“No seductions.”
“No.”
“Negotiations?”
“You can say no.”
Her hips swayed to his hand’s arousing touches. “It sounds— It should not be exciting, but I find the notion is. A little frightening, but—” She looked into his eyes.
“The second thing is, you will answer my questions.”
“We will be chatting?”
“You will be telling me things I want to hear.”
“Anything else?”
“You will address me as my lord.”
That amused her at first, but he watched understandingdawn in her eyes. “That has nothing to do with your title, does it?”
He shook his head.
She pressed her forehead to his and looked down. She took his cock in her hands. “What does my lord want? This?” She trailed her fingertips up the shaft, then wrapped them around it.
“That is the least of it. But first things first.” He lifted her forward, so her knees rested on the mattress. He raised her until his mouth could reach her breasts. He wanted her so wild that she denied him nothing. He aroused her without mercy until she swayed and clawed at his shoulders.
He inserted two fingers in her passage, then three. She bore down on them hard, panting in short, desperate breaths.
He controlled her carefully, giving her just enough to leave her on the edge. She sought more with her hips and objected with frustrated whimpers.
“What is it you want, Padua?”
“I want— I need— Can’t we—”
“You must wait for that. Does this help?” He withdrew his fingers, and caressed around the outside of her lower lips. A low, guttural scream trembled out of her. Her response had him gritting his teeth to control the urge to throw her down and relieve them both.
“Or do you want this?” He stroked forward to the nub and rubbed.
She buried her cries in his shoulder while the pleasure sent her crashing higher. He let her have her release,but not totally. He removed his hand at the point where she had calmed and known the best of it but remained aroused.
He set her on her feet, and stood with her. He released some of his own hunger in an embrace too tight and a kiss too savage, but anticipation had his blood scorching his mind.
“I want you to kneel now,” he said.
She gave him a glance of curiosity, then lowered herself. He gazed down on her long dark hair, and full breasts and pale arms and shoulders.
“How do you feel, Padua?”
“Small.” She looked up. “Vulnerable. If my lord were a different man, I would not like it. If I did not know you so well too. As it is, the fear is not real fear, because—”
“Because it excites you?”
She nodded.
On her own, she took his cock in her hands. He watched, thoughts deserting him, while she stroked him.
“Do you know what I want now?”
