"You cannot hide the proof of your desire now."
He carefully positioned her legs, spreading her wider and wider. He knelt between her knees, using his own to keep her open. Heat flamed in her face.
His hands still rested on her thighs, not moving while he studied her. Through the embarrassment, his scrutiny sent waves of passion hurtling in her veins. God's teeth, she wished he would do something already, instead of keeping her in the half-maddening purgatory.
Finally, and excruciatingly slowly, he moved his hands toward her sex. She'd never imagined wanting so badly for him to touch her and near held her breath as he brushed the curls there. Just that hint of contact made her entire pussy clench, aching for something, though she didn't know what, exactly.
He tugged on her hair and she gasped.
"That hurt!"
"I know."
He liked her pain? Though, truthfully, the pull hadn'thurt nearly as much as the spanking. Judging from the hardness of his cock, which she'd avoided looking at since he'd made her touch him, he did enjoy inflicting agony, as much as he appeared to enjoy inflicting pleasure.
He tugged again. This time, the discomfort added to the heat and she once again lifted her hips, offering herself. She shouldn't, but she did. She tugged on the leather keeping her secured to the bed. It didn't give and the added sensation of helplessness mixed into the varied tangle of reaction. React was all she could do.
"You seem impatient."
Was that displeasure in his tone? No, she clearly detected humor, and mayhap affection as well. Or did she just want his tenderness so badly, she convinced herself? Before she had the chance to think of a suitable answer, his fingers stroked right into the flesh of her sex. All thought fled as sensation took over.
She quivered, each gentle caress stimulating her beyond what she thought she could bear. God's bones, he'd kill her with pleasure, rather than pain. He paused, his finger brushing against the hardened knob of flesh where every one of the feelings in her body seemed to reside. He stroked once, twice and again. She cried out, hurtling toward something fierce and decadent and explosive. She writhed against her bonds, seeking more.
Instead, he stopped and drew away. She panted and stared at him.
"This is not about your pleasure." He leaned back. "Don't think to dissuade me. When I am finished with my... examination, then we shall see about your pleasure."
The bastard actually stroked her again, sending the settling desire back to a fever pitch.
"You're cruel." She choked the words out, wondering how in the Lord's name she thought he possessed a single tender emotion. She tugged once more on her bonds, this time seeking freedom.
"Aye. Sooner you learn that, the better off you'll be."
He resumed the gentle caresses, seeking every darksecret in her folds and halting any response she may have planned. Honestly, she couldn't remember, especially when he gave her clit a gentle pinch. White light blinded her momentarily. Each move he made drove her deeper and deeper into a state of ecstasy she'd never imagined. Her body swayed under his ministrations. The taste of pleasure danced on her tongue and her entire body stiffened. She tossed her head. What was this madness she craved?
"Yes," she moaned, hoping he would keep on touching her this way.
He stopped again. For a few moments, Gillian didn't register the fact, until her head spun with the cessation.
"Why?" she asked.
Her entire body ached, hovering on the edge of something she'd begun to crave. He'd done this to her, reduced her to this mindless need.
"I like to watch you. If I let you come now, 'twill be over. I am not ready for it to be over. Your pleasure comes when I deem it time."
She sucked in a breath as the implications sank into her dazed thoughts. How long would he toy with her this way? The devilish grin adorning his face sent her heart into an unsteady rhythm.
However long would be longer than she could endure. Already her mind hovered on the brink of madness, so desperate to reach the bliss his touch promised.
"M-my lord, 'tis not fair that I cannot touch you."
The grin broadened. "You are my captive remember? You will remain thus."
She tugged, frustration and annoyance building again, yet not once did this soul-encompassing hunger abate. When her husband once again resumed exploring her pussy, she nearly wept.
"Please."
The plea escaped before she could stop it. He lifted his studious gaze from where he toyed with her sex. Once more, he gave a shake of his head, then shifted position.
