“You trust me this much?” he asked in awe, his eyes searching hers.
“Of course I do.”
He clamped the other side of the handcuff down and locked it into place.
She cleared her throat and affected a stern expression. “Tell me. What do I have to do for mercy?” she asked him with a sly smile.
***
Daffin closed his eyes. His deepest fantasies were coming true. He’d been wrong about her from the beginning. Well, since she’d propositioned him at Bow Street. She wasn’t conventional. She wasn’t the same as the other ladies of theton. She was Regina. Unique and original and perfect for him.
“Put your hands above your head,” he ordered, straddling her hips.
She complied, raising her handcuffed wrists high above her and resting her arms on the mattress. “Now what?” she breathed.
“Now?” He arched a brow. “Now I’m going to make you beg me.”
He lowered his head to her breast and sucked her nipple into his mouth. Regina gasped. He tugged at it with his lips and bit it softly with his teeth. Her hips thrashed against the mattress.
He didn’t waste any time, his intent unerring as his hands slid straight down her body and between her legs. “I’m going to watch your face when you come.” He slowly slid one longfinger inside her and out again while her hips twisted helplessly beneath his caress.
***
“I want to touch you.” She strained against the handcuffs. She was filled with the secret thrill of being helpless, and yet knowing, from the way his hungry gaze followed the yearning rise of her body against his touch, that she was truly the one who wielded the power.
“No. I want to tasteyou.”
He lowered himself until his mouth was hovering above her mound. He lingered there for a moment, his warm exhalations brushing her tender skin, until she felt ready to scream. Then, without warning, his tongue dipped down to lick between her wet folds. She cried out and his other hand came up to clap over her mouth. “You must be quiet.”
“Yes, Mr. Oakleaf,” she obediently replied through his fingers, shivering with lust.
His strong hands grasped her hips and he licked her again and again. She clenched her jaw to keep from crying out. She dug her restrained hands into the pillows above her head, gripping harder with every pass of his wicked tongue over her most intimate flesh. His finger returned to slowly slide in and out of her, going deeper and deeper. Then he used the tip of his tongue to circle her in tiny swirls that beckoned her body to arch against his mouth and seek each tiny, searing stroke, until her every muscle strained to reach him. His mouth was relentless and suddenly her body was no longer her own, as pleasure seized her limbs and crashed over her again and again in massive, soul-tumbling waves.
Her body was still shuddering with delightful zings of pleasure when Daffin moved back up, raining kisses alongher belly and breasts until his face hovered above hers again. “Do you want me to take off the handcuffs?”
She shook her head. “No.”
He settled himself between her legs, his hot length probing between her thighs.
She snapped out of her state of delight. “Daffin?”
“Yes, love?”
“Will it… hurt?” Her voice held a note of vulnerability that tugged at his heart.
“No,” he whispered in her ear.
“How do you know?”
He smiled against her ear. “Because I already breached your maidenhead with my finger several minutes ago.”
“You did?” She blinked at him. “But I didn’t feel anything but pleasure.”
He braced himself on one elbow and looked down at her. “That, my love, is because you chose wisely for your first lover.” His grin was downright arrogant.
She smiled back at him. “By all means, then, proceed.”
***
