“Shh, William. No more talk now. Your Mistress is in charge. Let go of the rest of it.”
She pushed at his shoulder, standing. “Stay right there.” Going to the door, she opened it and stepped outside, asking Austin in a low voice that a note be sent to Ruth regarding William’s absence for supper. Then she closed and locked the door before returning to her seat.
“Now…remove your coat, your waistcoat, and cravat.”
“Mistress?” He glanced around.
His confusion was understandable. The first floor had always been their serious place, not their play space. She liked keeping him off-balance though, so that was about to change.
“Ah, I said no talking. Come now.” She watched his reaction to her tone as it brought him into the mindset of their private relationship, pushing aside all the pent-up frustrations he had arrived with.
His pupils dilated, his shoulders relaxed a degree, and his mouth softened.
She sat back, shaking her head when he looked at her for permission to rise for ease of movement. She rather liked him at her feet.
He struggled out of his clothes, shifting back and forth on his knees. His delicious spiced rum scent floated to her. Dissatisfied at not being able to see his young supple skin, she added, “The shirt too, unless you are cold.”
The shirt was whipped off over his head as he grinned at her.
Ah, there is my rakelet’s smile.Glad her skills could unburden him and bring him joy, she returned the smile.
He gripped himself through his trousers, shifting to find some relief for his hard length.
“You may unbutton your trousers if you need a bit more room.”
He rushed to comply, one quiet moan escaping as his swollen cock sprang free.
As always, she salivated at the sight. Her breasts pushed against her gown, anticipating his touch, and heat gathered between her legs. With a smile, she gave him more opportunity for creativity since his hands would be free.
“Right, then. You have one minute to get me in the position you want me, without getting off your knees. Then you must clasp your hands behind your back and focus entirely on me. You may speak from now on, and ask me to do things, but you’ll have no guarantee that I’ll do them. Your minute is ticking, puppy.”
His eyes flared. He knelt up and twisted one hand in her fichu, ripping it out of its pins in her décolletage. Tossing it over his shoulder, he scooped both hands in and drew her breasts out over the neckline of her bodice.
Gracious. Shock at his aggressive actions was tempered with an added bolt of arousal singing through her veins.
Abandoning her upper half, he went to the bottom of her skirt, grasping a chunk of the hemline in each hand. His arm muscles bulged and his jaw locked.
Realizing what he was about to do, she opened her mouth, although she wasn’t sure she would protest. Her dress was replaceable. His freedom to escape through this was not.
Regardless, she was out of time.
Rrrrriiiiippp.
His arms were spread wide, the hem of her skirt in each of them. He’d rent a split half way up the skirt. Repositioning his hands closer to the top of the tear, he did it a second time, until the reinforced seam at the waistline of the bodice stopped it. Flipping the pieces to either side of her, he untied the tapes of her petticoat, and yanked it down and off her, not even needing her to raise her hips.
She gaped at him, blinking. He might have been harboring more frustration than she’d understood.
In an effort to save the rest of her clothing, she took back control. Always before deferring to her had helped him release tension, and she hoped it would this time. She was hot and bothered and ready for the next step. “Time is up. Hands behind your back.”
He groaned, and put his hands behind his back, but did not sit back on his heels. Instead, he leaned in, braced a hip against her knee to avoid toppling, and claimed her lips with his.
“Mistress,” he panted. “Touch me, please.”
Ohh, she liked this. He could give her commands thinly veiled as requests, but she was still in charge. This was a new sort of play for her, and she found she was looking forward to where his brain would go now that she had refocused it.
She skimmed her hands over his shoulders, running them down his arms until she could not reach. Running her hands forward, she pinched the small flat discs on his chest, causing him to twist against her lips. He had reclaimed her lips, but at that touch, he pulled back, and still braced, bent further to lick and suck the hardened tip of her breast.
“Touch your other breast. Let me see you give yourself pleasure.”
