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“Remove the stockings,” he instructed as he rolled up his sleeves.
With lust shining in her eyes, she did as he bid and slid the silk down her legs. She stood before him completely naked, a little more at ease than before. Once more he swept his gaze appreciatively over her body. His cock pulsed, wanting action. He sauntered over to her and looked into her eyes, confirming that she wanted him as much as he wanted her. He brushed his fingers gently along her collarbone and kissed her shoulder.
Then his demeanor changed. Thrusting his hand into her hair, he yanked on the coiffure to force her chin up, then smothered her mouth with his. She yelped but yielded to the assault upon her mouth. He dug deep into the warm, wet crevice with his tongue. Her breathing became heavy against his upper lip and he smelled the wine from dinner. He would taste of her in as many ways possible before they left, he promised himself. Fire consumed his veins and he disengaged himself abruptly for as much his sake as hers.
“Lie down upon the bed.”
Still breathless from the kiss, she took a moment but complied with a touch of awkwardness. He stretched her arms overhead and bound her wrists to the bedposts with the rope, then did the same with her ankles till her body formed an ‘X’ with each limb tethered to a bedpost. Stepping back, he admired his handiwork. Damn. He could see the glisten of wetness between her legs.
She pulled at her bonds, but the ropes had little give. He could see that she felt ill at ease being spread and exposed in such a manner.
“Remember the safety word?” he asked as he retrieved the tails.
“Rati,” she said, the name of the goddess coming from deep in her throat.
Even her speech affected him, and he could not attribute blame to the wine as he had consumed only two glasses in the course of the evening. He steeled his nerves. What he was about to do her required a steady hand.
“Your punishment begins, Miss Herwood.”
He passed a hand from her toes and up her leg, past her hip and ribcage, and up to the bottom of a breast. He cupped it tenderly. It had a lovely shape to it and large areolas. He leaned down and put his mouth upon the puckered nipple. A tiny purr escaped her. He swirled his tongue over it and gently sucked. Her toes curled in response. He flicked his tongue at the nipple, licked it, pulled it until she twisted in her bonds. He reached a hand to her groin, grazing the hair between her legs and sliding a finger against her clitoris. She emitted a shaky groan. While attending to the nipple, he fingered that other nub and occasionally slipped his finger into her hot, soaking womanhood. Her body arched off the bed.
Satisfied that he had her sufficiently aroused, he stepped back and unfurled the tails. He whipped them against the side of her breast, careful to avoid the nipple. She cried out, mostly in surprise. He lashed again at the breast. The mound of flesh quivered at the impact. She sucked at the air. This time he knew it stung a little. He slapped the tails against her inner thigh. Her leg wanted to recoil but was held in place by the bindings. He slapped her there again, and she gasped at how close he had come to striking her cunnie.
“Please,” she murmured.
“Use your safety word if you must, but you will have to endure a lot more if you wish to enter the East Wing, m’dear.”
At that she closed her mouth and awaited his next move. He applied the tails to her other breast until the skin blushed with indignation. She cried out each time but did not invoke the name of Rati. The moisture at her cunnie increased.
He applied the flogger lightly to her ribs, then let the tails fall once upon her cunnie. She would have leapt off the bed if she had not been held down by the bindings. He rubbed her between her legs.
“Do you think you have learned your lesson, Miss Herwoo
d?”
“Hmph?” she responded through a haze of arousal and vexation.
“What have we learned, Miss Herwood?”
“To heed your orders.”
“Swiftly and keenly.”
“Yes, my lord.”
He wanted to inform her that she would only take pleasure from him, that she belonged to him. She was his alone to command and gratify and protect. But these were dangerous feelings to have. Voicing them might render them less fleeting.
“And if you please me, you may find yourself rewarded.”
“Yes, my lord.”
He stroked her cunnie with his thumb. Her body, already near the height, did not require long to go over the precipice. As she spent, she bucked off the bed and writhed violently against the ropes. He did not wait for her to completely descend from her climax and dove once more between her legs.
Confused, she knew not whether she wanted the continued attention. He suspected her cunnie to be exceedingly sensitive. It pulsed hot and wet beneath his mouth. She attempted to move away from him, but he grasped her hips and held her in place. He did not relent and soon had her riding a second wave of ecstasy. Screaming, she succumbed to the stimulation with such forceful spasms that she struck him in the chin. He rubbed her gently until the last of her shivers subsided and she let out a deep sigh. For a while he gazed at her as she recovered herself, drinking in the sight of her stretched across the bed, her breasts still bearing the markings of the flogger, her body flush from the experience.
By Jove, he wanted to fuck her.
Chapter Eleven
