Chapter Nineteen
As she prepared for bed, Kitty’s mind kept turning over the possibilities offered by their discoveries. It was a process begun over dinner, continued afterward and was still ongoing in her brain as she undressed.
She jumped as the door opened and Max walked in.
“My room. Now.”
Making a conscious effort to recall that she was, in fact, Max’s submissive mistress, she nodded her head and followed him silently back into his suite. He was in his robe, but he shrugged it off as she closed the door behind them.
He was quite naked.
She took a few moments to admire the view. A gentleman’s backside, especially one as nicely muscled as Max’s, was a delightful thing.
“Remove your gown, Kitty, then get into bed.”
He went around the room, snuffing out the candles, leaving only one branch by the bedside.
She did as he instructed, shivering a little as her warm skin met cool linens. Still not entirely comfortable when nude, she managed to hide most of her breasts in an attempt at modesty.
She noticed his look of amusement as he slid in beside her. “Don’t you think it’s rather late to be hiding anything from me, Kitty?”
She bit her lip. “I suppose so. But I’m not used to this, Max. To being naked…with a man.”
“I’m glad of it.” He turned onto one side and rested on his elbow, observing her. “So what do you think of it?”
She blinked. “Of what?”
He tugged down the quilt and ran a fingertip lightly around her nipple. It contracted, and shivers danced along her nerve endings. “Of this. You and I. Sex, Kitty. Fucking.” He paused and lightly pinched the hard nub, making her gasp. “Of being my mistress—in every way.”
“You mean being submissive to you, don’t you?” She watched his eyes as they roamed over her naked skin.
“Partly.” He bared her other breast. “But overall. You were a virgin—which I found surprising, given your age. But also it was quite an honor to be your first lover, the first to learn how you feel when you come around my cock. So I ask again. What do you think of it all?”
She was silent for a few moments, wondering how to answer such a simple but important question. “I think I like it,” she said, after much deliberation. “As for my virginity, well, I didn’t think much of that, although I certainly had no interest in parting with it until…” she gulped. “Until you touched me.”
Max shot her a quick glance from beneath his long eyelashes, then cupped her breast with one hand. “Go on.”
“I’m not sure what else to say.” She sucked in a quick breath as he ran his thumb over sensitive flesh. “I found, to my surprise, that I like being spanked. At least I like it when you do it. It’s…” she hated the heat she knew bloomed in her cheeks. “It’s sensual and makes me feel…”
“Feel what, Kitty?”
“I don’t know,” she frowned. “How to describe it…it’s hard. It makes me feelalive, Max. In a way I’ve never been before. I’ve always held back, kept my countenance. I’ve worked hard to never betray what I feel within me, since it will either be ridiculed or ignored. But with you…”
She sighed as he pulled down the quilt further and moved closer, giving himself access to both her breasts.
“With me?”
Silent again, Kitty’s mind fought to understand why she was doing this. Ruining herself in many ways, and yet eager to run headlong into whatever disaster that might bring. She didn’t care, she realized.This, being here atthismoment, was more of everything than a year in London Society.
“With you I am not afraid.”
He leaned even closer, the heat from his chest searing the skin on one side. “Afraid of what?”
“Being myself. Somehow I have come to trust you enough to be myself. To find myself, really, since this is all new to me. I am learning that I don’t know exactly who I am.”
“Then let’s find out, shall we?”
Max quickly flipped all the covers away, exposing her to his gaze. “Beautiful,” he said, running his hand from her knees to her armpit and making her flinch and catch her breath.
