Chapter Seven
Holy hell, that was the most alluring thing he’d ever seen.
When she’d let him stay, William was beyond excited.
Grateful for his friend’s suggestion of trellis climbing, he’d watched the downstairs fall dark, and one room brighten upstairs, and found a conveniently located trellis to just below her window. He’d expected to beg for a future audience if she didn’t throw him out. Instead, he’d seen a montage he’d never forget—with his moniker on her lips. Using that to his advantage, he had prodded and perhaps even goaded her into allowing him to stay. He was learning to read her reactions, her eyes blazing when he referenced learning or making amends.
He almost burst his trousers when she tied him to a chair and allowed him to watch as she restarted what she’d been doing when he’d first seen her through the casement. This was beyond all expectations and more fun than he’d ever had in his life. He hoped she’d allow him out a door, as he might break his cock trying to shimmy down the tree.
Then he’d pushed to see more, despite the risk of countering her demand that he not spend. Moisture oozed out of her rosy, glistening folds, and her whole sex was swollen and dark, much as his cock felt. He’d nearly come in his trousers for the first time in his life, only to find that touching himself heightened her pleasure as much as she did for him.
From there, it was a race to the finish. He could not take it all in fast enough.
Her fingers disappearing inside her caused another spurt of pre-ejaculate to seep through his smallclothes, a damp patch forming on the fabric over the head of his frustrated cock.
Gads! Don’t come. Don’t come. My horse. The family estate. Our finances.
Falling back onto the armchair after watching her convulse around her fingers, he clenched and unclenched his fists, not daring to even squeeze his cock now. It was delicious, inspiring torture to observe and not be allowed to touch.
When her fingers slid out of her channel, wetness seeped out behind them.
He swallowed back the saliva pooling in his mouth from wishing he could taste her wetness. He chanted, “Don’t come, don’t come,” under his breath and waited for her direction with the wild hope that she would not leave him in this torturous state.
Her eyes reopened, and she blinked to focus on him. Her words were slow, but she managed to ask, “Are you all right?”
“Define all right,” he gritted out through a clenched jaw.
“Are the bindings too tight? Or did you hurt yourself trying to rise?”
“’Tis the trousers that are too tight. Or my skin. There is only one part of me in pain.”
She raised her eyebrows.
He replayed their exchange and corrected himself, adding, “Mistress.”
Swinging her legs around, she knelt up on the bed facing him, her nightrail falling back into place.
Interesting. Gone was the angry, embarrassed woman he had negotiated with when he first arrived. He made a mental note that orgasms did wonders for her confidence, as well they should.
“Your self-control was exemplary. You deserve a reward. You may touch yourself now.” Her command sounded almost regal.
Ah, gads, she was a scant few inches away now, although not quite within touching distance given his bindings. As he considered her beauty, he wrenched at the buttons of his fall, grunting, and one button pinged across her floor.
“Go slow. I want to see what you have there.”
He stifled a groan. Go slow, after that show? Ah, she wanted him to give her a taste of what she’d done for him. She was a master of this. He was learning, all right.
Carefully, he drew his cock out. Afraid his control was at its end and it would explode from a mere touch, he held the base by one finger and thumb as it leaked onto his lap.
She stared, angling her head one way then the other, blinking rapidly.
He daren’t ask what she thought, daren’t say anything, although if he did it might be to beg permission to put himself out of his misery.
Looking down he tried to see it through her eyes. A dark rose, the crown was swollen into high definition. He was proud of its length, as the boys at boarding school had measured and he often won.
She swallowed and said, “Mmm. You are nicely formed. Your cock is quite handsome. You know, you did not compliment me.”
He was indignant, despite his cock pulsing at her reference to it. “That is not fair, Mistress, you said I could not speak!”
