She laughed. “Oh, all right, then. If you are going to finally claim obedience.”
His lips twisted.
Apparently,someoneis more relaxed now.
Wanting to ensure she had no reason to reject him, he gasped out, “Mistress, I told you, you are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. That was reinforced by watching you just now. Thank you for allowing me. For teaching me.”
She nodded, her expression unreadable. “You are welcome.”
He panted, still holding his pulsing cock, his fingers and lap wet with his pre-ejaculate.
“Right. Now let me see what you want to do next.” She sat back on her heels.
He grabbed the base of his cock, the other hand half holding the fall of his trousers open, half cupping his balls. Sliding his fist up to gather more moisture, he turned his wrist at the top, circling the head to spread the liquid and smooth the friction of his hand. His hips surged reflexively, and he gasped. He repeated the motion, gaining speed with each pass.
If she did not allow him to climax soon, it would be out of both of their hands and he’d earn another punishment.
“William, I want to see you come, just as you saw me. Here, let me help.”
Hellfire, if she helps, I might lose consciousness with this orgasm.He gulped.
Charlotte whipped off her nightrail and knelt up, cupping her breasts.
His eyes nearly rolled back as he took in her creamy, rose-tipped breasts and the small mound of her belly above the flare of her hips. Heat shot up his spine and rolled in his bollocks.
He gasped out, “Mistress. Yes. Thank you.”
Then she shot him into heaven. Swiping a finger along her wetness, she leaned forward and ran it along his lower lip, saying, “Show me. Can you smell my arousal? Do you want to taste me?”
As she pushed her finger into his mouth and said, “Suck,” he came. And came and came.
Thick white liquid spurted up, hitting her breasts, and belly, falling across the bed, the floor and his lap. He was surprised—and relieved—it did not end up in her hair.
His hand had been almost still, his hips thrusting through his fist rather than the other way around. Now, his eyes slid closed as his bottom eased down to the chair. He continued to suckle her finger, not wanting to lose the connection.
She tugged her hand away after a moment, and his eyes opened to catch her licking her lips, nipples hard again.
If he begged, she might let him taste her without the need for fingers. “Mistress, may I—”
He lost his train of thought when she swiped through a dollop of his seed on her breast and brought it to her lips, sucking in that same finger that had been in his mouth.
He gasped and his cock pulsed, when a moment ago he’d have sworn he’d emptied it so completely it would take days to recover.
At his breath, her eyes flew to his then lowered, pink tingeing her cheeks.
“Mistress. Thank you for the lesson. Perhaps I might practice—”
“No.” She stood to grab a cloth from the dresser to swipe at herself before drawing her nightrail and wrap as though they were armor. Then she untied him, touching him as little as possible and not leaning as close as when she’d secured his bonds.
Taking a few steps back, she folded her hands across her waist. “Part of me wants to beg your pardon, as I feel I took advantage of your youth. But you were eager enough I won’t, especially as I suspect it will offend you. However, you must go. Do not, I pray, come back, via that method or any other.”
He’d expected that, but it still hurt to hear. Nevertheless, he had no intention of obeying that particular command. His mind still full of white cotton, a buzzing in his ears—probably from lack of blood—William used the chair arms to stand and righted his clothing as best he could. He could not build a coherent argument to see her again, still recovering from the most intense sexual pleasure of his life. He gave her a wordless bow and slid out the window.
But this was not over.
* * * *
Several days later, William surfaced from trying to make sense of his father’s haphazard investments and recordkeeping. Settling into his favorite spot at White’s to try to unwind, he waved a lackadaisical hand to one of the servers. Knowing South would find him when he arrived, he sat back and sipped whisky when it was delivered, contemplating the various sides of Charlotte he’d seen to date.
