Chapter Seven #2
A shiver passed along her spine. She held his gaze, silently daring him to continue.
His menacing grin drew another tremor. Of fear, or something else?
She preferred to think the former, lest she again label herself as wanton.
'Twas not her, 'twas his own wickedness that left her nipples hard and aching, her sex slick and swollen.
She could not be blamed for what he did to her.
And she would never admit to desiring his debauched games.
He slowly removed his overtunic, then his shirt, and finally pushed his hose down. His cock sprang free, hard and erect.
"Before we get started, you will pleasure me."
She blinked, not sure she understood. "And how will I do that bound as I am?"
"There are ways."
His hands rested on her shoulders and he pushed her to her knees. She now stared straight at his hard shaft, understanding sprouting, even as she denied he could possibly...
"Open your mouth."
Her eyes widened as she met his gaze. "Are you daft?"
"Nay. Now do it, or suffer."
"I'll suffer anyway, you cruel bastard."
"Insult me again and 'tis another infraction for which you will be punished. Open your mouth."
She shook her head, sealing her lips. He glowered at her and reached for her head. She tried to back away, but on her knees and bound as she was, had no leverage. He curled his fingers into her hair, holding her still as his fingers pinched her nose shut.
Damn the man for doing this to her! She could hold on only so long before she needed air.
When she parted her lips to breathe, he slipped his finger in and spread her jaw wide. Before she could pull away, the tip of his cock rested between her open lips.
"Don't bite or I will beat you."
He meant it, she knew, and tried to resist the urge to do exactly what he warned against. He guided his cock further into her mouth.
The sensation was not unpleasant, as she'd feared.
His hard and hot flesh held an enticing musky taste and she swirled her tongue along his length.
He gave a groan and her gaze darted up. Pleasure lined his face and a responding desire burst within her.
She had pleased him. Mayhap this was a way to win him over.
"Suck," he ordered.
Enthralled by the way he held her still while sliding deeper into her mouth, she obeyed and gave a long pull on his shaft.
He groaned again, his hips moving in a gentle rhythm.
His grip in her hair loosened, becoming a tender caress.
Between her legs, her juices slid down, wetting her thighs.
How could she enjoy this? 'Twas madness!
Yet, she did enjoy it and knowing she pleased him gave her a strong measure of satisfaction.
She continued to suck, her tongue stroking his flesh and noting the way he throbbed within her mouth.
She dared another look up at him. His eyes had closed and the lines in his face melted into delight.
She recalled how he had used his mouth on her.
It had been decadent and wicked, but oh so delightful. She imagined he felt the same way now.
His flesh seemed to thicken and a momentary panic set in.
But he held her in place, his body stiffening.
A moment later, he erupted into her mouth.
Fearful of choking, she swallowed his seed, surprised to feel no disgust, only an enhanced enjoyment that she'd brought him to this point.
When his softening cock pulled from her mouth, she sucked in a deep breath.
She wondered how long his taste would linger.
For a time, she hoped, not that she'd ever tell him that.
Her sex clenched, anxious to be filled. Performing this act on her husband had stirred her desires more than she thought possible.
"You have a natural gift for that. I look forward to it again."
His voice, husked with desire and release, set her quivering anew.
Before she gathered her wits, he grabbed her arm and pulled her to her feet.
Her knees ached from kneeling on the stone, but she was too worried about his intentions to care.
He gripped the top of her chemise and pulled, tearing the thin fabric from her body.
She shivered in the coolness of the chamber, but defiantly held his stare.
His gaze roamed her body. Her nipples hardened into tight points when that tawny stare landed on her breasts. He reached between her legs, grinning triumphantly to find her wet. Heat scorched her cheeks.
"You enjoyed that as well, wife. Knowing you are so easily pleased will make my task that much easier."
"What task?"
"Getting you to reveal the secrets you keep. I'll not let my wife's mysteries jeopardize the king's safety or my holdings."
"I keep no secrets!"
But she did, and she feared what he might do to loosen her tongue.
She thought briefly of Simon. His life might be endangered if Royce decided to force the truth from her.
She had to keep him from learning of her brother for a little longer.
Until she could be sure Simon's life would be safe from harm.
Royce pushed her to the bed and she fell upon it, wincing as she landed on her bound arms. He knelt above her, studying her. The intensity in his stare left a trail of fire boiling her blood. She found herself anticipating what he might do next.
He spread her legs, holding her wide open as he studied her.
"I shall enjoy this."
"Enjoy what?"
He said nothing, merely slid one finger along her sex.
The touch jolted and she squirmed, seeking greater contact.
He merely tightened his hold on her hip to still her and continued the teasing strokes.
Slowly, he slid his finger deeper, pulling out and gliding up to circle her clit.
The sensation ran from her core to her head, leaving her breathless, her breasts heavy and aching.
Over and over, he caressed, just the one finger lightly touching her and making her ache with lust. She wanted more and sensed he knew it. She bit her lip to keep from blurting a plea. 'Twas what he wanted and she would not give in.
But as he kept up the provocative caresses, she found her resolve weakening. He circled her clit again. She tried to lift her hips to guide him back when he moved away, but he gave her no chance. Finally, he drew away and she panted heavily.
"You are soaked, wife. I suspect you are growing hungry for release."
"Nay, merely waiting for you to finish your game."
Her husky voice betrayed the lie and he grinned.
"Your sass will win you no favors."
"I don't seek any."
"Is that so?"
He stroked her again and the moan escaped before she could cut it off.
His hearty chuckle fired annoyance, which quickly vanished in the wake of desire his probing finger stirred.
Suddenly, she had plenty of favors to ask, but she wouldn't do it.
She bit her lip on another moan, squeezing her eyes shut.
That only intensified the arousal he ignited. She opened her eyes, breathing heavily and wondering if she would withstand him. He pulled his hand away and she sighed, relieved for the respite so she could steady her wits.
"Tell me who else here at Lyndon or in the village might have reason to rebel."
"What?" Her lust-clouded mind didn't quite understand.
"Someone on this manor or in the village is aiding the rebels. I think you can give me answers."
She shook her head. "Nay, I do not know anyone who would betray England. You must believe me."
"I don't."
His words, harsh and clipped, sparked a momentary panic.
When he reached for her once more, this time cupping one breast and squeezing gently, the panic increased.
Fire licked at her veins and she longed to fling herself into the inferno.
He lowered his head, his tongue circling her nipple, which seemed to throb and reach for contact.
He never touched the tip, continued his tormenting licks, leaving her gasping and desperate to stop the plea that danced on the edge of her tongue.
He drew back for a moment and blew gently. The heat of his breath against her wet flesh sent another flare of fire hurtling through her. She arched her back, seeking his mouth. Instead, he leaned back.
"Too much pleasure without release can become quite painful."
She knew full well what his taunt meant.
Her body ached for climax, but she knew he wouldn't give it.
Not yet anyway. Not until he had something from her.
What could she do? She would never betray her people.
But if she remained silent, she had no doubt he could keep her on this precipice, near desperate to come, for hours. Did she fear or look forward to that?
He resumed his exploration of her breasts, using his mouth and hands to send her into a frenzy.
She squirmed against him, desperate to hold onto him.
But her bound wrists kept her helpless to his whims. Her fingers clenched, the raspy feel of his tongue rubbing lightly over her nipple was near enough to drive her over the edge. He pulled away.
She groaned, squirming, but his position between her legs kept her motionless.
"Ere the sun rises, you will give me the names of those who may be possible traitors."
She shook her head, caught in the throes of lust. How could he ask that of her?
"I know no one who would betray England." She gave a silent prayer of thanks her voice held strong and clear. "And I will not give a name just for my immediate pleasure."
"Very well, then. But know this; I will not stop until I have what I need."
He squeezed her nipple, hard. She cried out, but the flare of discomfort only enhanced the delight coursing within. He repeated the action. The riot of sensation left her breathless.
"I know many ways to make someone talk."
His words held a hint of threat. Why wasn't she afraid? He eased his grip on her breast, now stroking lightly. Somehow the touch seemed more exhilarating than before.