â
âNever tell me you were paying attention in poetry class.â
âThey didnât teach Charles Churchill where I went to school. I read him on my own.â
Freddie turned to him, her profile visible. Her nose was straight and
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