He made a low sound of approval as his mouth investigated her clavicle. “Perhaps I shall be your groom, and you shall be Lady X. I’ll make you pay for watching me bathe. I’ll spank your rump, and then I’ll lick your pretty cunny until you come.”
He intended for them to don the roles of the characters. It was sinful and alluring, to pretend to be someone else. To place herself in the role of Lady X. She was breathless now, the ache between her legs stronger than ever.
“Would you like that, darling?” Trevor nipped her shoulder.
“Yes,” she gasped, wanting everything he had said and more. Wanting it so much, she could scarcely think straight. “Do anything, everything. Whatever you want, I want it, too.”
He kissed her then, and the last of her embarrassment fell away as she surrendered to the man, the moment, and the needs of her own body.
CHAPTER17
By the time Trevor had his wife naked on her bed, he was half-wild with the need to be inside her. She matched him in every way, from her carnal appetites to her willingness to embrace her sensuality. He had known that she would be a force when her husband awoke her to the pleasures of her body. He had simply never dreamed that man would be him.
Butsaint’s teeth, he was thankful it was.
His hands shook with reverence as he caressed her curves, tracing over her hips and waist, the role he was playing momentarily forgotten as a blazing rush of feeling overwhelmed him. Each day that passed buttressed his love for Virtue, until he had to clench his jaw to keep from announcing the words to the world, to her.
I love you.
He thought them now, as he took in her glorious body, flushed and ready for him. But as always, he couldn’t shake the feeling that it was too soon. That he might frighten her with the intensity of his feelings for her, and so he tamped them down. Kept them locked inside the heart he’d sworn he hadn’t possessed. The heart that was hers now.
“You had the pleasure of watching me at my bath,” he said, his voice husky with suppressed desire as he recalled the role he played. “Now you’re going to have to be punished for your wanton ways.”
“How will you punish me, sir?” she asked, her voice sultry and low.
God, she was everything he could have ever wanted in a woman, in a wife. Trevor had told her before they began this little game of theirs in truth that she only needed to tell him if he went too far. The pace would be set by her. So, too, the boundaries. He was more than aware that she was very much a neophyte to lovemaking, even if her carnal abandonment suggested otherwise.
He straddled her hips, keenly aware of the heat of her sex through the silk of his banyan. “I’m going to have to tie you up and have you at my mercy, just as I was at yours whilst you watched me when I was naked.”
“It was very wrong of me to watch you, wasn’t it?” she asked breathlessly. “But how I loved watching the water trickle down over your chest, dripping over your cock. I loved seeing how hard you were.”
At the last, she reached between their bodies, cupping his rigid length and giving him a delicious squeeze. He wasn’t prepared for his reaction to her saying such filthy things to him. He was harder than stone.
“Fuuuuck,” he groaned, hips arching into her knowing touch.
He had unleashed a monster. As always when he was with Virtue, Trevor was no longer certain which of them seduced the other. They were equal partners in their hunger for each other, in their desire to bring one another pleasure.
But then he remembered he was meant to play the part of the groom, making her do penance for her sins.
He gently took her hand in his and brought it to his lips. “Is my lady so hungry for my cock?”
“Yes.”
She needn’t have made the admission. He could smell the sweet musk of her desire, see the heat in her gold-flecked eyes. He knew she wanted him. But hearing her say it was its own aphrodisiac, potent and pleasing.
“Then I’m going to have to make you wait for it,” he growled. “As part of my lady’s punishment.”
“How cruel you are to deny me what I want.” She pouted.
Damn it, those lips of hers. He was imagining them opening to take his cock, whilst her hands were bound over her head. If he wasn’t careful, he was going to spend before he was inside her. He was more desperate than he’d ever been, his restraint utterly laid to waste.
“Crueler still of you to watch me at my bath without me knowing,” he countered, the game they played making him think of more they could try. There was room aplenty in the tub for the two of them, he was certain. Yes indeed, the notion held infinite appeal. But now, he had other matters to attend to first. “Give me your wrists. Time for your punishment to begin.”
She surrendered her wrists without hesitation, offering them to him. Trevor gathered up one of the pretty ribbon garters which had been holding her stockings in place. And as providence would have it, they were the same pink garters he’d admired in the library when she had been on the ladder and first spiedThe Book of Love.
Trying to fight back his desire, he wrapped the ribbon around both her wrists, gently enough that she would have the sensation of being bound, yet loosely enough that she could easily pull free if she wished it. He looped the garter into a bow and dipped to whisper in her ear.
“If the game becomes too much for you, say the word.”
