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Standing behind her, he kissed her shoulder while he slowly unfastened her dress. He pulled it down to her waist. “I love this dress, so I will leave it on you for now,” he murmured, tugging at the laces of her short stays. She had not worn a chemise under the stays, and she bit her lip when she heard him smile. He removed the stays and stilled. She wondered what he was thinking and began to grow impatient. He did not seem to be willing to hurry, and she did not know for how long she could wait.
He splayed his hand on her belly, and Elizabeth drew in a breath then he pushed her back against him. Lowering his body and grinding his hips against her posterior, he said, “Dance with me, My Darling.”
She rolled her hips and smiled. “What do you call this dance?”
“I have yet to give it a name.” He touched her breasts, capturing her nipples between his fingers. He pulled, and her breath hitched. Her knees began to weaken, and she reached up to link her fingers behind his neck for support. “Mm.” He sounded pleased, and she realized that by raising her arms, she had encouraged him to touch her more.
Elizabeth began to tremble as she hungered for more. Her body wanted that sweet relief and the bliss that came afterward, but it also wanted the urgency she was feeling to be prolonged. “Rhys…” she pleaded, “Rhys…please—”
Rhys laughed, the devil that he was. “I think you are ready now.” His hands slipped from her breasts, and he lowered her arms before he pushed her forward until her chest was on a cold surface. She gasped, feeling around the surface with her hands. She was on the writing desk.
“Shh,” he cooed, gently rubbing her back, bringing the warmth back to her body. He hiked her skirts up and ran his hand over her posterior. “Lovely,” he murmured. “Perfect.”
Elizabeth felt him lower himself, and she pushed against him. Chuckling, Rhys lightly kissed her buttock. He pulled away for a short moment before he spanked her. She moaned loudly, and her nails dragged down the desk as the sting turned into pleasure and melted her center.
Rhys blew against her hot skin. He kissed her other buttock before spanking her again, taking the breath out of her. She needed more, and she reached behind herself to touch her smarting flesh, but he caught her hand. “I will bind your hands if you move them again.”
“I…I want them bound,” she said through clenched teeth.
“Little minx!” He laughed and spanked her again then he gently kissed where his palm had no doubt left a red mark. Parting her legs, he lifted one onto the desk, and her body cheered. His tongue stroked her center, and she arched her back, opening herself more to him.
Something fell to the floor then, giving off a thud. She did not pay it any attention until she felt him still and pull away from her.
“Rhys?” she called, but he did not answer, and she had to pull off her blindfold. He was on his knees, staring at the small pieces of paper scattered on the floor.
Elizabeth watched him with dread slowly knotting in her stomach. What had fallen was a jewelry box where she had hidden the pieces of papers she had cut out from news sheets to work with. She put them there because she thought he would never care to open it, but everything had spilled out when it fell.
“Rhys?” She touched his shoulder. He raised his head to look at her, and his expression was as cold as stone.
