Page 64 of Prince of Scandal

“What are you doing here? I thought we agreed it wasn’t safe!” he said sternly, as relief and anger and pure desire swirled through him. She was so damned beautiful but so damned impulsive.

“Rupert has gone to Surrey for a few days,” she replied breathlessly, winding her arms around his waist and cuddling against him. “I couldn’t stay away. I needed to see you…to be alone with you…and I know the others have stepped out.”

Ashton suppressed a smile as the cuddling turned more sensual in nature, her magnificent breasts deliberately rubbing against his chest. “Oh, do you indeed? And how would you know that?”

Her cheeks went pink. Then she lifted her chin. “I’ve been spying.”

“That sounds a bit like…naughty behavior.”

Georgiana whimpered. “It is very, very, very naughty behavior. I understand completely if you must lift my gown and spank me twenty times.”

Christ.

His cock jerked at the thought of her lush, creamy backside turned sizzling pink, the hot musky scent of her honey trickling down her inner thighs as she begged for an orgasm. But the past wouldn’t leave his mind. He had to be one hundred percent sure that a spanking was what Georgiana truly wanted, not just something she would tolerate to please him.

Ashton leaned down. “Tell me exactly how it makes you feel to be helpless across my lap or on your hands and knees while I make your backside burn.”

“Aroused,” she stuttered. “I get so wet. The pain makes me ache in certain places.”

“Where?”

“My nipples get hard. And…and my clitoris throbs. I want to touch myself but you don’t let me and that makes me even wetter. I like it when you decide. I like it when you discipline me for being naughty. I need that,” she finished, her cheeks bright pink.

No answer could have pleased him more.

Slowly, almost casually, Ashton slid his hands down until they rested above her ample backside. “If you desire a pleasure spanking, then beg your master for it. Don’t just tell me you’ll understand. We speak plainly, Georgiana.”

Now she moaned, a soft, needy sound that wrapped around his cock and squeezed. The pert little minx would certainly be sucking him down her throat very shortly. But this time not on a chaise or across a desk. It would be on a damned bed.

She peered up at him, her eyes huge green pools of excitement, and that wicked pink tongue flicking across her lips. “Please, master. Your Highness. I’ve been naughty and require correction at once. Will you spank me then let me come?”

Pure lust surged through him; in seconds his clothing felt tight enough to cut off circulation, especially his breeches. He needed to suck Georgiana’s pretty pink nipples until they were ruby red. To plunge his tongue deep into that tight, hot cunt until he’d had his fill. But he would make her wait. Tease her with kisses and caresses and stinging spanks. Ensure she craved him as he craved her.

“Come along, Georgiana,” he said gruffly. “We’re going upstairs to my bedchamber. You do indeed require correction…and if you are a good girl, I may even permit you orgasms.”

The very portrait of docility, Georgiana accompanied him to the narrow wooden staircase attached to the left wall that went up to the second floor. There wasn’t enough room to walk side by side, so he gestured for her to go first. However, a few steps up from him, in a provocative move purely Georgiana, she reached down and hiked up her cloak and gown until her sturdy thighs and lush, dimpled backside were fully revealed.

“See anything you like, master?”

“Halt,” Ashton growled. “Place your left hand on the wall. Keep your right hand on the banister.”

Georgiana trembled as she obeyed, panting unevenly as the garment hems swished back down to the floor. He made her wait one endlessly long minute before sliding his hands around to cup her breasts, his thumbs grazing the peaks of her already hard nipples. Next, he pushed aside her cloak hood to nuzzle her neck, kissing that sensitive spot at her nape that made her knees buckle. Then he scraped his teeth along the silken flesh before gently biting it.

She cried out, her fingers flexing on both the wall and banister, but pleasingly, they remained where he’d instructed them to be. As a reward, his hands moved again so he could slide two fingers down the front of her bodice and tease her nipples before administering a hard pinch.

“Oh God,” gasped Georgiana, bucking. “Please. Please.”

Again and again, Ashton pinched the taut peaks, reveling in her guttural whimpers as she kept her hands in place but attempted to lure him into sin with her backside, thrusting it out and trying to rub it against him. Smiling inwardly, he removed his hands from her bodice and trailed them down her sides, before slowly, so, so slowly, inching her gown upward. Already the glorious scent of her arousal teased his nose, and his mouth watered for a taste.

“Spread your thighs,” he commanded. “Yes, that’s the way. Let me look at you.”

Keeping her gown up with one hand, his slid the other between her legs, teasing the silken skin of her inner thighs and stroking her bush before delicately circling her swollen clitoris.

Georgiana moaned. “This is j-just mean. I can’t see you. I can’t touch you. We’re on a staircase.”

“Yes,” Ashton replied ruthlessly as he continued tormenting her, stroking a hairsbreadth away from the side of her clitoris that made her scream with pleasure. “Perhaps in future you’ll think twice before brazenly baring your backside and compelling me to punish you further.”

“I’m too impatient,” she said meekly. “And rebellious. It’s just…it’s just…I know how good it will feel when you spank me. The sting. The heat. The way it makes my whole body feel alive and eases the troubles in my mind. I need it. I need it so badly. Please…”