Her Mystery Duke(50)
His voice was hoarse and breathless.
Her throat was dry and raw. Her breath was forcing itself out in harsh pants. She couldn’t speak yet.
He stood. She saw his shadow, a long, darker spot that wavered on the multicolored rug. A touch on her buttocks made her jump. Her arse was afire, but deliciously so. Each stroke of what must be his handkerchief was devilishly pleasurable torture. His shadow moved across the chamber, followed by the sound of what must be wood being placed on a hearth, followed by the clang of metal. She would have rolled on her side to watch him but he’d told her not to move. Maybe it still applied. Lassitude made her limbs weak. To obey him was a strange, unfamiliar pleasure. Slight tingling licked at her sex and deep in her belly.
Moments later, firelight bathed the walls in tones of rich, glowing yellow and orange. His boots sounded on the floor as he approached her again. He stood there and didn’t move to cover her bareness. “This house is yours. I shall come here, every Wednesday evening. Perhaps I shall visit you on the occasional Saturday afternoon. It is my decision to come here or not depending on my schedule and need. You will always be ready to receive me on those days.”
That had the ability to break through the spell he’d placed on her. She began to turn. He gripped her neck. “I didn’t say you could move.”
“But—”
“I enjoy watching you like this, with your arse prettily pink from my hand.”
“I don’t want to live here. I don’t want your money or your dictates.”
“You do. You just don’t know it yet.”
“You can’t be serious.”
He caressed her back, using that light, teasing touch that had first seduced her. “Shall I show you, Jeanne?”
“I want only to go home.”
He stroked down until he reached the cleft of her buttocks and then between them. The touch brought that same feeling of letting down, of her body giving itself over totally to his desires. Wetness began to flow from her core once again, her inner lips swelled. “I can see that this is something that will take most of what remains of this night to show you.”
He touched her wetness then entered her quim with two fingers. Stretching her, pressing the forward wall.
Need erupted deep inside her. The unbearable nature of the ache surprised her.
“Do you really want to go back to that dismal little garret?”
She couldn’t speak. She was struggling hard to hold in a moan. The pressure of his fingers was building the most exquisitely painful tension. She longed for him touch her erect, straining nub but he simply continued to rub her inside firmly with unhurried motions, bringing her close to the point where she felt she must have relief or explode. Then he eased off.
“David, I—“
“Shh, sweeting.” He began to stroke her inside again.
A moan erupted from her before she could swallow it back. Pleasure streaked up into her womb, the start of an orgasm so powerful, she’d not felt its like before. The sensation ebbed but she could feel the next wave building, stronger now. Wickedly sweet anticipation made her increase the pace of her panting breaths. The next wave was crashing on her. Oh God in heaven—
He stopped, withdrew his hand and pressed her mons. His action caused the contractions to ebb into a horrid, tight ball of aching.
A sob tore up from her deepest internals and she pressed her face into the cushion.
He caressed her buttock. “If you stay, I want you to remember something.”
She didn’t answer. She couldn’t. Need was choking her.
“If you want me to stop anything I do, you must tell me that you want ‘a sea change,’ stop or no will not suffice between us tonight. Do you understand, Jeanne?” He stroked her neck and somehow the tightness in her throat eased.
“David, I—”
He tightened his grip on her neck. “Just say, yes, I understand.”
She licked her lips.
“Shall I take you home, Jeanne?”
Panic swelled in her chest. She wanted release now more than she wanted anything in the world. “I understand.”
God, her voice sounded so hoarse, so desperate.
“Good girl.”
“This isn’t exactly fair, David.”
“Life seldom is.”
The cynicism in his voice sent a chill over her scalp and down her spine. “What do you intend to do?”
“I intend to show you how much you truly do desire to be mine. Completely.”
“Are you going to hurt me much?”
“Jeanne.” His voice sounded surprised. “I shall never harm you.”
“Of course.”
He touched her shoulders and she went limp, allowing him to roll her over onto her back, and onto the divan. She kept her eyes closed.