“One day,” he murmured, “I will worship you as you deserve to be worshiped. But for today, we will indulge in something a little different, and you will have your chance to please me.”
“Thank you, sir,” she said on a gasp. “What would you have me do?”
“Whatindeed.” The words sounded dark to her ears, and when she glanced up at him, it appeared as though he was in pain. “But do not fear. I will not take what is left of your innocence.”
She frowned, trying to think past the working of his hands between her legs. It was as though he could not stop, as though the idea of giving her pleasure drugged him as utterly as thepleasure she wanted to give him would her. “So we are not going to…?”
“No.” He withdrew his hand from her. “Do not ask again.”
The command weighed on her. Ordinarily, in these circumstances, she found she did not mind commands. In fact, it gave her a perverse joy to obey them, to prove herself to him, to do everything he wished for his pleasure. But this felt like a command too far when it related to their marriage.
Before she could protest the point, he slid his hand back to her, slipping a finger inside with very little resistance. The stab of pleasure briefly lost her grip on her thoughts. What did anything else matter when he was doing such wonderful things to her?
“Let me,” she whispered, reaching for him. “Let me touch you.”
He caught her wrist, then brought her fingers to his lips. The gesture disarmed her, and she looked at him with wide eyes. He had so rarely been affectionate, so rarely been tender like this, that it utterly threw her off-guard.
“Very well.” He spoke against her lips, then traced his hand back up her body to her breasts, cupping them in his hand. His eyes grew very dark. “On your knees.”
“My knees.”
“Did I or did I not give you an instruction?”
The command in his voice sent another shiver through her, one that rivaled even the pleasure he wrought upon her, and she slid off the bed and onto the carpet, sitting before him and looking up. He spread his legs and reached down to cup her chin.
“If you do not like what I am about to do to you, then tap my leg twice.” He took her hand and demonstrated. “I will stop.”
“And if I don’t?”
“Then I will be at liberty to reward you.”
Reward. Oh, she had an idea of what that might entail, and the thought squirmed inside her, eager to be freed.
“I’ll be good,” she promised.
The ghost of a smile crossed his mouth. “I hope so. For both our sakes.” He took hold of his manhood with one hand, and threaded his other through her hair. “Easy now,” he said, urging her face closer. “Just relax. It may feel strange at first.”
“I can do it.”
“Good girl,” he murmured, and brushed the head of his length against her lips. Acting on instinct, she opened her mouth, and he held still as she flicked her tongue across the hot skin, and the salty bead of moisture at its tip. Then, testing her limits, she sank deeper into him. Sebastian went utterly still, save for one shattered breath.
Yes, this was what she had always wanted. To make him feel likethis.
A sense of control even as she yielded to his commands.
At first, it took a moment for her to adjust to the feel of something so large and domineering in her mouth. She had to loosen her jaw, find ways of holding her teeth out of the way so they did not scrape down his length. She flicked her tongue across him and was rewarded with his groan. His hips thrust a little into her mouth, and she choked, her throat closing at the sudden intrusion.
The pressure on her hair loosened, and she had a moment to gather herself before she took him in her mouth again. She adjusted to the sensation, breathing through her nose. When she moved, he kept still, allowing her to choose her pace.
As she accustomed herself to the feel, she found she relished the sensation. There were so many things she could do. And by his muttered praises, he liked the tears that streamed down her cheeks, and when she coughed and choked on his length, it earned her praises like ‘good girl’ and ‘that’s it, sweet’, and she found she craved that almost as much as she yearned for his pleasure.
That, at least, she knew she delivered in spades. His hand kept tightening around her head, keeping her still as he withdrew from her a little, before returning himself to his previous position. There could be no denying that he enjoyed this, andshehad been the one to bring that about. He had offered her achallenge and she had risen to it. Now, he found himself lost in the feel of her, andshehad done that.
There could be no greater compliment.
He pulled free from her lips abruptly, so fast she thought she had done something wrong, and bent to take hold of her arms, heaving her up and throwing her down onto the bed.
“It’s no use,” he muttered, sounding more as though he was talking to himself than her. “I must have you. I cannot deny myself again. When I climax and paint you with my seed, I want to hear your gasp with pleasure. Say my name when I’m inside you. I cannot leave that to the imagination. Not when I have spent so long dreaming of it.” He bent and suckled on her nipple, even as his other hand found her wet center. “You feel exquisite,” he groaned.
