completely shut, he saw Faith hover in the hall. He clicked the door closed and flicked the lock.
Then, turning to Sabine, he asked, “Why have you garnered the interest of Lord Severn?”
Her head jerked in surprise. “I don't understand what you mean. I met Lord Severn briefly at the picnic, but that's all.”
Through narrowed eyes, he looked her up and down, judging her answer. With quick strides, he crossed the room. “Are you certain,” he asked softly, fingers rough on her chin, “there is nothing more I need to know? That there is nothing else between the two of you?”
He saw it in her eyes, her desire to jerk her head from his grasp, but she didn't move. Reddick growled in approval—mayhap she had learned the lessons of this afternoon well.
“He met both Faith and I the day of the picnic,” she said evenly. “We spoke briefly—of the weather, of the guests. Nothing more. ‘Tis my reputation you affront, Sir .”
That last was spoken with a sneer, but he noted she used the term nonetheless. Letting the silence stretch between them, Reddick admitted he could see why, with just a look, a brief conversation between them, Severn would become intoxicated with her. ‘Twas the same when Reddick first saw her.
“Your body,” he said softly, making sure every word was clear, “and your innocence are mine.” Stepping back, uncaring the curtains opened to the side gardens, he ordered, “Bare your breasts to me.”
She didn't immediately do so, but looked around. “I don't care who comes in,” he snapped. “Do as I say!”
Sabine nodded and reached around, struggling with the laces of her gown. He waited impatiently, staring straight at her, refusing to allow her to drop her gaze. Eventually she managed to undo the laces and buttons just enough to tug her bodice down.
“I'm going to take one sweet peak into my mouth,” he said, not touching her, “and I want you to push into me.”
Sabine nodded and took a step forward, lifting her breast for him. Reddick smiled in approval before closing his mouth over her breast, biting down on the nipple, suckling it hard. When he eventually released her, the pale skin of her breast burned bright red from his mouth.
Straightening, he smacked the back of his hand to his left palm. Sabine instantly knelt, face flaming in discomfiture.
“Do as you did to me earlier.” She looked to the door, glanced over her shoulder to the windows. “Do it!” he growled, recapturing her attention.
Her fingers shook, but she loosened the ties to his breeches and took out his cock. In her hands, he pulsed, fury adding to his arousal. But he would not fuck her, would not take her virginity. Refused to allow his anger over Severn's implications ruin his plans.
He'd train Sabine first.
Her mouth was warm over him, her hands tentative against his shaft.
“No!” He jerked back, cock sliding from Sabine's lips. “Don't use your hands.”
She nodded and whispered, “Yes, Sir.”
Swallowing, Sabine took him back into her mouth, hands fisted in the material of her gown. She sucked him, tongue moving around his tip, but it wasn't enough. Fisting his hand into her hair, he thrust harder, deeper, uncaring how untutored she was.
She would submit. Would accept all he taught her. Would surrender everything she had to him.
Deeper and harder, but still she took his cock, didn't complain, didn't pull back. He could feel his balls tightening, could feel the wave of orgasm just out of reach. Then Sabine whimpered, and he looked down. She watched him, wide blue eyes, tears staining her cheeks, mouth open as far as she could, taking him deeper and deeper.
Reddick climaxed, grunting as he continued to thrust into her hot, sweet mouth.
Forcing his legs to hold him, he let the weakness wash through him. A drop of his seed escaped Sabine's mouth. She saw him watching her, and her tongue licked the side.
“Good.” He straightened and gestured to his breeches. “Now right my
Then, turning to Sabine, he asked, “Why have you garnered the interest of Lord Severn?”
Her head jerked in surprise. “I don't understand what you mean. I met Lord Severn briefly at the picnic, but that's all.”
Through narrowed eyes, he looked her up and down, judging her answer. With quick strides, he crossed the room. “Are you certain,” he asked softly, fingers rough on her chin, “there is nothing more I need to know? That there is nothing else between the two of you?”
He saw it in her eyes, her desire to jerk her head from his grasp, but she didn't move. Reddick growled in approval—mayhap she had learned the lessons of this afternoon well.
“He met both Faith and I the day of the picnic,” she said evenly. “We spoke briefly—of the weather, of the guests. Nothing more. ‘Tis my reputation you affront, Sir .”
That last was spoken with a sneer, but he noted she used the term nonetheless. Letting the silence stretch between them, Reddick admitted he could see why, with just a look, a brief conversation between them, Severn would become intoxicated with her. ‘Twas the same when Reddick first saw her.
“Your body,” he said softly, making sure every word was clear, “and your innocence are mine.” Stepping back, uncaring the curtains opened to the side gardens, he ordered, “Bare your breasts to me.”
She didn't immediately do so, but looked around. “I don't care who comes in,” he snapped. “Do as I say!”
Sabine nodded and reached around, struggling with the laces of her gown. He waited impatiently, staring straight at her, refusing to allow her to drop her gaze. Eventually she managed to undo the laces and buttons just enough to tug her bodice down.
“I'm going to take one sweet peak into my mouth,” he said, not touching her, “and I want you to push into me.”
Sabine nodded and took a step forward, lifting her breast for him. Reddick smiled in approval before closing his mouth over her breast, biting down on the nipple, suckling it hard. When he eventually released her, the pale skin of her breast burned bright red from his mouth.
Straightening, he smacked the back of his hand to his left palm. Sabine instantly knelt, face flaming in discomfiture.
“Do as you did to me earlier.” She looked to the door, glanced over her shoulder to the windows. “Do it!” he growled, recapturing her attention.
Her fingers shook, but she loosened the ties to his breeches and took out his cock. In her hands, he pulsed, fury adding to his arousal. But he would not fuck her, would not take her virginity. Refused to allow his anger over Severn's implications ruin his plans.
He'd train Sabine first.
Her mouth was warm over him, her hands tentative against his shaft.
“No!” He jerked back, cock sliding from Sabine's lips. “Don't use your hands.”
She nodded and whispered, “Yes, Sir.”
Swallowing, Sabine took him back into her mouth, hands fisted in the material of her gown. She sucked him, tongue moving around his tip, but it wasn't enough. Fisting his hand into her hair, he thrust harder, deeper, uncaring how untutored she was.
She would submit. Would accept all he taught her. Would surrender everything she had to him.
Deeper and harder, but still she took his cock, didn't complain, didn't pull back. He could feel his balls tightening, could feel the wave of orgasm just out of reach. Then Sabine whimpered, and he looked down. She watched him, wide blue eyes, tears staining her cheeks, mouth open as far as she could, taking him deeper and deeper.
Reddick climaxed, grunting as he continued to thrust into her hot, sweet mouth.
Forcing his legs to hold him, he let the weakness wash through him. A drop of his seed escaped Sabine's mouth. She saw him watching her, and her tongue licked the side.
“Good.” He straightened and gestured to his breeches. “Now right my
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