Chapter 14 #2
She took off her cloak and slippers and set them on one of the chairs beside the fireplace, her attention on the large mirror that reflected the bed and the man who was purposefully coming toward her. He stopped behind her, wrapped one arm around her waist, and yanked her hard against him.
“Do you ever listen to a thing I say to you?”
“Not if I can help it.” She deliberately rubbed her bottom against the hardness at her back. “I’ve never been very good at doing what I’m told.”
“I’m beginning to remember that.” He kissed the nape of her neck, and she shivered. “Perhaps I need to be more explicit about what I expect from you.”
“And what do you expect?” Carenza asked.
“Obedience?”
He shoved his hand into her hair, dislodging half the pins, and wrapped the length around his fingers to draw her head back. The thrill that sang through her body released into a gasp as she arched against him.
“You’re going to suck my cock.”
“Am I?”
“Yes.”
“Or…?”
He looked at her in the mirror. “You can go home.”
She considered him for a long moment. “Will you take my clothing off first?”
“Why?”
She enjoyed the flicker of interest in his eyes. “Because the thought of being fully naked while I pleasure you, and you are still dressed, excites me.”
His breathing hitched. “Carenza—”
“You are supposed to be my lover, aren’t you?” She slowly blinked at him. “But I promise I will be very amenable to your commands once you do as I ask.”
His fingers tightened momentarily in her hair, and he cursed under his breath before unbuttoning the back of her gown. She helped him by stepping out of her dress and petticoats while he dealt with her stays and shift. When she was naked, she turned to face him. His expression was hard to read.
“Leave your stockings on.”
“As you wish.” She sank gracefully onto her knees. “May I begin?”
He nodded and moved the candelabra so they were bathed in its light.
His satin breeches were stretched tightly across the front where his cock strained to be freed. Carenza took her time unbuttoning his placket and pushing his shirt out of the way. She breathed in the hot, feral scent of his arousal and wrapped her fingers around the base of his thick shaft.
“No. Just your mouth. Put your hands behind your back.”
The bite in his voice made everything inside her turn molten with the intense desire to please him. She licked his crown, which was already wet, and then carefully sucked the first few inches of his cock into her mouth.
“Take more.”
She leaned in and swallowed him deeper, resisting the urge to gag as the head of his cock touched the back of her throat.
“That’s better.” He rolled his hips, pushing himself even farther in, and she closed her eyes to experience the sensation more clearly. “Now suck me hard.”
She obliged, and his hand cupped the back of her head, holding her exactly where he wanted her. She forgot about everything but the feel of him and the way her body welcomed each demanding thrust.
“Play with your nipples.”
She eagerly did as he commanded, aware that his cock was moving faster between her lips as he neared his climax, and that she no longer cared how deep he went as long as he never stopped.
“That’s …” His hand flexed against her skull as the full length of his cock twitched, and he slammed into her, releasing a hot wave of come down her throat. She swallowed as fast as she could, unable to move as he had her locked against him.
Eventually, he loosened his grip, and she eased back, kissing his thigh as she looked up at him. He traced the edge of her mouth with his finger, and she licked her lips, catching the tip of his thumb, sucking it to make him shudder. She smiled, and his gaze narrowed.
“Did I please you, Mr. Laurent?”
He sat down in the nearest chair. “Come here.”
“Why?”
“Because I haven’t finished with you, yet.”
She rose from her knees and walked over to him, aware of the steady throb of her own desire and her need for him to do something about it.
He pointed at his lap, and she raised an eyebrow. “I don’t think you’re ready for the next round, sir.”
“Oh, this isn’t for me.” He paused. “Although, I have to admit I’ve been fantasizing about this since you first started arguing every point with me.”
“What are your intentions?”
He wrapped an arm around her waist and tipped her over his lap.
“Oh.”
He set his palm on her buttocks and spread his fingers wide. “You don’t listen. You deliberately and wantonly entice me in the most inappropriate of circumstances, and then you demand I perform for you.”
She settled herself more comfortably over his lap, the satin of his breeches soft against her skin.
“You have nothing to say?” he asked. “No apologies?”
The slap of his hand on her flesh was sharp but not unpleasant. Carenza considered the tingling sensation and how wonderfully it concentrated her attention.
“I’m not apologizing for anything,” she said. “You understood the rules when you agreed to become my lover.”
His hand came down again on her other buttock, and he settled into a relentless rhythm that made her squirm and roll her hips. Yes, it stung, but it also did something very peculiar to her level of desire, which was now concentrating in her already swollen clit.
“That’s …” She breathed hard as she started to tremble.
He paused, his fingers sliding between her legs. “You’re soaking,” he said roughly as he pinched her clit.
She came, her breathing a jumbled mess, her heart racing. “Then do something about it,” she gasped.
“You’ll wait until I’m ready,” he said. “Or until you beg.”
“You … bastard.” Carenza tried to roll off his lap, but he easily prevented her.
He stood up with her in his arms and dropped her in the middle of his bed. She gasped, and he quickly followed her down. One of his hands trapped both her wrists as he straddled her. There was a glint in his blue eyes that made her nervous but was also extremely arousing.
He ripped off his cravat and tied it around her wrists before securing the other end to the headboard.
“Just to keep you quiet for a moment, ma’am.”
She kicked out at him, but he easily avoided her foot. She went still as he leaned in and kissed her hard.
“I’d gag you, but I might need your mouth to pleasure my cock.”
“You—” She tried to bite him.
He laughed and sat back, stripping off his coat and waistcoat and then pulling his shirt over his head.
She sighed with pleasure as his lean torso was revealed, her gaze lowering to where his cock was already pushing against the confines of his open breeches.
“You can sigh all you like, madam, but you’re not getting fucked until I decide whether you deserve it.”
“And what might I have to do to earn that honor?” Carenza inquired.
He raised an eyebrow as he shucked off his breeches and stockings. “I’ve already told you. You beg.”
“Untie me, and I’ll think about it.”
“No.”
“I can pleasure you far better with the use of my hands.”
“But this isn’t about my pleasure, is it?” He kissed her nipple. “As you keep reminding me, it’s all about you.”
The flash of pure frustration in Carenza’s eyes, along with a dash of murder, was almost worth all his frustrations—the nights when he’d had to stroke his cock to completion while thinking of her, the opportunities he’d turned down simply because his body didn’t seem to want anyone but her.
It was enough to drive a man to drink, and he felt he deserved a little revenge.
Having the woman he desired sprawled naked on his bed with her hands tied to his headboard was just as delightful as he’d imagined. He ran his fingers down over her breasts, traced the curve of her hips, and returned to her face where she was now scowling.
“Is something wrong?” he asked as he lightly caressed her.
“You know what I want, Julian,” Carenza said with far too much composure for his liking.
“I know what you like.” He kissed her hard nipple and then licked it until she shuddered. “I’m just not willing to give it to you yet.”
In truth, he didn’t want to give in to his own desires to treat her exactly as she wanted because he enjoyed it too much. He might lose his much-vaunted control, and then where would they be? In heaven? In hell? He wasn’t sure he wanted to find out.
Carenza moved restlessly against the sheets, one of her thighs falling open to expose her most intimate secrets.
Julian couldn’t look away from the swell of her clit and the wetness tangled with her damp hair.
He wanted to lick it all off and fill her again.
He reminded himself to stay in control and not let Carenza goad him into behaviors he might later regret.
She looked at him from under her lashes and breathed his name.
Damnation.
He lowered his head and sucked her clit into his mouth, making her scream. He raised his head to look at her. “That’s better.”
When she growled, he cocked an eyebrow.
“Do I have to tie your ankles as well?”
She considered him, her gaze sultry, the hint of release already flushing her cheeks, and he realized he’d made a tactical error. She was willing to try whatever he suggested, and, if he did tie her up and had the freedom to roam over her body, he might never let her go.
“Alas, I have nothing to bind you with.” He caressed her ankle.
“You could use my stockings.”
“I think not.” He let his fingers drift from her ankle up to her knee and beyond. “You’re very wet.”
“I wonder why.”
He cupped her mound, and she shivered as he thumbed her clit. “I’m beginning to reconsider the gag.” He thrust three fingers gently inside her in a slow, shallow rhythm that he knew would frustrate her greatly.
“You like me arguing with you.”
“Whatever gave you that idea? I prefer my women to be silently in awe of my lovemaking skills.”
“If that’s the case, they’d probably fall asleep.”
He stopped moving, and she made a face.
“I’ll withdraw that remark if you’ll just get on with it and prove what a spectacular lover you are supposed to be.”