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Lily
Modesty had been ingrained in Lily since she was young. Walking naked in front of a man, no matter that he was her husband, ran counter to everything she had been taught. Knowing he was watching her, still fully clothed as he sat in the chair, observing her obeying his order, was both exciting and nerve-wracking. Lily had never felt so exposed in her life.
She had also never been so aroused.
The salty-sweet taste of her own cream still lingered on her tongue. Just thinking about what she had done made her blush hotly.
This was something her friends had never talked about. Because they had not experienced the like? Or because it was so exquisitely intimate and simultaneously embarrassing, they could not find the words, could not bring themselves to speak of it?
Lily was not sure she could admit it to them, either.
Lying on the bed and stretching her arms above her head, she licked at her suddenly dry lips, acutely aware of how vulnerable she was making herself to Nathan, but this was what he desired. What he needed. And Lily wanted it. She wanted to learn everything, experience everything he could offer her. Her nipples and breasts still throbbed from his attentions, the little buds a much darker pink than usual and aching.
Hearing the rustle of fabric as he got to his feet, her heart pounded. What was he going to do now?
Was he going to pinch and suckle and bite her breasts some more? She had not begged for mercy yet. Or would he fetch a whip or a crop to use on them?
What did she want him to do?
Approaching the bed, holding his cravat in his hands, he bent to wrap it around her wrists, tying them together again. Lily jerked when she realized he had attached it to the headboard, her eyes widening. Although sure she could trust him, fear trickled through her, her heart beating faster than ever as Nathan stared down at her.
One hand slid down her arm to her breast, cupping it fully and squeezing. Watching her face intently, he pinched her nipple tightly. She gasped and whimpered, crying out when he twisted it. The tiny bud throbbed painfully, and she bit her lower lip to keep from begging.
Suddenly, she was not quite as sure of herself.
ChapterTwenty
Nathan
Sweet Lily at his mercy. Totally and completely. She wiggled as he pinched and tugged her nipple, her legs pressing together, indicating her arousal, even as she whimpered in erotic pain.
“Are you sure you still want this?” he asked, his voice low and husky as he gave her nipple another sharp pinch.
Lily gasped.
Writhed.
Looked up at him with hot need in her eyes.
Nodded.
“I need to hear the words, my dear.” Nathan moved his hand to her other breast, giving that nipple a nice, sharp pinch. The original nipple he’d been abusing was now a dark reddish color, and he knew changing sides would be more painful than if he continued to pinch the one he’d already been tormenting. Eventually, he would return to it, and she would experience an even sharper sensation.
“Yes! I want this!” Lily’s back arched as he tugged her nipple upward, her legs still rubbing together, twisting.
Releasing her nipple, Nathan bent to press a kiss to it. Gentle. No teeth. He enjoyed the way she tensed in anticipation of more pain, but that would be predictable.
“Good girl.”
Another hot blush suffused her cheeks. She liked being called that, but from the way she averted her gaze, he was also certain she did not particularly want to like it. There were some independent-minded women in The Society who suffered from the same conflicting emotions. Nathan had always liked them the best. Toying with what they did not want to want was a dichotomy that had always fascinated him.
Doing so with his wife was even more enjoyable.
Moving away from the nipple, he sank his teeth into the side of her breast as his other hand moved back to the first nipple. Lily cried out and writhed as he sucked the soft flesh into his mouth. Nathan had never been able to truly indulge in his penchant for leaving love marks before, but there was nothing to stop him now. No need to hide it.
He was Lily’s husband, and he was determined to be her only lover. He could mark her as much as he pleased, as long as he kept it below the neckline of her dress.
