“Nothing—I don’t know.” Her legs opened a little further.
He smiled. He hoped he’d stoked her fire and she was experiencing the discomfort of sexual tension. He rubbed and circled the little nubbin of pleasure at the top of her opening and she began to undulate her hips. He doubted she even understood what she was doing and he certainly didn’t want it to stop, so he said nothing.
Everything about her intoxicated him—the scent of her arousal, the lurid sight of her bottom rising and lowering for him. He slid one finger inside her. She froze, stopping the thrusting. He did not encounter any resistance, but he’d known she was not a maid. Her channel still seemed tight so he worked it with one finger before he added a second.
“Good girl,” he murmured. “You’re doing well. Just this first time I might bring you to completion.” She needed to know how sweet the reward could be before he withheld it.
She craned her neck to look over her shoulder at him and he knew she had no idea what he meant.
“Your pleasure,” he clarified.
He dipped the thumb of his other hand in the butterfat and slid it between her crack.
Once more, she protested, squeezing her buttocks together and straightening her legs.
He shoved his fingers in and out of her with more force and she thrashed wildly on his lap, looking as if she would swim away if they were in water. Abruptly, he pulled out his fingers and began to spank her rapidly.
She squealed.
“Your bottom belongs to me, too. Every part of you, my dear. You are mine to train.” He stopped spanking her. “Spread your legs and push your bottom back for me.”
He didn’t expect her to comply as readily as she did. She arched her back, opening her thighs.
“Good girl,” he praised. This time he started with her back hole, pulling open her cheek with one hand and rubbing a circle of butterfat around her anus.
She made a little gasping sound and started to kick, but seemed to catch herself.
He pushed at her tight hole and waited. Within a few seconds it opened to him and he pressed his thumb inside.
She made an alarmed sound in her throat.
He worked her back hole slowly, massaging all around the entrance, then sinking his thumb in deeply. With his other hand, he began to circle her clit.
She gave another cry, kicking her legs and bucking.
He shoved two fingers inside her sex, pumping them at the same time he thrust his thumb inside her.
“No,” she cried, wriggling with desperation. “What? Wait—” and then she came, the muscular contractions of her sex squeezing his fingers in ripples of release.
* * *
She gasped as her body jerked and bucked of its own accord, spasms emanating from deep in her core. She’d never experienced such a thing, nor had even known it could happen. Was this what Sir Barrett meant about hercompletion?A delicious warmth and relaxation soaked through her limbs, starting in her sex and traveling out.
Sir Barrett slipped his thumb out of her arse, causing her to groan. He stroked his fingers all along her slit, which seemed far plumper than she remembered it ever having been before. Her traitorous body opened to his touch, not seeming to remember her past trauma.
Lifting her to stand, Sir Barrett looked at her with amusement.
She probably looked a mess. Heat warmed her face and her eyes did not easily focus.
“There, that wasn’t so horrible, was it?”
It hadn’t been horrible. It had been embarrassing and uncomfortable at times but also wonderful and…wrong. “Yes, it was,” she said weakly.
He gave her bottom a gentle slap. “Another lie,” he said. Her eyes darted to his face to see if he intended to punish her again, but he still appeared amused, though his smile had a feral quality that kept her on edge. Lifting the skirt of her chemise, he slipped it up over her hips.
She fought him when it reached her breasts, holding her elbows tight against her sides to prevent him from completely disrobing her.
He chuckled. “You will sleep without covering in my bed, love. I need unfettered access to you at all times.”
