Chapter Three #4
Finally, and excruciatingly slowly, he moved his hands toward her sex.
She'd never imagined wanting so badly for him to touch her and near held her breath as he brushed the curls there.
Just that hint of contact made her entire pussy clench, aching for something, though she didn't know what, exactly.
He tugged on her hair and she gasped.
"That hurt!"
"I know."
He liked her pain? Though, truthfully, the pull hadn't hurt nearly as much as the spanking. Judging from the hardness of his cock, which she'd avoided looking at since he'd made her touch him, he did enjoy inflicting agony, as much as he appeared to enjoy inflicting pleasure.
He tugged again. This time, the discomfort added to the heat and she once again lifted her hips, offering herself.
She shouldn't, but she did. She tugged on the leather keeping her secured to the bed.
It didn't give and the added sensation of helplessness mixed into the varied tangle of reaction. React was all she could do.
"You seem impatient."
Was that displeasure in his tone? No, she clearly detected humor, and mayhap affection as well.
Or did she just want his tenderness so badly, she convinced herself?
Before she had the chance to think of a suitable answer, his fingers stroked right into the flesh of her sex.
All thought fled as sensation took over.
She quivered, each gentle caress stimulating her beyond what she thought she could bear.
God's bones, he'd kill her with pleasure, rather than pain.
He paused, his finger brushing against the hardened knob of flesh where every one of the feelings in her body seemed to reside.
He stroked once, twice and again. She cried out, hurtling toward something fierce and decadent and explosive.
She writhed against her bonds, seeking more.
Instead, he stopped and drew away. She panted and stared at him.
"This is not about your pleasure." He leaned back. "Don't think to dissuade me. When I am finished with my... examination, then we shall see about your pleasure."
The bastard actually stroked her again, sending the settling desire back to a fever pitch.
"You're cruel." She choked the words out, wondering how in the Lord's name she thought he possessed a single tender emotion. She tugged once more on her bonds, this time seeking freedom.
"Aye. Sooner you learn that, the better off you'll be."
He resumed the gentle caresses, seeking every dark secret in her folds and halting any response she may have planned.
Honestly, she couldn't remember, especially when he gave her clit a gentle pinch.
White light blinded her momentarily. Each move he made drove her deeper and deeper into a state of ecstasy she'd never imagined.
Her body swayed under his ministrations.
The taste of pleasure danced on her tongue and her entire body stiffened.
She tossed her head. What was this madness she craved?
"Yes," she moaned, hoping he would keep on touching her this way.
He stopped again. For a few moments, Gillian didn't register the fact, until her head spun with the cessation.
"Why?" she asked.
Her entire body ached, hovering on the edge of something she'd begun to crave. He'd done this to her, reduced her to this mindless need.
"I like to watch you. If I let you come now, 'twill be over. I am not ready for it to be over. Your pleasure comes when I deem it time."
She sucked in a breath as the implications sank into her dazed thoughts. How long would he toy with her this way? The devilish grin adorning his face sent her heart into an unsteady rhythm.
However long would be longer than she could endure. Already her mind hovered on the brink of madness, so desperate to reach the bliss his touch promised.
"M-my lord, 'tis not fair that I cannot touch you."
The grin broadened. "You are my captive remember? You will remain thus."
She tugged, frustration and annoyance building again, yet not once did this soul-encompassing hunger abate. When her husband once again resumed exploring her pussy, she nearly wept.
"Please."
The plea escaped before she could stop it. He lifted his studious gaze from where he toyed with her sex. Once more, he gave a shake of his head, then shifted position.
What did he intend? Her mind raced with possibilities as he crouched between her legs. Nay, he couldn't mean to... he did! He lowered his head, his mouth now replacing his fingers, which held her open for his exploration.
The hot rasp of his tongue, slow and deliberate, sent her eyes rolling back in her head as she desperately sucked in gulps of air. He'd positioned himself in such a way she could no longer move her hips and had to lay motionless under his sensual assault.
He plunged his tongue into her, then withdrew, moving again to her clit. He sucked it between his lips, lashing it with his tongue. Gillian cried out, her body trembling violently, hunger and pleasure mingling to overtake everything except this hot and furious carnality.
He paused then, giving her time to steady her breath, though her heart still raced madly.
Her sex clenched, aching for more. When he resumed his former position, she tried again to raise her hips to his seeking mouth, but to no avail.
The inability to move seemed to deepen the waves of lust rolling through her body.
On and on it went, her husband holding her still as he tormented and teased her, making her mad with this inexplicable need.
Her head tossed, and the guttural cries echoing in the room surely belonged to her, but she wouldn't have recognized them had she not been so entranced by the sensations he sparked.
Finally, after what seemed an interminable amount of time when he didn't touch her, Royce sucked her clit once more into his mouth, giving one sharp pull while rubbing his tongue over the flesh.
A blinding bliss exploded within, over and around her.
Her body rocked with glorious delight. All else faded into the background.
Her husband continued to employ the most subtle changes with his lips and tongue, altering the pleasure between fire and throbbing warmth, and her body rolled and quaked under the continuous onslaught.
When he finally drew away, breathing seemed impossible. She lay limp and sated, her body quivering in the aftermath. She didn't even realize when he reached up and released her bonds from the bedrail. Yet, he kept her wrists bound and hauled her against him.
"Rest, Wildcat. You will need your strength for what comes next."
He stroked her hair and hugged her. Somehow, the tender gesture made her want to weep. A little while ago, he'd been seemingly cold, cruel and indifferent. Then he'd given her the most incredible pleasure. Now, he was tender and caring. He kept her senses upended. Or was she slipping into madness?