“Did you think I bluffed, Mistress?”
The rumble of his quiet growl at her ear sent a shiver through her.
Still fuzzy from sleep, she shook her head, aborting even that small act as William’s head pinned her hair to the pillow. She tried to stretch, finding that the movement arched her body against him, her thinly-clad bottom pushing back into a stiff club that poked at her. Placing her hand on the arm around her middle, she discovered linen. She frowned, confused. He was still at least partially clothed. Then his breath sighed over her ear, pointing her nipples and quickening her blood.
But it was his whispered words that undid her. “I choose you. How may I serve you Mistress?”
All her muscles went limp, and she slumped against him.
His hand swept the bed covers down and skimmed up her leg, bringing her nightshift with it. He traced fingers over the dip at her waist before gripping her to thrust his hips against her once.
Her breath caught, sparks racing along her nerves. This was a different William, no longer her puppy waiting patiently for instruction. His knowledge of her pleasure points enabled him to press his suit without guidance.
Feeling unsettled, she attempted to regain control, by tugging her head forward, signaling for him to lift off her hair.
“Nay, I think it is my turn to have you pinned in place. Tell me how I may serve you, or I shall have to guess.” He did not lift his head to make his demand-request. Instead, he trailed his hand upward under her nightrail to cup a breast, a finger back and forth over the tip, not enough firmness to give the pleasure she sought, just enough to tease.
Arching forward, she tried to increase the pressure. She did not trust herself to speak, her thoughts ricocheting between knowing she should make him leave and wanting to see what he’d do with whatever control she gave him. Her body pulsed, her core heating and clenching, wanting his shaft where it could do more good.
Beyond the physical, her heart panged, remembering how right this felt, wishing she could have him wrapped around her every night. He’d caught her at a weak moment, half asleep.
His finger remained steady, a too-gentle metronome against the tight, sensitive furl of her nipple. Defeated without a spoken word, she sighed and gave in, bending her top leg and sliding it forward.
He squeezed the point between thumb and forefinger, teeth sinking gently into the top of her shoulder.
As though to further pin me.
Wet warmth gushed between her legs, surprising her. She wanted to squirm or reach for him, but could not. On the other hand, his question had given her the option of assuming control. She could take over at any time, or her silence would act as permission for him to move at his own pace. She lay quiet and waited.
He ran his hand down her side, around her hip, and down her bottom to probe careful fingers between her nether lips, opened by her canted position.
Her slippery swollen folds revealed her acquiescence, but wanting to be clear, she lifted her bent leg an inch higher on the bed.
Again, he proved he was her perfect match, checking in with her at each step. “Nothing to say, Mistress? I shall assume I am serving you in an acceptable manner then.”
She gasped at his words as much as his fingers, heat stealing through her, centering in her chest. Around her heart.
Stroking through her wetness, he found the tight bundle of nerves and strummed it as she’d taught him.
Her hips twitched, then thrust toward him. She moaned.
He gathered her closer, pressing his whole body against her. His cock poked her bottom, nestling into the cleft.
The sparks flickering through her flared into flames, his cock and fingers and flutters of breath over her hair all fanning them. But now a layer was added. His clothed body wrapped her in a warmth more emotional than temperature driven, cocooning her in a world of love that excluded all their worries.
Then his hips mimicked hers and the flames took over, burning away existential thoughts. He made tiny circles around her nub with his finger.
All her muscles tightened at once. “William, William,” she breathed, unable or unwilling to verbalize the command she wanted to give.
He understood her wishes anyway. “Mistress? You need more? I am happy to serve.”
Her body was taut from head to toe, hands clutching the bed linens, spine arched to hold her bottom still to ensure he would stay just there, there. She panted.
Just as the ecstasy grew and gathered into a ball of need, his hand left her.
A puppy whined, needing attention. Gracious, that was her. Appalled, she cut it off.
“Shh, I know. I shall provide relief in a second.”
