Wrenching at the fall of his trousers, he had them undone in a moment, his cock bouncing out.
She took a moment to admire the delicious sight, enjoying once again the joys of being with a man barely twenty. His young cock hardened with a few words. “Pull your shirt out of the way.”
One eager hand held his shirt, the other the flap of his trousers.
Not wanting to abuse his trust, she doublechecked that he was out of view of the house, blocked by her and a bush offset behind the bench. He hadn’t bothered, remaining riveted on her. An arrow of pleasure shot through her. If she never found that singular focus again, she vowed to be content with this second chance at such a unique version of happiness.
His cock bobbed, and her breath caught, heat gathering at the juncture of her legs.
She took her time raising her arms, enjoying the movement of her breasts within her garments.
His gaze dropped for a moment.
She smiled as her fingers caught her hair ribbon and tugged. Her hair fell around her face, and he looked at the ribbon as she carried it forward.
He smiled. “A tie. How perfect, Mistress.”
She reached for his cock and he made a strangled noise.
“Yes, William?”
“Nothing, Mistress. Please proceed.”
His heat seared her even before her fingers touched the silk-over-steel shaft. She wrapped them around him, sliding down the length.
He moaned under his breath but otherwise knew to remain silent after their weeks together.
She squeezed once—just to torture him a little more—then slid the ribbon around the base of him, pushing the wiry golden curls out of the way. He surged in her grasp and she tightened her grip.
“Mistress,” came a whisper of sound.
“You didn’t really expect a handkerchief, did you?”
He gave a strangled chuckle and shook his head.
“Then hold still.” She wrapped the length around him a second time, then tugged the ends a teeny bit. Ignoring his breathed curse, she then tied a knot, tight enough that it would keep him hard longer, but still stay on when he softened. Sitting back, she admired the contrast of the ecru satin against the dusky red of his shaft, the creamy satin giving way to silky skin. The sight made her salivate.
She made him wear it all afternoon before finally leading him to the bedroom and fulfilling her wish to suck the length of him down until her lips met that ribbon. He only lasted a few minutes before begging to be allowed to pleasure her.
* * * *
As the following afternoon was just as nice, Charlotte had William shown to the garden again. He immediately tried to convince her to take a stroll with him.
“No, William, just no.”
“Mistress, ’tis but one outing. Please. We’ve met out at two salons, and I’ve been visiting in the dark of night for weeks. I am asking for one joint outing for an ice, as the weather has been beautiful.”
She folded her arms and shook her head at him. She hated the dual standards of society at the best of times, but had always managed to avoid being the topic of gossip. Rumors, she could handle, however. Acquaintances seeing them together and then asking her about him in a month might destroy her, as the anticipated pain of losing him was already crippling.
“I shall pay whatever penalty you deem fit. Whatever punishment you can concoct.” His young, clean-shaven face was earnest, his eyes pleading as much as his words.
Her blood fired, a spark of heat shooting low through her belly. Damned rakelet. How did someone that young know her so well, so quickly? Scenarios with him on his knees, or supine and tied, begging for her touch, raced through her mind before she could stop them. Closing her eyes in a slow blink, she tried to regain control, but she knew her flush was visible.
He pressed further. “One. I have less than a sennight and am running out of late-night hours to spend with you.”
She did not care to dwell on that fact, she preferred to focus on enjoying the precious hours they had. Even before Belle asked, she’d worried she’d allowed him into her heart as well as her body. His departure would leave her bereft, no matter how temporary and ill-advised this dalliance was.
William tried a new tactic, sliding to his knees at her feet. “Please, Mistress. See, I beg you on my knees. How can I make it up to you?”
