CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX #3
“And what did I bid you not do without my permission?”
She shivered as he began to untie her stays, which, conveniently, laced in the front.
“Spend,” she answered.
The yearning between her legs throbbed at his leisurely pace of unlacing.
After finaly undoing the undergarment, he pulled her shift down below her breasts.
He cupped one, which seemed to fit perfectly in his large hand, then kissed its hardened peak.
He took whole mouthfuls of the flesh and fondled the nipple.
Her back arched in response. The wetness flowed between her legs.
“Stop,” she gasped when the assault was too much.
“Not the safety word,” he muttered, but he allowed her some relief by applying his attentions to the other breast.
In truth, she did not wish him to stop such delicious torture, but it had been some time since her last lesson, and she found the sensations overwhelming.
His hand slipped beneath her skirts and between her legs.
She cried out as he touched her there. How long had she craved for this?
He continued to tug and tease her nipple while stroking the other nub of flesh below.
Already excited by his actions with the former, it was not long before she was gasping and writhing.
The dual stimulations fed off each other, sending ripples up and down her body.
She knew not which of his hands to arch her body into.
As tension mounted within her, he increased the force and speed of his ministrations. Her body was merciless at his hands.
“May I spend?” she remembered to ask.
“Well done,” he complimented.
But to her disappointment, he withdrew. Should she not be rewarded for complying with his tenet?
Reaching for his waistcoat he pulled from his pocket a pair of silver clamps joined by a chain. "These will look exquisite upon you."
He tugged at her right nipple to ensure its hardness before affixing one of the clamps to it. She gasped, though the pinching did not hurt as much as she would have thought. Indeed, she soon settled into the dull discomfort and made no sound when he clipped the second clamp to her other nipple.
"Are they not lovely?" he inquired.
She eyed the adornment. "Yes, they are quite provocative."
He pulled lightly upon the chain. This did hurt, and she gave a small yelp.
He climbed off the bed and instructed her to bend her knees and spread her legs, adding, "Pull your skirts to your waist."
Never would she have thought to expose herself in such wanton fashion before Mr. Darcy of all people!
He did away with her reservations when he caressed her nub of pleasure with his thumb.
He removed from his waistcoat another pair of clamps.
These he applied to her nether lips. Between them, her clitoris throbbed for attention.
For several minutes, he only stared at her, his gaze drinking her him from head to toe, and she was reminded and she was reminded of the time he was hesitant in their lessons at Trenwith house. She wished he would touch her again.
"What do you wish me to do now?" she encouraged
"You may fondle yourself."
She started. Fondle herself? Before him? It was one thing to surrender her body to his caresses; the act of self-pleasuring was of a more private nature, an act performed only in solitude.
"Is there a reason for your hesitation?" he asked.
Not wanting to place herself at risk of punishment, she mustered her courage and reached a hand between her thighs. This was a whole new level of lewdness. Her forefinger grazed her flesh. She did crave stimulation. Slowly, she began to stroke herself.
"You are a most beautiful sight, mademoiselle."
"A most raunchy sight," she responded.
"Bawdy and beautiful—a marvelous combination."
His words made her smile as she became more comfortable with playing with herself before his keen stare. Walking to the side of the bed, he tugs once more at the chain connecting her nipples. She grunted.
"Do not stop," he said. He pulled harder upon the chain.
Quickly, she resumed her ministrations.
"Shall I pleasure myself to spend?" she asked.
"You will pleasure yourself until I say otherwise."
A heated bliss within her neared the boiling point, interrupted by the occasional tugging at her nipples. She would have preferred to spend at his hand, but her arousal no longer cared for the method, only the end.
"May I spend?"
"As you wish."
She cried out in agony, not in rapture, for he had yanked the clamps off her nipples. If she were given to cursing, the most unladylike oath would have fallen from her lips.
"Spend," he directed her.
Recalling what she describes that recalling herself, she applied herself with increased vigor, wanting the pleasure in her lower body to wash away the smarting in her nipples.
Her body, on edge, responded quickly. Ripples of pleasure burst through her, vaulting her into ecstasy.
She shuddered and cried before finally settling back into the bed, her breath ragged, the area between her legs pulsing.