Her Mystery Duke(25)
“No, don’t tell me. Just do as you will.”
He locked his grip on her wrists once more. “You’re going to adore it.”
Her cunt clenched and wetness gushed. She had never felt it actually come in a gush like that before. It was followed by another and another. Melting warmth spread through her lower belly. She knew it immediately for what it was. Surrender.
He released her and left the bed. Then he returned with the belt to her wrapper.
He bent over her. “Here, stand.” He took her hands.
She let him pull her up from the bed. She stood uneasily on shaky legs. He caressed her arms then supported her as he walked her to the bedpost. He bent, took the hem of her shift and pulled it up and over her head, leaving her naked. He let his eyes travel slowly over her.
Gooseflesh raised all her body.
“My God, you are so damned gorgeous.” He ran a sweeping hand right over the soft, gentle swell of her stomach. “Breathe, sweeting.”
Jeanne let go the breath than had been burning her lungs.
He took her wrists, pulled them behind her then he wrapped the soft, slightly worn muslin strip around each of them. A few more gentle tugs.
“Pull, very hard,” he said.
She complied and found her hands securely anchored to the post. A nervous laugh bubbled up from her stomach and out her mouth.
“Shh,” he said, placing his hand over her mouth.
A shiver of pleasurable fear chased down her spine.
“You don’t want me to gag you.”
Gag her? Goodness, gentlemen certainly were knotty.
He was watching her speculatively. “Or do you?”
She shook her head. Moments passed. She became a little weary of standing there, tied to the post. A little chilly despite the blazing fire. And she felt very foolish. Too vulnerable. She supposed he still didn’t want her to speak and she had no wish to disrupt his pleasure so she raised her brows in speculation.
“I enjoy watching you like this.” He rubbed her upper arms, creating friction and heat over the gooseflesh. “What is it? Tell me.”
“Please, could you just do whatever it is you want to do?”
“Should we necessarily rush things?”
“I admit to being a little afraid.”
“That’s as it should be.” He ran the back of his hand over her shoulder, down the curve of her waist. Her nipples tightened painfully. Wetness flowed in a steady stream from her channel. “You have placed yourself into my keeping. I may now do whatever I wish. Any sane woman would be a little afraid.”
She swallowed against an increasingly dry throat.
“It arouses you?” He put a hand between her legs and delved his fingertips into her wetness. “Yes, it does. And no one played such games with you before?”
She shook her head.
“When you bathed me with the cool water, I came to my senses for a time. I could tell from the way you caressed me, the way you lingered unnecessarily over the task, that you were an uncommonly sensual woman.” He caressed his palm over her nipple. “I wanted from that moment onward to have you like this, helpless, vulnerable.”
He bent and put his mouth to her tightened peak. Wet warmth licked her. He barely touched her yet a wave of carnal fire consumed her. Her whole body tingled. He did it again and a stronger wave spread through her. Then he nipped her. Sharp pain followed by desperate, dark pleasure. She cried out and he repeated it. He drew her inflamed peak into his mouth and suckled her. She arched her back, leaning into his mouth.
He backed and a small grin softened the fierceness of his expression. “You do you like this, being bound.” He pinched her left nipple. “Now I wonder just how much you like it.”
He gave her nipple a firm twist, and pleasure went cascading down deep in her belly. He bent and put his mouth, wet heat, on her other nipple and flicked his tongue. He spent long moments like that, pinching, twisting, licking, kissing, and sucking her peaks.
Waves of that same deep pleasure swelled within her, tugging and pulling deep in her womb and then radiated all over. God. She was coming? Yes, maybe but it was a different type of coming than she’d ever known. Diffused all over yet intensely sweet. Too much to bear. The feelings were so peculiar—not a tightening and then releasing like normal coming, but an ever-expanding joy. She expanded herself with a soft radiance, like warmth. Like love. Encompassing him in her affection, like softness, like the clouds on a hot summer’s day.
The feelings ebbed.
Joy lingered. She laughed with it. She might love him.
She might love everything.
He kissed her cheek. His erection pressed her.
She definitely adored his erection. She wished, desperately, that her hands were free. She would grasp him, stroke him. Fall to her knees and suck him. Swallow him whole until he poured himself down her throat.