of delicate fruit. She moaned through parted lips, curving herself up into that soft, devouring place.
He lifted his mouth. The wetness cooled on her nipple.
“Tonight has to end sometime, Faith. Besides, I think it’s best to leave you wanting.” With his forefinger, he traced a circle around her areola.
Tonight has to end? She snapped her eyes fully open. True, yet the idea crashed into her with the force of a hurricane. She didn’t want it to end. Then she recalled his other words... best to leave you wanting.
Did he think that just because she crawled at his feet when he made love to her that she’d do the same elsewhere, at other times? She searched his face for clues. Nothing . Blast the man, did he ever twitch or flinch or anything?’
She remembered the menacing, overpowering man she’d first met who’d made her sizzle and yet attracted her so very much. He was still overpowering, and she loved that part of him–but she’d also seen him smile these last few hours. When he did, it had been like the sun appearing on a wintry day. He’d changed in some way...because of her?
She sighed. “You won’t make me marry you, sir, just because I crave your touch.” Like a rider settling back on a well-known horse she felt her own self reasserting. Being tied up and having orgasms was a small part of her life. Marriage was a huge decision. Surely he’d been joking?
“Are you sure?” He raised an eyebrow. She couldn’t help but notice his baldness. It set him off as someone unusual, like a pure masculine animal...waiting to pounce, on her. She shuddered.
“I should check my property.” After sitting up on his heels, he effortlessly flipped her onto her stomach. “Stay there.” He placed his hand on her ass and pressed down.
A vulnerable position. Facedown on the bed, bottom up, it emphasized that new strange place inside her that responded to him. Off balance in an instant, quivering, she shut her eyes and waited for his next command. Liquid seeped from her cleft. She did want him so. Oh, she did.
After a few seconds, a familiar scratching told her he was redoing some of the writing on her bottom.
“Sir!” She twisted, or tried to, but he set his arm across her lower back and held her. No! She strained to roll and lift her bottom away. The scratching stopped.
Whack! Whack! Two flat-handed blows fell on the other side of her bottom and fire screamed into her. “Stay!”
Stunned that he would dare to hit her that hard, she froze. “Uh.” Then frowned and muttered under-breath curses into the pillow next to her head. The scratching resumed. Blast him . Even so, a trickle of moisture cruised down her inner thigh, as if her body wanted something she hadn’t yet comprehended.
“Blast you.” She squeezed her eyes shut and dared him, in a way, to hear her, even though her words were as quiet as the breeze cooling her back and drying the ink.
Chapter 12
The breakfast table was laden with all the correct plates and cutlery. The gold around the rims and on the cutlery gleamed, fat and rich with light. The waiters were alarmingly attentive in this Louis the Fourteenth-inspired room, with its multiple fluted columns and a view out past enormous windows to the desert beyond. The morning was cool and breathtakingly lovely. Faith looked around. All that was missing was someone with whom to share it.
“Morning, Faith.” Smiling like a crocodile with a huge appetite, Jeremy scratched his black curls with one hand, yawned then slid into the seat opposite. “Whatever are you doing here? I thought you were at the Orient?”
This was bizarre. She could remember every detail of last night, yet with Jeremy here it shrank into the past. Had she really slept with a man? In particular, had she let a man tie her up, hold her down and give her enough orgasms to satisfy a succubus?
“Faith? Are you all right?” Jeremy had leaned in and was frowning at her.
“Oh. Yes. Of course–”
“She
He lifted his mouth. The wetness cooled on her nipple.
“Tonight has to end sometime, Faith. Besides, I think it’s best to leave you wanting.” With his forefinger, he traced a circle around her areola.
Tonight has to end? She snapped her eyes fully open. True, yet the idea crashed into her with the force of a hurricane. She didn’t want it to end. Then she recalled his other words... best to leave you wanting.
Did he think that just because she crawled at his feet when he made love to her that she’d do the same elsewhere, at other times? She searched his face for clues. Nothing . Blast the man, did he ever twitch or flinch or anything?’
She remembered the menacing, overpowering man she’d first met who’d made her sizzle and yet attracted her so very much. He was still overpowering, and she loved that part of him–but she’d also seen him smile these last few hours. When he did, it had been like the sun appearing on a wintry day. He’d changed in some way...because of her?
She sighed. “You won’t make me marry you, sir, just because I crave your touch.” Like a rider settling back on a well-known horse she felt her own self reasserting. Being tied up and having orgasms was a small part of her life. Marriage was a huge decision. Surely he’d been joking?
“Are you sure?” He raised an eyebrow. She couldn’t help but notice his baldness. It set him off as someone unusual, like a pure masculine animal...waiting to pounce, on her. She shuddered.
“I should check my property.” After sitting up on his heels, he effortlessly flipped her onto her stomach. “Stay there.” He placed his hand on her ass and pressed down.
A vulnerable position. Facedown on the bed, bottom up, it emphasized that new strange place inside her that responded to him. Off balance in an instant, quivering, she shut her eyes and waited for his next command. Liquid seeped from her cleft. She did want him so. Oh, she did.
After a few seconds, a familiar scratching told her he was redoing some of the writing on her bottom.
“Sir!” She twisted, or tried to, but he set his arm across her lower back and held her. No! She strained to roll and lift her bottom away. The scratching stopped.
Whack! Whack! Two flat-handed blows fell on the other side of her bottom and fire screamed into her. “Stay!”
Stunned that he would dare to hit her that hard, she froze. “Uh.” Then frowned and muttered under-breath curses into the pillow next to her head. The scratching resumed. Blast him . Even so, a trickle of moisture cruised down her inner thigh, as if her body wanted something she hadn’t yet comprehended.
“Blast you.” She squeezed her eyes shut and dared him, in a way, to hear her, even though her words were as quiet as the breeze cooling her back and drying the ink.
Chapter 12
The breakfast table was laden with all the correct plates and cutlery. The gold around the rims and on the cutlery gleamed, fat and rich with light. The waiters were alarmingly attentive in this Louis the Fourteenth-inspired room, with its multiple fluted columns and a view out past enormous windows to the desert beyond. The morning was cool and breathtakingly lovely. Faith looked around. All that was missing was someone with whom to share it.
“Morning, Faith.” Smiling like a crocodile with a huge appetite, Jeremy scratched his black curls with one hand, yawned then slid into the seat opposite. “Whatever are you doing here? I thought you were at the Orient?”
This was bizarre. She could remember every detail of last night, yet with Jeremy here it shrank into the past. Had she really slept with a man? In particular, had she let a man tie her up, hold her down and give her enough orgasms to satisfy a succubus?
“Faith? Are you all right?” Jeremy had leaned in and was frowning at her.
“Oh. Yes. Of course–”
“She
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