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Lucas and Mitchell? Why the devil would they need to speak? And where had Collins seen them? Rex had no idea where Lucas was, but…
Mary was stirring beside him.
“Michael?” she murmured, awareness returning to her eyes, which had been hazed with erotic anticipation. Before she could ask anything else, Rex bent his head down to catch her lips. Later, he would find Collins and question him more. Right now, he was going to finish what he and Mary had started. Collins, Mitchell, Lucas… they would all keep until later.
“Come, petal.” He drew her onward, his cock already recovering from the brief interruption. Running his hand up to the back of her neck, he toyed with the little curls that had escaped from the knot of her hair and felt her shiver in response. Like him, she easily fell back into her aroused mindset. “Let us find somewhere we can be alone.”
Having an audience had never bothered him, though it did not particularly titillate him, either, but with Mary… he did not want to share, and she did not seem disappointed over his search for privacy.
It took only two tries to find an empty room. None of the doors were allowed to be locked during a Society event, especially not after the contretemps with Mitchell, but a closed door meant the occupants did not welcome additional participants or viewers. Someone might peek in, for safety’s sake and to ensure everything was as it should be, but they would do no more than that.
Closing the door behind him, Rex led Mary over to the chaise on the far side of the room.
“Close your eyes,” he murmured, setting her to stand in front of the chaise. With a deep breath, she followed his order, and Rex circled around her, his fingers lightly touching her exposed skin. The gown she was wearing was soft, the amber color appealing against her hair and skin, and—most importantly—it was easily removed. Wearing nothing underneath, Rex could see her nipples puckering, pressing against the fabric. Dropping his hand, he rubbed the little buds through the material, and she whimpered. “What did you like most about what you saw? No, do not open your eyes. Just tell me.”
The blush in her cheeks deepened. Reaching down to readjust his cock, he moved the hard length to a more comfortable position while he continued to tease them both. Passing close by her, he breathed across the back of her neck, and she moaned before answering him.
“Wondering what it felt like.” Her voice was a husky whisper. “Imagining us in their place.”
“Did you want the audience?” he asked, gut tightening. If it was what she desired, he would arrange it, but he would not like it.
“No… I do not think so,” she answered, and his tension relaxed. Standing before her, Rex curved his finger under her breasts and around each nipple. Mary arched her back, thrusting her chest out toward him, silently begging for more. He gave each nipple a harsh pinch, holding tightly enough, she went up on her toes, and he kept his hold rather than releasing them quickly. Her lips parted, panting for breath. “Yes… that… and…”
“The whip?”
She shuddered. “Maybe?”
Rex had to smile. He was no hardened sadist, and despite her enjoyment of a bite of pain, Mary’s threshold for it was not particularly high bytheSociety standards. They suited each other admirably in that way.
“I think I liked watching and imagining more than I would enjoy the reality of the whip,” she admitted, her eyes opening to meet his, a hint of worry in them as if she thought he would be disappointed. Rex smiled, tightening his hold on her nipples, then releasing them.
“I prefer using my hand,” he said, pulling her in and bowing her back for a passionate kiss.
Mary
Her breasts were crushed against his body while his lips devoured hers, nipples throbbing from the sharp hold Michael had used. Mary kissed him back fiercely, her kindled passion flaring with need. Running his hands down her arms, Michael pressed them behind her back, taking complete control of her body. With an easy flick of his fingers, he undid the buttons on the bodice of her dress and released her wrists long enough for the dress to fall from her curves, letting it pool around her on the floor.
Although used to being naked before him, Mary was aware of the people moving through the halls beyond the door, the occasional cries that were audible even through the walls, reminding her that they were not alone, and someone could walk in at any moment. The possibility made her anxious but excited, especially knowing no one would think twice about anything they saw.
Unwinding his cravat from around his throat, Michael looped it around her wrists, and Mary’s breathing came faster as her helplessness increased. Heat pooled between her thighs in anticipation. While she loved him holding her in place, binding her hands allowed him to do so many other devious things to her.
“On the chaise,” he murmured, using his hands to direct her where he wanted her—facing the back of the chaise, where he used the ends of the cravat to tie her wrists to the ornate decoration there. With her back to him, Mary could not see what he was doing without craning her neck over her shoulder.
With her knees well apart to help her balance on the chaise, bottom high in the air, she knew he could see every part of her—her creamy cheeks, the wet lips of her pussy, and the little crinkled hole he was so intent on exploring. Fingers traced the center of her bottom, over that little hole before dipping between her swollen folds to tease her clit.
Gasping, Mary tilted her hips back, seeking more contact, but Rex pulled his hand away… then brought it down on her right buttock with a short, crisp swat. The sting flared and faded, but his hand was already delivering a similar blow to the opposite side of her bottom—back and forth, heating her cheeks, occasionally pausing to tease her clitoris before returning to the erotic spanking. This was not punishment but pleasure, the sting melding with her growing passion, feeding the fiery ecstasy flickering along her senses.
“Michael… please…” Mary begged, not because she wanted him to stop the spanking, so much as she wanted himinsideher. A flurry of short, sharp swats followed her plea, leaving her gasping and writhing, her senses humming for more.
Then he was there, sliding into her from behind, his hands gripping her hips as he thrust in hard and deep, filling her completely. Mary cried out in pleasure, her body rejoicing at the sensation, clamping down around him in eager anticipation. His hands slid up her sides to her breasts, fingers once more closing around her nipples in a harsh pinch while his cock dragged out of her, then shoved in.
Using her breasts for leverage, the tugging on her nipples approximated what she had seen in the other room, making the tiny buds tingle and spark. Rex rolled them between his fingers, tormenting the sensitive nubbins, while he rode her with slow, smooth strokes that filled her over and over.
Moaning, Mary pushed back against him, her body aquiver with the burgeoning rapture, her pussy fluttering with the first ripples of her oncoming climax. Moving harder, faster, Rex’s hands on her breasts grew rougher. Mary cried out as the pleasure and pain crashed against each other, a complex chorus of conflicting sensations that amplified each other until she did not know where one began and the other left off.
“Michael!” she cried out in abject passion, body throbbing and clenching around him. She heard him groan her name before thrusting fully into her pussy, his cock pulsing with his own orgasm only a few moments behind hers.
Chapter 23
