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."You've had enough," he said, as he rubbed her bottom."Never," she answered.His heart soared.He pulled her into his arms, and his mouth came crashing down on hers.If therewas a way for him to convey the entirety of his feelings through that kiss he would find it.He wanted her as his own.He picked her up and took her to the bed.As he stood, she knelt on the bed andbegan to remove his shirt.Her hands touched every inch of his torso, nuzzling, nipping, kissing as she went.He removed her costume, revealing the body for which he'd longed.He bentover and removed his boots, throwing them indiscriminately across the room.Hershaky hands released the buttons as though it were the first time she'd done so.The object of her quest was revealed as she rolled the tight-fitting garment over his hips.He completed the process, at last standing before her in all his masculine glory.She adored him with her hands, teasing, sliding over his length, her eagerness adefinite aphrodisiac.The moist warmth of her tongue was torturous, as she flicked over the head of his cock, bulbous, sensitive and enflamed.He groaned as he flexed his hips, seeking closer contact."Oh, my sweet darling," he sighed as her tongue teased the sensitive underside of the head.Without warning, she fully sheathed his cock with her mouth.The sensation wasunearthly, enticing him to a level of sensuality he'd not even experienced with Abigail.He backed away, encouraging her to lie down.He crawled over her, his feralgaze raking over her aroused body."My turn."He attacked her mouth, his tongue seeking where his cock had so recently been.He pinched her nipple to even deeper arousal.He laved her breasts with his tongue, then slid his body lower.Teasing her ribs, he licked his way over her stomach, his chinnuzzling the fuzz that was growing back over her mons."What's this?""I haven't seen Marjorie.""You will or I'll do it myself." He licked her folds, giving her a start."I'd like to see you try." Her voice strained."Don't tempt me, seductress."Her body arched, meeting his tongue.There was no more discussion.He brought her to new heights of ecstasy.She clawed the counterpane, her bodyracked with pleasures she'd never known, not even with him.Her bottom stung underthe pressure of his hands as he held her firmly to his mouth.He laved her clitoris until she was mad with pleasure.Every nerve in her body was on fire.He drove his tongue into her passage, slipped one finger into her anus.She was awash with sensations,overwhelmed with passion."I want you inside me." She gasped as the latest orgasm began to dissipate."Roll onto your belly, my love."The endearment washed over her like a warm spring breeze.Oh, how shewanted it to be so.She did as he asked, and he helped to her knees.She supported her upper body with folded arms, her head resting on the counterpane."Oh, yes, I do so love your bottom," Prentice said, his hands brushing over the reddened skin."Such a nice color.""You must be sure to keep it this way, sir.""Oh, that will be my pleasure.""And mine."He teased her folds with his cock.Her awareness was heightened as he inchedhis way into her.He went torturously slow, despite her best attempts at temptation."Not so fast, little one.""Please, I need you.""I need you too, but I wish us to take our time."However, in the end, the passion overtook his best intentions."Harder," she moaned as he thrust into her.He couldn't resist.As it always seemed to do, their lovemaking became frenzied,leaving them spent.Prentice gathered her into his arms, and they slept.Tomorrowwould be a day of decisions.Chapter TwentyThe sun poured into the room the next morning, its rays shining in Desiree's face.They'd not shut the draperies the night before, their passion having overtaken all other rational thought.Prentice was lying on his stomach, his head turned away from her.The sheet wasa stunning white against his bronzed skin.He was a well-built man, broad-shouldered, narrow nip at the waist, his bottom.Desiree gasped and jolted to a sitting position."Oh, my god," she said aloud, jarring Prentice from his slumber."What's wrong, love?" He'd turned his head and placed a quelling hand on her thigh.Desiree's touched his bottom, careful not to hurt the angry red skin.He flinchedthen buried his head in the pillow."What is this, Prentice?"He shook his head, still not looking at her.His fingers dug into her thigh.Themuscles of his buttocks clenched as she waited for him to speak.It took a very long, uncomfortable time."We all have secrets, Desiree.Even the mighty Marquess of Wycroft.""What secret?"Silence ensued once again, leaving a pall over the room.It was several minutesbefore Prentice spoke again, his voice strained."When I was a child, I was caned, strapped or paddled regularly, first by my father, then by my tutor, and finally, by the headmaster at Eton.After the first few times, I realized I rather enjoyed the experience.It always enabled me to clear the cobwebs away, and focus on what was important or a task that needed to be done."I could always make better decisions afterward.After school, I was ashamed to admit to my need for it.When I met Lucien, we got quite foxed one night, and he began telling me of his need, which made it more comfortable to discuss my own.""Did Abigail know?""No, she didn't.I never had it done while she was alive.As open-minded as she was, I couldn't face telling her.I wouldn't have told you either." His eyes finally met hers."Does Lucien do this for you?""I go to Lucien for what I call 'refocusing'.It's happened several times of late.""When was the last time?""On the night of the tableau, I needed to be clear as to how I was going to get you back.I demanded Lucien thrash me until I told him to stop.Some of my better ideas come during a thrashing." His eyebrow arched, and she could see a smile threatened his mouth [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
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."You've had enough," he said, as he rubbed her bottom."Never," she answered.His heart soared.He pulled her into his arms, and his mouth came crashing down on hers.If therewas a way for him to convey the entirety of his feelings through that kiss he would find it.He wanted her as his own.He picked her up and took her to the bed.As he stood, she knelt on the bed andbegan to remove his shirt.Her hands touched every inch of his torso, nuzzling, nipping, kissing as she went.He removed her costume, revealing the body for which he'd longed.He bentover and removed his boots, throwing them indiscriminately across the room.Hershaky hands released the buttons as though it were the first time she'd done so.The object of her quest was revealed as she rolled the tight-fitting garment over his hips.He completed the process, at last standing before her in all his masculine glory.She adored him with her hands, teasing, sliding over his length, her eagerness adefinite aphrodisiac.The moist warmth of her tongue was torturous, as she flicked over the head of his cock, bulbous, sensitive and enflamed.He groaned as he flexed his hips, seeking closer contact."Oh, my sweet darling," he sighed as her tongue teased the sensitive underside of the head.Without warning, she fully sheathed his cock with her mouth.The sensation wasunearthly, enticing him to a level of sensuality he'd not even experienced with Abigail.He backed away, encouraging her to lie down.He crawled over her, his feralgaze raking over her aroused body."My turn."He attacked her mouth, his tongue seeking where his cock had so recently been.He pinched her nipple to even deeper arousal.He laved her breasts with his tongue, then slid his body lower.Teasing her ribs, he licked his way over her stomach, his chinnuzzling the fuzz that was growing back over her mons."What's this?""I haven't seen Marjorie.""You will or I'll do it myself." He licked her folds, giving her a start."I'd like to see you try." Her voice strained."Don't tempt me, seductress."Her body arched, meeting his tongue.There was no more discussion.He brought her to new heights of ecstasy.She clawed the counterpane, her bodyracked with pleasures she'd never known, not even with him.Her bottom stung underthe pressure of his hands as he held her firmly to his mouth.He laved her clitoris until she was mad with pleasure.Every nerve in her body was on fire.He drove his tongue into her passage, slipped one finger into her anus.She was awash with sensations,overwhelmed with passion."I want you inside me." She gasped as the latest orgasm began to dissipate."Roll onto your belly, my love."The endearment washed over her like a warm spring breeze.Oh, how shewanted it to be so.She did as he asked, and he helped to her knees.She supported her upper body with folded arms, her head resting on the counterpane."Oh, yes, I do so love your bottom," Prentice said, his hands brushing over the reddened skin."Such a nice color.""You must be sure to keep it this way, sir.""Oh, that will be my pleasure.""And mine."He teased her folds with his cock.Her awareness was heightened as he inchedhis way into her.He went torturously slow, despite her best attempts at temptation."Not so fast, little one.""Please, I need you.""I need you too, but I wish us to take our time."However, in the end, the passion overtook his best intentions."Harder," she moaned as he thrust into her.He couldn't resist.As it always seemed to do, their lovemaking became frenzied,leaving them spent.Prentice gathered her into his arms, and they slept.Tomorrowwould be a day of decisions.Chapter TwentyThe sun poured into the room the next morning, its rays shining in Desiree's face.They'd not shut the draperies the night before, their passion having overtaken all other rational thought.Prentice was lying on his stomach, his head turned away from her.The sheet wasa stunning white against his bronzed skin.He was a well-built man, broad-shouldered, narrow nip at the waist, his bottom.Desiree gasped and jolted to a sitting position."Oh, my god," she said aloud, jarring Prentice from his slumber."What's wrong, love?" He'd turned his head and placed a quelling hand on her thigh.Desiree's touched his bottom, careful not to hurt the angry red skin.He flinchedthen buried his head in the pillow."What is this, Prentice?"He shook his head, still not looking at her.His fingers dug into her thigh.Themuscles of his buttocks clenched as she waited for him to speak.It took a very long, uncomfortable time."We all have secrets, Desiree.Even the mighty Marquess of Wycroft.""What secret?"Silence ensued once again, leaving a pall over the room.It was several minutesbefore Prentice spoke again, his voice strained."When I was a child, I was caned, strapped or paddled regularly, first by my father, then by my tutor, and finally, by the headmaster at Eton.After the first few times, I realized I rather enjoyed the experience.It always enabled me to clear the cobwebs away, and focus on what was important or a task that needed to be done."I could always make better decisions afterward.After school, I was ashamed to admit to my need for it.When I met Lucien, we got quite foxed one night, and he began telling me of his need, which made it more comfortable to discuss my own.""Did Abigail know?""No, she didn't.I never had it done while she was alive.As open-minded as she was, I couldn't face telling her.I wouldn't have told you either." His eyes finally met hers."Does Lucien do this for you?""I go to Lucien for what I call 'refocusing'.It's happened several times of late.""When was the last time?""On the night of the tableau, I needed to be clear as to how I was going to get you back.I demanded Lucien thrash me until I told him to stop.Some of my better ideas come during a thrashing." His eyebrow arched, and she could see a smile threatened his mouth [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]