Chapter Fifteen
Wylder
My little minx will surely be the death of me.
A slight frown knitted the area between Emily’s eyebrows as she absorbed what she obviously considered an odd command.
“Do not think, Emily. You simply obey.”
Embers sparked in her deep-blue eyes, and her chin lifted in recognition of the mastery in his low voice. Although she clearly wished to question him, her mouth parted just enough that Wylder could see her teeth.
The pulse in her throat was beating rapidly, her chest rising and falling with excitement for the unknown.
Knowing she wished to experience the pleasure he could give her…
that she would use it to entice and beguile a husband one day…
made Wylder want to both beat his chest in frustration and anticipation.
He did not think he could stand the thought of another man seeing her beautiful form.
The reality was enough to drive him mad.
He placed the crop between her teeth, recognizing her quick intake of breath at his actions. Her eyes were now wide pools of dark-blue lust and confusion.
“Do not drop this. You are not to touch it with your hands at any time,” Wylder breathed. “Do you understand?”
Emily hesitated, absorbing his words before slowly nodding.
Wylder turned, locating the chair from where he’d picked up the riding crop.
Sitting down, he let his gaze roam over the fetching image she made.
Her slender frame was straight and proud, her breasts thrusting upward in plump perfection.
From the indentation of her tiny waist, her body flowed into the curved lines of her hips and long, finely shaped legs.
At the junction of her creamy thighs, a soft thatch of black curls tempted him with the delights hidden beyond.
With her hair unbound and streaming in silky waves across her shoulders, she was a deity of lust he would gladly worship at the feet of.
Staring at him, unblinking, with her hands motionless by her sides, the riding crop was clenched between her teeth. But Wylder could see she was trembling, her nipples hard and pebbled with either desire or the coolness of the room. Perhaps it was both.
Settling back into the chair, Wylder spread his legs wide enough that she could stand between them and motioned that she come closer.
“Come here to me, Emily,” he ordered in a deliberately soft voice.
Another time and I will have her crawl to me like this…
naked… with my own riding crop between her teeth.
The thought hardened his cock to an almost painful condition.
He fought the urge to ease the ache with his own hand, willing to endure this discomfort in favor of what he intended to experience next.
Emily glided forward with an innate grace.
When she stood before him, Wylder could not help but run his hands down her smooth flanks, gripping her hips until the imprint of his fingers was on her skin.
A small moan issued from her throat. Pulling her even closer, he leaned forward.
His mouth was level with her lower belly, the nest of curls hiding her sex.
With just a dip of his head, he could lap at paradise with his tongue.
Inhaling deeply of her sweet scent, Wylder bent to her, latching his mouth over her sex, his tongue searching through the curls and finding the aching button of her clit.
“Fuck, you always taste so damned good, Emily,” he whispered as he licked the tiny bit of flesh.
“And always so fucking wet for me.” She moaned again, her hands sliding onto his shoulders as she used the breadth of his body to hold herself upright.
Little pants of air escaped around the crop in her mouth.
“Do not let that riding crop fall,” he reminded her, and she whimpered in response, her hips undulating as he nibbled and tasted her.
Wylder quickly worked her up to an orgasm, marveling how responsive she was as she shook in his arms. Before she reached the pinnacle, however, he drew back so he could stare up into her passion-dazed eyes.
“Down on your knees, little minx.”
She immediately slid down into a kneeling position, placing her weight on her haunches. The riding crop remained in her mouth, and that pleased Wylder more than he could articulate.
“I am going to teach you how to please me, Emily.” He lifted a chunk of her dark hair, rubbing the silky strands through his fingers.
His gaze bored into her as he spoke. “It will be a bit unpleasant for you at first… at least until you become accustomed to the things I want you to do. But if you please me in this, I will reward you.”
Emily’s hands moved until they rested atop her thighs.
Like the women in the notorious clubs he frequented, she had unconsciously assumed the position of a submissive.
Her gaze never left his until, with one hand, Wylder unbuttoned the fall of his breeches.
Her eyes dropped to his lap as he slowly withdrew his cock.
Wrapping his fingers around his girth, he pumped his fist up and down his length twice.
A breathy sigh escaped Emily even as her teeth clamped harder on the riding crop. Wylder stifled his groan, his bollocks drawing up tight as a flare of apprehension and desire lit her eyes. She stared at his member, her hands clenching into tiny fists.
“Emily…” Wylder said in a soft voice. “Look at me.”
Her gaze flickered up to meet his. Curiosity was stamped on her features, morphing with the desire and uncertainty.
“You are going to put your mouth on me and bring me to a climax.” He purposefully kept his tone steady, hoping to calm any fear she had. “I will instruct you. Should you wish to stop at any time, you need only to utter the special word we previously agreed upon.”
Stubbornness swept her face, her chin tilting upward in an obstinate manner, and Wylder gripped his cock even tighter as pre-ejaculate gathered on the mushroom-shaped head.
She would not surrender with a safe word.
She was stubborn enough to try proving herself worthy of whatever task he expected of her.
“Hand me the riding crop, minx.”
With a steady hand, she reached up and removed the crop from between her teeth.
With a hard swallow and a swipe of her pink tongue over her dry lip, she handed it over.
While she watched, he flipped the instrument around in his hand and slid the thick end down between her legs, running it up and down her cleft.
“My lord?” Emily moaned in desperation, leaning toward him. “What will you have me do? Should I… should I kiss you there?”
“Bloody hell, yes.” Wylder closed his fist around the base of his cock, throttling off the urge to climax at the thought of her pouty, pink lips touching him.
Withdrawing the riding crop from between her legs, he ignored her huff of frustration and extended his arm to sharply tap the round curve of her arse with the leather.
She let out a little yelp, bowed her back, and braced herself with both hands on his thighs.
Staring at him with wild eyes, she lowered her head until the head of his cock brushed against her parted lips.
A moment’s hesitation, then her warm, lush mouth closed over him.
“Fuck!” Wylder hissed, letting go of his member to shove his hand into the thick wealth of her hair. He held tight, preventing her from shuffling back in alarm. “Just like that, my sweet. Open your mouth more for me… let me slide in.”
With a tiny whimper, Emily obeyed, her hands clenching into fists as she let more of him enter her mouth.
It felt so damn good. Wylder’s head lolled against the chair’s cushion, his eyes practically rolling backwards.
His cock grew, demanding more, needing more.
More of her. More of everything. Her cheeks bulged, so full of him that she gagged.
Christ, he wasn’t even all the way inside her mouth and already she was choking on him.
His cock swelled even more, twitching in delight as his hips involuntarily thrust upward.
She let out a sound of distress that melted into a moan when he snapped the crop over her buttocks once more.
“Don’t you dare stop, minx. Unless it is to cry out your special word, you will not stop,” Wylder muttered.
The grip he had on her hair tightened as he helped guide her head up and down.
Breaching her tight throat was certainly not something he could expect this first time, but he had every expectation they would work up to it.
She was doing so well for him… trying so hard to please him.
He gave her the opportunity to bring everything to a halt, but stubborn brat that she was, she simply hummed in acceptance and swallowed down more of him.
“You’re doing so well, my naughty, sweet girl. Sucking my cock as though you love being used for my own selfish pleasure.”
Emily seemed to thrive on the praise, her body rocking gently with the motions of his hand in her hair.
Every so often, Wylder struck the soft flesh of her arse when he thought she needed something to ground her in the moment.
Each time she responded with a soft moan and perceptible melting against him. Fuck. He wouldn’t last much longer.
“I’m going to come, Emily,” he groaned. “And you will not understand what that means until I explain it. My seed will erupt from my body into your mouth, and you will swallow me down unless you pull back from me right now,” he warned, tossing the crop aside so he could bury both hands in her hair.
Ready to yank her away at the first hint of reluctance on her part, he quivered on the cusp of an intense orgasm.
Emily did not disappoint him. She curled her nails into the bare skin of his thighs, maintaining the inexpert sorcery of her lips and teeth on his throbbing cock.
Sinking him deep into her mouth, she refused to allow the moment to end until, with a low growl of satisfaction, everything inside Wylder exploded in a glorious burst of sensations.
He’d never come so hard before in his life.
It went far beyond any erotic experience he had ever enjoyed.
For a long moment, he lay slumped in the chair, dazed and lightheaded as small sighs and moans issued from Emily.
Her slender body was quivering, her throat closing around his erect shaft as she swallowed the fluid slowly pumping into her mouth.
When his body was wrung dry, he finally pulled her head back from him.
Her lips left him with a small popping sound, and Wylder grunted at the loss of suction.
With innate obedience, she remained kneeling between his widespread thighs, her eyes now a smoky, glazed blue with arousal as she stared up at him.
Wylder recognized the question in her gaze.
She was waiting for him to command her next move, her fingers still flexing on his thighs, her mouth beautifully swollen and pink from abuse.
He could see her buttocks from this angle.
The sight of those faint red stripes marring her creamy flesh was almost more than he could bear.
I’ve marked her as mine.
He dove headfirst into the overwhelming possessiveness that swelled inside him.
She was his, even if only for a little while.
The little minx had innocently taken him to the heights of desire.
Now, he was eager to lick and taste the sweet frenzy he had worked her into.
Tendrils of affection curled around his insides the longer he sat motionless.
Tendrils that demanded he throw all caution to the wind and take Emily as his own forever.
If it meant his eventual death, he would consider it an excellent reason to depart this earth.
Rising to his feet, Wylder tucked himself back into his breeches, fastening the buttons as she silently watched.
What was going through her mind as she stared up at him from his feet?
Was she wondering if he would leave her now?
A smile that reeked of regret curved Emily’s mouth, and he knew that was exactly what she was thinking.
“Come here,” Wylder crooned, hooking his hands beneath her armpits and dragging her up from the floor.
He pressed his mouth to hers, uncaring that his essence lingered on her lips.
He kissed her with all the emotion inside him that could not be said aloud, his arms wrapping around her waist and keeping her body pressed against him.
Her bare breasts felt heavenly as they branded his chest, her nipples erect and hard as diamonds scoring his skin.
His cock was already beginning to harden again, aching to be deep inside her.
“I promised you pleasure if you pleased me, Emily,” he whispered against her lips. “Will you allow me to do what I wish?”
“Yes,” she replied softly. “If you are sure you want to stay.” Her tone turned slightly accusing. “The last time you were in my rooms, you left without saying goodbye. I fell asleep, and when I woke, you were gone. Please do not do that to me this time.”
“I intend to kiss and finger your sweet little quim until you faint,” Wylder promised. “But I swear I will not leave you this time.”
“How will you do that without being seen by anyone?”
“I will be very discreet, minx. Now, let me decide where I want to begin pleasuring you for the rest of the night,” he said, his voice turning darker.
“What do you mean? We shall be in bed, of course.” Shock colored Emily’s voice, but she also sounded intrigued by the possibility of naughty acts occurring in different places.
Wylder laughed, truly delighted by her infectious innocence. “We are not limited to the bed, thank God. Look around your chambers, Emily. We have the chairs. Your vanity table. Even the walls can be used for my purposes.”
“The walls, my lord?” she giggled softly. “I don’t understand…”
Before she could say another word, Wylder spun her toward the nearest wall and pressed her against it, her breasts flattened against the cool plaster, her palms flat as well. Emily gasped in surprise at the quickness of his actions.
Using his booted feet, Wylder kicked hers apart and slipped his index finger between her thighs from his position behind her.
She was so wet for him. So ready to be possessed and owned.
As her creamy arousal coated his finger, he whispered in her ear, “We shall start here, I think. And you will stay in this position as I show you what I mean.” Nipping her lobe and running his tongue over it to sooth the sting, he added a dark promise.
“Once I’ve made you come in this position, I’ll bend you over your vanity table next. ”