“If you do not want this, you need only say the word. I will take them off. Are you worried about comfort? I promise I’ll loosen them if you need me to. I want you in them for”—he wiggled his brows and grinned—“some time, so we will find a length that you can maintain. But I’m dying to see you like this. In my bed, your lush beauty on display and available for me to touch, to lick, to pet…mayhap to tease.”
See? He wants these curves on display.A grateful smile spread across her face. She relaxed her muscles to allow him to manipulate her as he liked.
“So few Ton ladies have your figure,” he went on. “Some are gawky or flat-chested or heavy-bottomed. I could not be Bags’s friend without finding something to admire in each of them. But always, when I’ve designed, from the very beginning, ’tis been for someone perfectly proportioned. A round arse and luscious breasts. A soft belly that flares to womanly hips. And in the center, a lovely blushing mound.” He stroked each part of her as he referenced it. “Always, the goal of cuffing someone is to rearrange their limbs to access whichever part of them one wants to reach at that moment. Tonight, I wish to see both sets of plump delicious lips, with your gorgeous face framed in the vee of your legs.” His hand cupped her chin again.
Beth blinked back tears. Lud, he’d said everything she’d ever wanted to hear from a man. She might be half in love with him already, between that and the orgasms. She, who was supposed to be all about fun, never serious.
Uh oh. What am I supposed to do now?
He touched her ankle again, quirking a brow.
She nodded. She’d worry about her heart later, the rest of her needed satisfaction right now.
Robert took his time drawing her leg up, his gaze on hers.
Whether he was checking for emotional or physical discomfort, she didn’t know, but she appreciated it.
After cuffing her leg just above her knee so it hung next to her wrist, he sat back, his gaze eager.
She experimented. Straightening her leg tugged her wrist upward, the smooth leather shifting easily around the bedpost. Next, she straightened her arm along her side.
Oops. Her leg drew higher on the bed, almost lifting her bottom off the bed.
His words about her face being framed by her legs made sense. She squirmed from a mix of self-consciousness and eagerness. He could do whatever he wanted for however long he wished…again.
As she tested various angles of her arm with her leg moving accordingly, Robert climbed onto the bed and secured her other hand and ankle. Kneeling back with his arse on his heels, he sucked in an admiring breath.
She squirmed under his regard.
“You are gorgeous. And mine to do with as I’d like.” When her gaze locked with his again, he continued, “Stop thinking. Just feel. You aren’t in control here, so relax and enjoy.”
She sucked in a deep breath as his words calmed her, drawing his gaze to the mounds of her breasts.
“Will you remove your shirt?” she asked.
He shuddered, and replied with a quick, “No.”
“Why not?” She frowned in confusion and frustration.
“We’ve established that I see you as beautiful and me as not, and I am in charge here.”
“But—”
“No.”
Dratted man.
“’Tis not fair,” she grumbled. “I am trussed up for you, with all my—” She searched for the words. “—parts on display, and you will not even lay bare your shoulders?”
He ran a finger through her folds, distracting her from her petulance as she mentally pushed his finger to the throbbing kernel that needed it most. But he avoided that spot, instead pinching and petting and fondling her swollen lips as he knelt fully clothed above her. “I see the corset did its job. Mayhap you can provide me with critical feedback later.”
Contemplating the pros and cons of the corset and particularly the strap, her mind drifted for a moment.
Robert was quick to remedy that. Lowering to taste each breast, he paid homage to both before sliding farther to stare at her weeping center. His breath gusted over her sensitive flesh.
All thoughts of the corset fled as her core clenched, wanting his fingers, mouth, or cock. She writhed, making small thrusting motions with her hips toward his face.
“The more you move, the longer I will take.”
