She obliged, and his hand cupped the back of her head, holding her exactly where he wanted her. She forgot about everything but the feel of him and the way her body welcomed each demanding thrust.
“Play with your nipples.”
She eagerly did as he commanded, aware that his cock was moving faster between her lips as he neared his climax, and that she no longer cared how deep he went as long as he never stopped.
“That’s …” His hand flexed against her skull as the full length of his cock twitched, and he slammed into her, releasing a hot wave of come down her throat. She swallowed as fast as she could, unable to move as he had her locked against him.
Eventually, he loosened his grip, and she eased back, kissing his thigh as she looked up at him. He traced the edge of her mouth with his finger, and she licked her lips, catching the tip of his thumb, sucking it to make him shudder. She smiled, and his gaze narrowed.
“Did I please you, Mr. Laurent?”
He sat down in the nearest chair. “Come here.”
“Why?”
“Because I haven’t finished with you, yet.”
She rose from her knees and walked over to him, aware of the steady throb of her own desire and her need for him to do something about it.
He pointed at his lap, and she raised an eyebrow. “I don’t think you’re ready for the next round, sir.”
“Oh, this isn’t for me.” He paused. “Although, I have to admit I’ve been fantasizing about this since you first started arguing every point with me.”
“What are your intentions?”
He wrapped an arm around her waist and tipped her over his lap.
“Oh.”
He set his palm on her buttocks and spread his fingers wide. “You don’t listen. You deliberately and wantonly entice me in the most inappropriate of circumstances, and then you demand I perform for you.”
She settled herself more comfortably over his lap, the satin of his breeches soft against her skin.
“You have nothing to say?” he asked. “No apologies?”
The slap of his hand on her flesh was sharp but not unpleasant. Carenza considered the tingling sensation and how wonderfully it concentrated her attention.
“I’m not apologizing for anything,” she said. “You understood the rules when you agreed to become my lover.”
His hand came down again on her other buttock, and he settled into a relentless rhythm that made her squirm and roll her hips. Yes, it stung, but it also did something very peculiar to her level of desire, which was now concentrating in her already swollen clit.
“That’s …” She breathed hard as she started to tremble.
He paused, his fingers sliding between her legs. “You’re soaking,” he said roughly as he pinched her clit.
She came, her breathing a jumbled mess, her heart racing. “Then do something about it,” she gasped.
“You’ll wait until I’m ready,” he said. “Or until you beg.”
“You … bastard.” Carenza tried to roll off his lap, but he easily prevented her.
He stood up with her in his arms and dropped her in the middle of his bed. She gasped, and he quickly followed her down. One of his hands trapped both her wrists as he straddled her. There was a glint in his blue eyes that made her nervous but was also extremely arousing.
He ripped off his cravat and tied it around her wrists before securing the other end to the headboard.
“Just to keep you quiet for a moment, ma’am.”
She kicked out at him, but he easily avoided her foot. She went still as he leaned in and kissed her hard.
