“Really, now, Miss Jenkins,”—if she was going to tease with formal address, then so could he—“for someone so verbose usually, I’d expected a wider vocabulary than ‘oh’. But never mind.” Raising one eyebrow, he removed his jacket, waistcoat, and cravat.
This was the one area of his life, his world, where he was confident. He knew exactly what he wanted to do with her this second demonstration and was happy to take command.She can’t very well, can she?He grinned again.
Leaning in, he kissed her. She tasted sweet, and given her fondness for the hue and her skin tone, he nicknamed her “Peaches” there and then.
She melted under him. Her arched spine and muscles straining against her bonds went limp.
This, this was his goal with restraints. The moment the woman accepted being at his mercy, where he could do anything to her. This time, he’d go easy. But if she came back for more, all bets were off.
He pulled away from the kiss slowly, staying within a few inches, so her focus was on his face. He wanted to kiss her for hours, but the rest of her magnificent form called him. His control was razor thin for the first time since secondary school, shocking him. His taste of her the night before had loosened his restraint. His hands shook as they found her ankles and smoothed up her legs. Reaching her knees, they smoothed farther, downward to her core.
Her pupils dilated, and she gasped for breath, drawing his attention to her impressive breasts.
He straightened a little more, his hips almost against the seat edge, and folded her dress and petticoats farther back to expose her. Her womanly folds were right there on display, spread and glistening. He licked his lips, but his attention kept straying upwards.
His hands smoothed up, over her soft stomach, over the lusciousness of her décolletage, to the edge of her dress. He hooked his fingers in it and slid them between her skin and her chemise. And yanked downward hard.
“Oh!”
“Still with the one nonword, I see.”
The neckline had held, taking the chemise with it to under her bosom, and now pushed her mounds up even higher. He caressed and fondled them for long moments, watching her face to see what she liked best. As he squeezed and pinched, then rolled her nipples between thumb and forefinger, he swallowed so he wouldn’t drool.
Splendid. He could do this all night, although his cock was so hard that he worried his brain had enough blood to maintain restraint. His goal was always to keep partners coming back for more, and he’d never wanted that as much as he did with Beth.
Cupping her breasts, he flicked one nipple with a thumb and licked his lips to suck the other one into his mouth and press it against the roof of his mouth.
She moaned, her arms jerking as though she tried to clutch at him. And moaned again at the restriction.
Still sucking, he moved one hand to her mons, rubbing three fingers up and down gently, then pressing more firmly, bringing even more blood to the area.
As she swelled against him, he dipped one finger into her wetness, then smoothed it up to circle the hard kernel of flesh—herkleitoris, he thought with a grin—just above her opening.
He reared back to talk to her. “No ‘oh’? You’ve realized that I can touch you anywhere, any way I like. And, make no mistake, Peaches, I like.”
Her gaze went dreamy at the nickname, but she was still silent. Against his finger, her nub hardened further, and another rush of wetness coated his hand.
“If you were wearing less clothing, imagine where I could touch you. Or if I pulled you forward to the edge of that seat, I could fuck you, just like this. And you couldn’t stop me.”
“Oh…” She sighed with pleasure, drawing a half-smile from him at the repeated utterance.
“It doesn’t appear you would want to stop me, though, does it?”
His finger circled faster.
She squinted her eyes closed and shook her head.
“Right, then. Think about this. This configuration? Even using the same chair, this is only one of several ways I could keep you at my mercy with just these cuffs.”
“Oh, oh—”
He retracted his hand.
Her eyes flew open, and he saw realization dawn. She’d given over control of her pleasure to him, and like the previous night, he did not intend to give it back for some time, no matter how hard his cock thumped against the placket of his breeches.
Chapter Seven
Dratted man. She’d been so close to the pinnacle.
