At his words, she realized she had remained silent due to an unconscious desire to see if he’d toe the line between submission and control as well as he had the prior night. Distracted, she gasped when he hauled her out of the chair, spinning her around. His hands were halfway down the fastenings of her gown before she realized his intent.
Her dress fell. Her corset. The pins in her hair pinged on the floor, then his fingers combed through her hair.
She dropped her head back to give him better access.Unfair, puppy.He knew having her hair brushed by any means was a weakness of hers.
He lifted her arms and whipped her chemise over her head, rubbing the creases in her skin where the corset had pressed the chemise into her.
She smiled, memories of Charles and more recently William always taking care with her skin in such a way filling her with tenderness. She had not thought of her husband in days, her mind and heart consumed with William. Stroking the pendant laying warm on her breastbone, she knew that if circumstances were different, she’d be more than ready to forge ahead with a new partnership.
Her petticoats dropped, then each stocking, and she stood nude, her back to her puppy, waiting for his next move.
His warmth dissipated as he stepped away and she turned to see him drawing back the counterpane. Returning, he led her to the bed. As she lay back, he tugged his remaining clothes off, then sat on her thighs. Supporting himself on one hand, he leaned in to brush a kiss over her lips, his free hand skimming down her arm then up.
“Mistress, I am going to kiss every inch of you. Then I shall start all over again.”
And so he did, bringing her to the cliff of pleasure three times, only to back off and begin slowly again, building her sensitivity and arousal to new heights. Finally, she could not bear it.
“William. Please…” she lost her train of thought.
“Ah Mistress, I am yours to command. Always.”
“I need you in me. Now.” She managed to refrain from begging, firming her voice at the last minute to make as close to a demand as her thoughts could form.
“Yes, Mistress.” He knelt between her thighs, and leaned forward again to kiss her, just as he had started. This time, though, the tip of his cock teased her opening.
“William—more. Faster.” She dug her heels into his hips. Her voice was stronger now, her need greater. He hadn’t filled her, instead lingering near her entrance. While he’d technically obeyed her command to be in her, he was going to earn a punishment if she could find the strength.
“Yes, Mistress.” He sped up, but kept his thrusts shallow.
Narrowing her eyes, she started to formulate various forms of retribution.
He flipped her over and tugged her hips up. When she was on her hands and knees, he nudged her around to kneel sideways on the bed.
“Perhaps this angle will help.” He sank into her and stayed still. “Deep enough, Mistress?”
Her breath left her in a whoosh. A spike of pleasure shot through her as he grazed all her nerve endings inside. His bollocks tickled the sensitive nub in front of where they were joined. She wanted to collapse her arms and rub her breasts against the bed, to reach back and fondle his testicles or bounce them against her pleasure center. She wanted him to somehow kiss her and pinch her nipples and stroke her nub and thrust into her all at once. Needing to start somewhere, she gritted out, “Yes. Now move. Please.”
“I shall in a moment, Mistress. First, look up.”
Lifting her head, she froze at their reflection in the cheval mirror in the room’s corner. Ohh. Gracious, he was beautiful. All floppy hair, youthful toned muscles, and big hands holding her hips as he took her in. His gaze was strong but respectful, raking over her as though she was the most exquisite thing he’d ever seen, but from above, enjoying his power over her pleasure.
“I want to see your beautiful face, even as I touch you as deep inside as I can. I want all of you, Mistress.”
It mirrored her thought of a moment ago. She wanted all of him at once. Her lips twisted. From his words and actions every night, shehadall of him. However, she’d left him uncertain.
He slid out then surged forward, robbing her of all thought. The angle rubbed the ridge below the head of his cock along an extra sensitive spot on her front wall, and she moaned at each thrust, pushing back against him.
He sped up, one degree at a time. Watching in the mirror to gauge her pleasure, he tried tilting his hips and hers.
Pressure built in her, edging toward an explosion. Her arms shook, her mouth went dry as she watched them. Her breasts swayed in the reflection and she felt an answering impact of him against her most sensitive flesh. His nipples hardened, and hers buzzed with sensitivity. His face flushed, and heat wafted over her.
Watching their bodies intertwined added another layer of intimacy, as though adding another sense to the act opened a pathway to her head and her heart. The eruption of pleasure building within her felt bigger, wider than ever before.
He leaned forward to press his chest to her back and threaded his arm around to slide his fingers through her folds. Gathering wetness that dripped from her, he rubbed it around before sliding a finger on each side of her raised flesh and squeezing in time with his thrusts.
His eyes on hers, he vowed, “I love you.”
That was the last layer of kindling on the fire. The blast flared outward from his fingers and his cock, arrowing straight into her heart, and she convulsed.
