His eyes flew to hers. Her expression was finally less calm, her gaze hot as she licked her lips at the view of his naked flesh. Knowing she was hungry for this ramped his own arousal higher and he resisted the desire to squirm.
The trousers bunched below his hips shackled his legs close together.
Charlotte moved to straddle him, her petticoat obscuring his garments and framing his cock like pretty flower petals around a stamen.
Blazes. He leaned his head back and squeezed his eyes shut yet again, unable to bear the sight without exploding all over that pristine undergarment. His chest heaved in air as though he’d been underwater for minutes.
MistressMistressMistress.
“Yes, William? Shall I tell you how you can serve me?” He hadn’t realized he was whispering the chant behind his teeth until her question came.
“Yyss plllss.” There were no vowel sounds in his hissed response as he met her gaze. This exceeded all expectations. He had dreamed of many things these past weeks: silly boy that he now knew he was, he had only pictured scenarios with his hands free to serve her, to touch or taste her, despite the evidence of their first two encounters. Sure, some of those visions began with bindings, of his hands or his cock. But as they progressed, his imagination and experience were too limited to get to this. His few fumbled encounters at boarding school and Oxford had not prepared him for the sensations evoked simply from lying here under Charlotte’s regard.
Their conversations, lessons, the whole mating dance had all been driving toward this. The ultimate vulnerability and closeness from submitting to her command, from giving her his willing surrender. His heart pounded with more than excitement.This, this was what he’d always found missing in those furtive bumbling incidents: this incredible closeness and partnership. He hoped she felt the same.
The bed shifted then, and he lost the ability to think at all.
Her hair trailed over his exposed thigh.
Agh! Don’t spend, don’t spend!
He needed tosee. He bent his neck to witness her honey locks pool on his hips. His cock pulsed with the warm tickle of her exhale, knocking into her lower lip. Then leaped again at the feel of that cushiony softness giving way under it, her teeth a hard barrier behind it.
For heaven’s sake, he’d heard about this from school mates, but nothing could have prepared him for the ecstasy of that simple touch. More liquid beaded at his slit, and slid along his length. Sucking in a breath, he clenched his abdominal muscles and awaited her command.
Charlotte did not move her head away, just glanced up at him and grinned, tucking her hair behind one ear. “Eager puppy, aren’t you?”
Her breath gusted over him with each word, that alone edging him closer to what would be an excruciatingly embarrassing explosion with her face right there. Uncertain whether she was addressing him or only his cock and unwilling to forego what he prayed to the heavens was his reward, he bit his lip and stayed silent.
She did not seem to require a response. “Such a handsome toy. A big, firm, silky toy. And I remember how tasty you are.”
Another bead of moisture, another involuntary pulse toward those soft lips.
“I think I need a sip. Do not spend.”
He nodded, gaze riveted on her, every muscle in his body tensed.
“You may enjoy your release when—or if—I tap your hip, puppy. Whether I tap it depends on how well you behave. Nod if you understand.”
He dropped his head back and nodded frantically, hair slipping on the bed, hoping he could keep his word.
“Hmm….” She licked up his shaft.
“Aaahhhhh.” Heaven. A hot, wet, touch of heaven. His hips canted, out of his control. His shoulders raised off the bed as he curled every part of him toward her, clenching his hands around their ties to pull him up. Blood surged through him, all centering where her lips lingered over the crown of his near-painfully-hard member.
“Pleasepleaseplease.” He was whispering under his breath again, through gritted teeth.
Still humming, she glanced up at him to evaluate his state. His muscles loosened and he settled back against the pillows.
Her lips slid down, and she swallowed him.
The vibrations of her continued purr tested his control to the point of breaking. His jaw set, his whole being went rigid as he attempted to enjoy these new sensations without ending them. Her mouth was wet and hot, but any similarity to sexual interludes from his past ended there. It was a different shape, looser until she swallowed or sucked, narrowing when she took him to her throat. The sharp edges of her teeth were cushioned but present, framing her movements against him. He suspected that if she bared them, he’d like that bite of roughness as much as he did the softness of her tongue and lips. And she was sucking his essence down as it leaked from him. The sheer eroticism of that thought nearly undid him.
She placed a hand on his stomach.
Was she releasing him? No, it was not a tap and not his hip.Blazes.He needed to move, but the realization that snapping his hips up might choke her helped him find calm. He’d never do anything to harm his Mistress. Instead, he writhed, twisting his arms and shoulders and pulling against the bedframe, needing friction, motion.
She waited him out, breathing through her nose, the puffs of air moving the curls at his groin.
