“Yes, my peach?”
“It, ah, brushes against me as I walk.”
He grinned, snickering with pleasure. She needed to spend every evening with him for the foreseeable future. Her boldness allowed her to give detailed feedback without stammering and blushing, and he had all sorts of designs. Her figure was inspiring.
“Robert, please…” Her voice bordered on a whine. “Can we skip eating?”
“You do recall this is a punishment, right?” He chuckled. “Keeping that in perspective, what was your question?”
“Never mind,” she mumbled, lowering her gaze.
He knew she’d noticed the thick bulge in the front of his trousers when she licked her lips. Cupping himself, he said, “This? You only get access to this if you behave at supper.”
“That shan’t be a problem,” she scoffed.
He suspected she thought that once she was sitting still, the brushing would not bother her.Ha.
He suppressed his laugh and caught her arm to meet Evan and Althea for supper.
****
Beth lowered herself to her chair in the private dining room Cheltie had secured for them and shot straight back to standing.
Cheltie studiously ignored her while Robert, behind her to hold her chair, chuckled under his breath.
Althea looked over. “Beth? Sit, please. I am hungry.” Her gaze slid towards Cheltie and did not see Beth’s grimace at the prospect of sitting again.
The dratted strap had tightened as she sat, pressing in against her wet puffy folds and riding up between her bottom cheeks to rest against her bumhole. How was she to eat with that?
“Robert—” She turned to beg.
“Ah.” He wagged a finger at her. “Punishment, Peaches. Remember the reward for good behavior.”
She whined and inched downward to the chair seat at a snail’s pace. Once sitting, she daren’t move. Every inch of the strap lit nerve endings as it slid against her. Tingles raced from her bottom forward to where her flesh swelled against the leather. Her arousal enlarged her lips, and they escaped the confines of the strap, allowing the strap to nestle in against her hard little nub. Every twitch of her hips rubbed her heightened nerve endings front and back against the strap.
Her nipples were diamond-hard, poking through her dress.
Cheltie cast one look at them and grinned at Robert with a nod.
Robert returned his grin before returning his gaze to her. She hoped her breasts distracted him from his meal as much as his strap drew her attention from food. Her hunger was not for a meal. The desperate worry that a wet spot would mar her gown when she rose should have cooled her ardor, but it didn’t. Instead, it added to the sexual tension humming through her body. An internal whisper insisted this was exactly what she’d missed so much, but she could not find that detachment through the sensations coursing up and down her body.
Sure enough, by supper’s end, Beth’s thighs were slippery with anticipation.
Robert brought her back to his room, drawing out of his bag the same set of cuffs he’d used in Greenborough Park.
After stripping her of clothes and leather corset, he placed her on the bed and turned to fiddle with the leather strips of the cuffs. Placing one cuff around her left wrist, he drew the lead around the headpost of the bed, pulling her wrist up near her shoulder.
She noticed the length was as short as when he’d tightened it in the chair. When his hand circled her knee, her eyes widened. If he drew her knee to where her wrist was and locked her other side similarly, she’d be bent almost in double.
Stiffening, she resisted his tug on her leg.
The room was brighter than the country estate had been, with ambient light from businesses along the street reaching their first-floor room. Beth was happy with herself and knew how to make the most of her assets. But she also knew part of her attraction was her personality and how she framed those assets in clothes. This setting left her no armor, no pretense. Would her curves presented so lewdly repulse him?
He glanced up and stopped tugging her leg. “Beth?”
She frowned, then shook off her concern. Her parents’ voices in her head told her she was beautiful. If he didn’t accept her as she was, he could go hang.
Releasing her leg, he skimmed his hand up her center to cup her chin.
