Chapter Ten #2
“Now, what shall we do for your punishment, minx?” Wylder came closer, and Emily sucked in a breath, retreating despite herself.
The enormity of the situation… the man she adored standing in the middle of her bedroom while she stood nude and quivering before him…
was suddenly quite daunting. And just a tiny bit frightening, if she was truthful with herself.
Wylder’s expression changed in a heartbeat, morphing from stern, hungry predator to concerned lover.
“Ah, my sweet minx. Do not be afraid.” His tone was soothing and gentle. While desire still danced in the depths of his eyes, he obviously recognized Emily’s reticence. “I shall not hurt you… I swear this upon my very life.”
A flood of relief pinkened Emily’s cheeks.
“I’m not afraid. You must think me very silly and inexperienced, but I am not worried that you will hurt me.
It’s just that, for the briefest of moments, I found myself overwhelmed with the reality of you being here and hoping that…
” Taking a deep, fortifying breath, she blurted out, “Hoping that you want me as desperately as I want you.” Embarrassed by her own brazen nature, her face felt as though it were on fire as she confessed shyly, “And even if all you do is administer a punishment, I welcome it.”
A slow grin curved his firm mouth. “I am heartily glad to hear this, Emily. Your concerns remind me that it’s necessary to explain my actions more thoroughly due to your innocence.
You see, my intention tonight is twofold if we continue this unusual relationship.
I will most certainly punish you for certain infractions, the most notable being the instances you did not obey my direct instructions, beginning with the morning you fled my townhouse to make your own way home.
Placing yourself in danger like that greatly offends me, and I must ensure you do not behave so recklessly again.
But more importantly, my overwhelming desire is to give you such overwhelming pleasure that you seek to please me in all things.
The juxtaposition of these two principles will, I believe, cause you to rethink…
” Capturing her hand, he pressed a hot, open-mouthed kiss to the inner portion of her wrist, then her fingertips before biting them softly and continuing with another sinful smile, “your inherently brattish behavior.”
Emily chewed at her bottom lip, her eyes wide. “I don’t understand, my lord. You punished me once… the night you spanked me in the gardens of this very house. How-how can it be a punishment if I like it?”
“Sweet Jesus,” Wylder breathed out, his eyes fluttering shut as though her innocent confusion was too much to bear.
“I suspect you will be the death of me, minx.” He pulled her to him then, taking both of her hands and kissing them in reverence.
When next Wylder spoke, his tone was darker but incredibly soft.
“I intend on tying you up, Emily. I will first administer your punishment, then I shall bind you to your bed and worship your body until you beg for mercy. If you still want this, you shall put your hands behind your back and submit completely. This only comes to a stop if you utter the special word you selected earlier. Do you understand?”
“Yes, my lord,” Emily whispered. She saw his ghost of a smile before he spun her around. When she immediately placed her hands behind her back, he quickly wound the cravat around her wrists.
She whimpered with delight, swaying back against him and loving how helpless she felt. After tying the ends into a bow, his large, warm hands slipped down over her buttocks, squeezing the globes of flesh until she was dizzy with lust. “Please, Wylder. Do that again.”
“Easy, Emily. That ache you are experiencing is your body preparing itself for what is to come, but you will remain silent until I give you leave to speak. Another rule, darling, and one I must insist upon based on our present location. It would not do for your servants to hear what I’m doing to you over the next couple of hours. ”
Emily nearly squeaked out an alarmed protest at the length of time Wylder mentioned, but his hands tightened on the cravat as he used it to guide her toward another plush chair near the bed.
He sat down on it and pulled her to stand between his open knees while still holding her wrists hostage.
The position meant her upper body bowed toward his, her breasts thrusting forward with obscene eagerness.
“Bloody hell, you are a vision,” he murmured almost to himself.
“And one day soon, I shall enjoy having you trussed in such a manner while you are on your knees sucking my cock. You won’t be able to escape as I spill down your tight throat, my hands in your gorgeous hair as I guide your movements for my pleasure. ”
A strangled noise slipped from Emily’s throat at the arousing image Wylder’s words created. It served to remind him of his purpose, for his eyes darkened even more, the silvery depths now almost black with desire.
“But that’s for another time, my sweet Emily. Arrange yourself over my lap and let us begin.”