“Mistress, I confess to jealousy as well as awe. I am so far removed from your position, I cannot even fathom what that would be like. I am honored you allow me to serve you.”
The darned puppy was being cheeky again. She shook her head at him.
“Speaking of gifts”—he began, and for a second she worried he might ask her for money and she wasn’t quite sure how she’d react—“you gave me a gift the other night, and I have not yet had the chance to offer you anything in return. How is your Latin progressing?”
“Come. I will show you.” Charlotte breathed a sigh of relief at the subject of money being dropped and led him back to the library.
Sitting in her desk chair, she drew the primer and her notes toward her. Struggling to resist the urge to squirm in her chair, she forced her thoughts away from what she wanted later that night—his cock inside her. The scent of spiced rum set sparks of pleasure off and her eyes drifted shut, her mouth flooding with his remembered taste.
Opening her eyes, she showed him her list of English words matched to Latin. As he reviewed it, her gaze ran over him, itemizing all the parts she wanted to lick, perhaps to bite.
Raising his head, he caught her look and sucked in a breath. “Thank heavens. Now, how may I serve you?”
“We shall see. ’Tis my turn to teach you, young William, but never fear, I shall endeavor to serve myself whilst I do so.”
“Oh, thank you, Mistress.” His response was a thread of sound drifting back to her as he preceded her up the stairs. She could not get enough of this view, the reason she’d established such an unusual protocol.
In her bedroom, she turned and issued her first command. “First, undo my gown. Then, clothes off. And get on the bed.”
Once she was unlaced, she spun to face him and allowed the gown to drop. Reaching around, she pulled at the bow at the bottom of her stays, loosening the laces, dropping those then untying her petticoat to add it to the growing pile of feminine fabrics.
William rushed to rip off his cravat, waistcoat, collar, shirt, shoes, trousers, and socks. All landed in a haphazard heap on the floor, shoes on top of the white of his shirt, unnoticed.
Her greedy gaze ate up the planes and valleys of his muscled form—her playground, her about-to-be lover. She tossed her chemise away and stepped forward, her eyes hot as they ran over him from head to toe. That iron shaft, deliciously swollen and weeping, was going to be hers tonight. Her inner walls contracted at the mere thought of possessing it.
He sat on the bed. At her shooing motion, he scooted back to lay in the center, head on one of the pillows.
She grabbed leather cuffs, attached to the headboard in readiness, and made quick work of fastening a wrist in each. Then two more fetters from the corners of the bottom of the bed were used to stretch apart his legs. He was at her mercy.
He watched her with narrowed eyes.
Did he suspect that she had choreographed this or wonder about the origins of the leather cuffs? In the end, she’d decided to get new ones for him. Every man should have his own. She giggled internally at the thought. She might be a little drunk on the idea of having relations again after so long, especially with this tasty morsel.
He did not speak, which was good as he’d already earned a punishment.
She needed to finish that and get to the good part, where she got to sit on his cock and ride to her heart’s content.
He tugged on the cuffs one by one, finding he could move them a few inches. He swallowed when he found he could not close his legs.
Yes, my beauty.Allof you is available to me.
His cock bobbed once and she basked in the knowledge that his captivity heightened his pleasure as well as hers.
She placed her foot on the end of the bed between his, and rolled down a stocking before switching legs to remove the last of her clothing.
“Mistress?” The puppy had found his voice. “You make it hard for me to serve you with this position.”
“Do you think so?” He had much to learn. She smiled at her wicked thoughts.
His cock bobbed again. “Right.” He gulped. “How may I serve you, Mistress?”
“’Tis funny you should ask, William. I might simply stand here and serve myself with you as entertainment.” She lifted one foot to the bed between his legs again. With one hand, she pinched her nipple, as she drifted the other between her legs. Gathering wetness on her finger, she drew it up and circled her nub, her hips pitching forward in reaction. Teasing both of them, she repeated the circle. While it wasn’t what she wanted for the night, her favorite foreplay was teasing William, whether touching him or remaining just out of reach and reminding him who was in control.
The tendons in William’s neck stood out as he tensed his entire body. “Please, please may I help?”
“Do you think I need help, puppy?”
“No, Mistress, but I need to help.”
