Chapter Sixteen
It was an early night for both of them.
Max knew he was treading on dangerous ground; Kitty’s unwavering belief in what a mistress should and shouldn’t be or do was proving to be a problem. How could he explain that the entire mistress wager situation had simply offered him the opportunity to get what he wanted? And that when he’d done so, he’d started to realize she was so much more than just an exciting and willing bed partner?
This problem tumbled over in his mind as he prepared for bed. She would join him, of course. And tonight they would find pleasure in each other. His way.
But the overriding issue was that his anticipation was far too great. His eagerness to have her naked and in his power was overwhelming. The mere thought of her leaving and finding someone else? No. Out of the question.
His life up to now had been one of wealth, pleasure, the occasional adventure, and some regular visits to a quiet house on the far side of London. The discreet activities there had offered the chance to explore more than just sex, and it was in those rooms Max had learned how to dominate a woman. He liked it. He liked it a lot.
With Kitty? It was all that, and more.
Her adaptability, her acceptance of his domination, above all her intelligence—these were characteristics he’d not expected to find in one woman. Now that he had, the possibility that she wasthe oneboth elated him and scared him. For now, they could spend time together, learning, experimenting, enjoying the freedom to explore their sensual compatibility. But it was evident that such a situation could not go on indefinitely.
A light tap on his door heralded her arrival, and he put those thoughts aside, climbing naked into bed, pushing the quilts aside and lying on his back. “Come in.”
She entered quietly, her eyes widening as she saw him in the light of the candle by the bed. He was already half aroused and as she gazed at him, his cock hardened. She was a tempting witch in her silk robe, but he could not let her know how much she affected him.
“Remove your clothing.”
She hesitated for a moment, then slowly slipped from the robe, untied the ribbon at the neck of her gown, and let them both fall to the floor. She raised her head and stared at him, a slight twitch of her arms revealing how much she wanted to cover herself with her hands.
But she did not, and he was most proud of her for obeying his command. “Run your hands through your hair. I want it loose over your white skin.”
Lifting her hands to the back of her neck, she obeyed once more, shaking the tresses around her, soft, twining locks of dark hair glowing against the creamy ivory of her body.
“Now come to the foot of the bed, climb up and kneel between my legs.” He moved to give her room. Tonight was for both of them, but it would be training for her as well.
“You will learn how to pleasure me with your mouth, this evening.” He watched her face as she dragged her gaze away from his now fully-erect cock. “Do you understand what that means?”
She nodded. “Yes…Master.”
He suppressed a smile. She had remembered. “Have you done this before?”
A sharp shake of her head sent her hair flying. “No. No I have not.”
He raised one eyebrow and stared at her.
“Er, no.Master.”
“Then how do you know what I’m asking?”
“I have read about it, Master.”
“I confess myself surprised, but perhaps it is all to the good.” He watched the emotions running over her face. Fascination, curiosity and a healthy dose of eagerness…all of which pleased him. When she returned her gaze to his manhood and licked her lips…he had to remind himself that he was the teacher, she the student.
“Move closer to my cock, Kitty.” He spread his legs wide. “Now take the base with one hand and curl your fingers around it.”
She approached with caution, sucking in a tiny breath as she touched him. Her hands were warm, and she seemed to have a natural facility for holding a man thus; not too tight, but not too loose either.
Her hair fell forward as she moved herself into a more comfortable position, and Max allowed himself a brief moment to close his eyes and just relish her touch.
As she settled, he opened them again. “Now I want you to lick me. Run your tongue around and over my cock, wetting it so your hand will slide easily.”
“Yes, Master,” she whispered, her breath dusting his most sensitive places.
Always one who prided himself on his control, Max was hard pressed not to groan with ecstasy as her tongue began its voyage of exploration. He’d enjoyed the feel of a woman’s mouth many times. But tonight, the sensation was magnified tenfold as Kitty’s warmth spread over his skin. She seemed to grasp the concept as well as she was grasping his cock, since in moments her hand was moving and she had him slippery and ready.
