Page 29 of Mistletoe Minx

Dalton’s tone was mild from the doorway, but the underlying steel made her clitoris throb. Surrendering instantly was tempting; however, the more provocative she was, the higher the chance of punishment.

Frances met his gaze and deliberately stroked herself. “Mmmm…you didn’t specifically detail what misbehaving was. How could a proper duchess possibly know? Oooohh…can you hear that? My pussy is very, very wet.”

He sucked in a breath, first setting a silver tray of objects down on the bed, before prowling toward her like a hungry wolf, his green gaze glittering.

Oh my.

Dalton halted mere inches away and leaned down. “I have previously informed you what happens to naughty little minxes,” he said softly. “Do you recall?”

Frances trembled with sheer need. “They are made to suck your cock. Then bound and blindfolded before submitting to fire and ice…the ginger and the icicles.”

“That is correct. Do you think you deserve such punishment?”

“Yes,” Frances blurted. “Yes, yes, yes.”

In a lightning-fast movement, Dalton gripped her plait and wound it around his fist. Next, he tugged firmly, arching her back, before ruthlessly claiming her mouth.

Oh God.

Her husband’s lips were firm and forceful, and when his tongue plunged into her mouth and swirled with her own, all she could do was cling to the lapels of his jacket and surrender to the storm. The way he kissed her when she provoked him…a deliciously harsh possession, a statement of wicked intent that she felt to the very soul.

Just when her lips tingled from the onslaught, he drew back.

“Offer me your breasts,” Dalton said thickly. “Cup and present them.”

Frances untied her dressing gown, then hesitated. Earlier in the dining room there had been some truly magnificent bosoms on display. “They aren’t very big,” she mumbled.

He tsked and rubbed his thumbs across her distended nipples. “You dare to find fault with such perfection?”

Her jaw dropped at such fierceness. Dalton liked her body that much? “I…ah…”

“You are a goddess, Frances. The heart of every filthy dream I have. Do not ever doubt the depth and breadth of my desire for you, it is endless like…like the sky.”

Well.

Thoroughly emboldened, Frances lifted the small mounds high. “So you’ll suck them raw?” she asked hopefully.

“Alas, no,” Dalton replied, his eyes glinting. “Naughty minxes do not get rewards, they get…this.”

He bent his head and circled her nipples with just his tongue tip, before bestowing a whisper of a kiss to each.

Frances whimpered at the cruelest of punishments: soft and gentle when she craved rough and hard. “I can atone! Let me take your cock in my mouth.”

Dalton stepped back and nodded slowly. “Very well. Take a cushion from the chaise and kneel on the floor beside the bed.”

Although she near-sprinted to obey, her husband strolled to the bed then took a thousand years to unfasten the fall of his trousers. After that, he tormented her further by taking his cock in hand and gliding his fingers along the engorged length.

“Do you know,” Dalton mused, “how many times I came in my hand thinking of you on your knees for me? Dozens. But nothing I imagined compares to this; the exact pink of your lips, or the way your nipples are so hard they’re almost shredding your dressing gown, or how your inner thighs are glistening from all the sweet cunt honey dripping down…”

“Please,” begged Frances, actually swaying with lust. “Let me suck you.”

At last he nodded permission, and she closed her hand around the thick shaft framed by sparse dark hair at his groin. He was much bigger than the practice phallus, and so warm compared to the cool jade. Even better, seed dampened the head, and her tongue darted out for a taste. It was hard to describe, both salty and earthy, but she couldn’t help returning for more. To finish, she dragged her tongue up and down his length and lapped at the heavy balls dangling beneath.

Dalton grunted, his hand once again securing her plait. Then he guided his cockhead to her lips and penetrated a few inches. “Show me what that lovely mouth can do. It will please me very much if you swallow every drop of my seed.”

Frances moaned and began to suck, trying to take more and more of him into her mouth, but choking a little when the head nudged the back of her throat.

“Easy, sweetheart,” he soothed, his thumb caressing the nape of her neck. “Slow and easy. Breathe through your nose and let your throat relax. Yes, just like that. My clever minx.”