“Thank you for wearing this.” She stroked the ribbon with one fingernail, careful not to touch the skin of his cock, even when it bucked under her caress. Tugging on an end, she slid it free and placed it on the table next to her bed.
A stifled moan came from his throat.
“Look straight ahead, William.” The involuntary gruffness of her voice betrayed her arousal. He was gorgeous. She wanted to stare all night, but also touch and lick all night.
He gulped and lowered his chin.
Rewarding his patience and submission, she brought her palm to his shoulder and stroked along his spine, one word echoing through her thoughts.Mine. How she wished she could keep him and not worry.
Forcing her concerns away, she pinched his muscled buttocks because he was too cute not to. And because she could. Then she grabbed pillows and lay them in a long column straight out from the space in front of his spread knees.
She knelt on the closest pillow, being careful not to touch his lower half. Tipping his chin up with one hand, she slanted her mouth across his, licking into him and reveling in his taste. She swore his flavor was eagerness salted with servitude. Whatever it was, it was delicious, and she lingered.
I could kiss him for days.
She hadn’t given him license to come visit by day, though.
She dropped another degree into her Mistress headspace, noting his lean toward her, his nipples and cock pointing at her, his hands clutching his ankles. It was time to teach the puppy new tricks. He was ready to follow any command to please her. More than that, she wanted to spend every night showing him new heights of pleasure, new ways that two compatible souls could connect.
Startled at that thought, she drew back. Shaking her head to clear it, she lay on her back on the pillows. Her essence was already leaking from her folds, her face and chest warm with a flush of anticipation. Placing her bottom about two feet away from him, she spread her legs over his, her head on the farthest pillow. It was as though she surrounded him. Her blood pulsed in her veins.
She skimmed her hands up her legs, over her belly, tweaking her nipples.
He gasped.
When he remained still and silent, she bestowed a small smile upon him. “You may touch me now, however you can manage.”
He instinctively tugged at his bonds, thinking to touch with his hands. Then he looked at their positions for a moment and his lips curled up. “However, Mistress?”
Ah, the rakelet understands the challenge.
“However.” She nodded.
He shuffled his knees forward a few inches, groaning as his bollocks skimmed the first pillow she’d placed in front of him. Then he leaned forward, his stomach muscles, thighs, and upper arms tightening to maintain his balance.
She licked her lips at the sight. Ah, the joy of having William back in her bed, following her commands. It was more than that, though. A tightness had loosened in her chest as soon as she’d received his note before the ball. She’d missed him more than she’d realized. Just as his shoulders dropped after a few minutes in a room with her, so did her loneliness dissipate in his presence. She only wished she could keep him. That longing magnified when he was naked and cuffed between her knees.
His lips found the tight bud of her nipple, a lock of hair falling onto the sensitive skin of her breast.
She gasped, abandoning the future to the present, and arched up to aid his reach. Holding his shoulders, she gave him the added support he needed to shift, without restricting his movements.
He moved to the other breast, lapping at it before sucking it between his tongue and the roof of his mouth, as he knew she loved.
She twisted, her need for him rising. Her pulse was urgent, beating in her throat, in her chest, at the apex of her thighs. This gorgeous man—for he was a man now, legally as well as physically—was hers, at least for the time being. She wasn’t sure she had the patience for this lesson, wanting to tip him over and ride him to oblivion. But knowing she always ended up enjoying the control as much as the sex, she forced herself to maintain the pace she’d set.
He closed his teeth on the tip he’d been sucking and she writhed again, drawing his attention down her body.
His shaft thumped against her knee as he stared at her swollen, wet center.
He dipped his head, his cock dragging a hot, damp trail lower on her leg as he shuffled back to get the right angle without toppling.
His shoulders rested on her thighs as most of his chest settled onto his upper legs. He met her gaze for a moment, his enthusiastic smile wresting a grin from her.
She needed someone to paint him smiling like that so she could look at it every day. Shoving concerns of the future aside again, she arched a brow expectantly.
His gaze lowered, and she felt his tongue swipe as his nose hit her sensitive nub. Gripping each lip in his mouth, he sucked and tugged on them in turn to open her more. Then his warm, wet tongue flattened below her folds and swept upward with the most delicious firm pressure.
She bit her lip to keep from crying out, wanting him to work a little harder. This was, after all, meant to be punishment.
