Droit De Seigneur by Carolyn Faulkner Page B

cavalier with either.”
    Amber had no idea what he was talking about, except that he was warning her not to besmirch his name or his title, and she had no intentions of doing either.
    But she was entirely unprepared for what he did next. The entire of that part of herself that only he had touched was enveloped in his mouth, and she felt the broad, insistent flat of his tongue dragging itself over that kernel of need that only he seemed to be able to stir to life within her.
    Her bottom was nearly entirely forgotten in that instant. There was only his skilled mouth and her eager, mindless body. His first assault tore a tortured groan from her before he came up for air, and he counted that as much a victory as he would have any long, bloody battle fought with swords and knives.
    She was a proud one, his wife, used to doing what she wanted and having her own way –
    in some ways, she was as brave and loyal as any man he’d ever known. If she’d been a man, he would have been proud to count her among his friends. But as a woman such as she was, he liked that he could wrest that control from her at whim, whether it was a throaty scream from one too many overlapping applications of his palm to her bottom, or a groan such as that one, torn from the back of her throat because of the pleasure only he bestirred within her.
    Piers lapped his way up her body, still not allowing those restless legs to find each other and close him out, but also not allowing himself the luxury of finding his release within her, despite the impetus of dragging his swollen cock upwards towards that which it most coveted.
    He, too, prided himself on his control.
    He took her mouth with his, still smelling of her, not allowing her to demure. His hands found her breasts and worried those nubs till they were sensitive and just slightly sore, ripe and ready for the affections his mouth was watering to bestow. Piers wasn’t sure whether she enjoyed her breasts being fondled almost as much as her little quim, but he knew he wasn’t going to neglect either part of her.
    When he finally descended again, his fingers lingered at those moist, swollen crests and continued tugging and twisting them, filing away each moan and coo for future reference. But when he tried to capture her again in his mouth, she succeeded in scooting herself away from him, arching her butt into the furs enough that he couldn’t latch onto her as he had previously.
    He didn’t bother to make a rule, though, which was what Amber had been expecting.
    Instead, he brought his left arm down between her legs. He dipped his index finger into the font of her juices, christening it for its further purpose, then bringing his bold hand to lie beneath her bottom, in wait.
    When his mouth returned avidly to try to suckle her engorged button, she made the same move, arching back into the furs, only fur wasn’t the only thing waiting for her there, and her gambit had a quite different result from the one she was intending, he was quite sure, when he heard the squeal she emitted as his finger ended up, on her own accord, buried within those two well roasted bottom cheeks.
    Piers let her buck and writhe and try to dislodge that very well seated finger, but to no avail. It wasn’t going anywhere, and neither was she.
    Amber was beside herself. She’d been driven there by his hand and various implements in his hand, but nothing like this had ever happened to her. She could not abide that his finger was inside her. She had to get rid of it.
    When he tired of her gyrations, Piers said one word, quietly but firmly. “Enough.” And he expected that that would be it – enough. No more fighting him. She was to submit. And he had to give her credit. Her body stopped its overt movements immediately. But he could still feel her clenching internally, as if she thought that was going to coax him out of her.
    “If you hadn’t fought and done everything you could to avoid my mouth, Amber, then you wouldn’t