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“Suit yourself, Miss Herwood.”
It was hardly a choice! she wanted to say. Her muscles simply could not persevere. They had no practice in crouching in such a fashion for lengths of time.
He twisted a finger in the chain between her nipple clamps. They pulled at her, renewing the pain there. At least he had allowed his cock to remain in place.
“Make yourself spend.”
She blinked. Well, she was not about to remind him that he had mentioned a ‘price to pay’ earlier. Taking his offer, she worked her hips, trying to push his cock as deep inside her as she could. He continued to twist the chain. His other hand found her clitoris, slick and engorged. The triple stimulation, his cock inside her, his thumb at her clitoris, the clamps pulling at her, combined to send her over the edge. He snapped the clamps off her nipples just as she imploded with a bloodcurdling scream. She would have convulsed right off his lap if he had not caught her hip. Shuddering violently, she fell against him, her hot and sweaty body against his.
She murmured an oath, then realized she had spoken it aloud. Recovering from her raptures, she found him stroking her back tenderly. She stirred slightly and felt he was still hard inside of her. Oh dear, that meant she was not finished.
“Pleased?”
The strange inquiry made her look at him.
He was gazing at her as if searching her face for something.
“A little,” she teased.
“Good. On your knees.”
She stood up, glad to stretch her legs, then knelt on the cold, hard ground. He stood, his cock at her face. She opened her mouth willingly, wanting to give him the same pleasure he had provided her. He slid his cock inside of her. She tasted her own wetness upon him, unsure of how she regarded her own flavor. With her arms still bound behind her, she could not exert herself as well upon his shaft, so he fisted a hand in her hair and guided her mouth. She tried to take him down her throat as much as possible and managed to suppress most of her gagging reflexes.
His lordship’s eyes closed, and he grunted his enjoyment.
“Suck. Harder.”
She obliged until her cheeks hurt. He tensed further, and she sensed his end was near. He bucked his hips at her, and with a roar, he shoved himself deep into her. Warm, tangy liquid filled her mouth. She swallowed to prevent from choking as he pumped his seed into her. His legs shook, and his fingers curled in her hair. Pleased that she could cause his surrender, she licked her lips after he had pulled himself from her. He knelt down before her and kissed her. Reaching around her, he untied her stockings. Relief rushed through her sore arms.
“And now, the price, Miss Herwood.”
She cursed herself. The man had not forgotten. The hour was late, and she was tired. But her pride would not allow her to ask for leniency.
After buttoning the fall of his trousers, he lifted her and placed her among the numerous plush pillows underneath a blood red canopy with golden tassels and orange curtains. He lay beside her and fitted his hand between her thighs. His languid strokes felt pleasant, but she wondered that she had the wherewithal to go another round.
“Have you thought of Chateau Follet since your departure?” he asked.
Many, many times.
“Often enough,” she replied.
“And what in particular does your memory fancy?”
She thought of all the times she had been with him. How could she pick a favorite among them? For days afterward, she had relived each one twice over.
“They were all of them an experience, to be sure,” she said. “Certainly the night with Lady Isabella and Lord Devon was beyond the pale.”
“In what manner?”
His fingers had an intoxicating effect, putting her at ease while strumming a luscious tension.
“It felt as if I were undergoing two simultaneous sources of titillations, mine own and theirs. I had never witnessed another pair before. It was most provocative. What Lord Devon did...”
She felt him stiffen. He rose. No doubt the mention of his rival did not sit well with him. She chastised her carelessness.
Rockwell returned with a small box and wide iron bar with two shackles on either end of it. She sat up at attention and watched as he locked her ankles into the outer shackles. The bar prevented her legs from closing. He pushed her onto her back and locked her wrists into the two inner shackles.
Oh my God. Her cunnie was exposed in the most wanton fashion.
