What? No.
As she was about to beg, he parted her feminine lips and flicked his tongue up her center. Her arms yanked against her bonds in an involuntary reflex, shifting her legs up. The lick was exactly what she had wished for and yet still not enough. She found her voice. “Unh, please.”
“Please, what?” She could feel his lips curl in a smile against her inner thighs, the evil man.
“Please touch me.”
“Oh, I will. Indeed I am. Mayhap not the way you’d like, though. Did you think the punishment was over, Peaches?” He smiled up at her.
She jerked her legs, testing her bonds, and blinked as the extent of her vulnerability sank in.
He rubbed his cheek on her leg, holding her hips with his hands. “I won’t hurt you, just torture you for a time.”
She relaxed, then thrashed again when he restarted his light, slow licking.
“You want me to take longer, then?”
“Wha— Oh, no.” Her hips stilled, but her whole body remained tense, as she struggled to restrain herself from pushing at him.
He added a finger, spiraling it in and out of her tight channel in slow repetitions. She was wet enough that the movement was audible, and moisture slid down between her bottom cheeks. His tongue drove her mad with its speed and lack of pressure, but his finger curled in just the right angle to brush a particularly sensitive spot on her inner walls.
Yes, yes, she chanted silently. She could almost see the crest, everything in her tightening, gripping his fingers and mounding her stomach as she reached for the pinnacle. Just one more lick would get her there. Her hips made one uncontrolled thrust.
He withdrew and moved up to suck her taut, needy nipples.
After endless minutes and her third peak, she thought her punishment was surely finished. Convinced he’d allow her to go over, she shoved toward his licks as best she could. When he drew away again, tears seeped from her eyes.
“I trust you’ll behave better next time, Peaches?”
“Yes. Yes, Robert. Please,” she gasped.
Rising to his knees, he ripped off his jacket, waistcoat, and cravat.
She held her breath, hoping he’d remove his shirt as well, but when he scrabbled at his trouser buttons, she had no regrets. She needed his cock.
In his haste, he shoved them down to his hips rather than remove them before donning protection and shoving into her.
Beth squeaked, her back arching, the tide of her climax rushing toward her.
Yes, this. One more pump and I’m there.
****
Robert had been worried when she’d pushed again for him to remove his clothes. He wasn’t ready to lose her yet.
Knowing exactly how to distract her best, he’d set about his favorite method of punishment.
By the time he sank into her, he was worried he’d find his own release before he ensured Beth experienced hers. Then her squeak concerned him and took the edge off. He stilled, knowing this angle allowed for deeper penetration, worried that he’d hurt her.
“Robert!”
His cock throbbed at hearing his name whispered so harshly. All the practice at controlling his pleasure to direct hers flew out the window. He wanted to rut, to pound her exposed flesh, to bury himself in her over and over.
“You. Are. So. Deep,” Beth gasped.
“Does it hurt?”
“Lud, no. ’Tis delicious.” Her breasts shook with each breath, and he struggled to bring his gaze back to her face to check for a frown or pinch of pain.
