Emily's Seduction (10 page)

He cupped both his hands over hers and urged her to roll the glass dildo back and forth between her palms. “Do you feel it taking on your body’s heat? This is how you prepare it for use.”

“But we don’t need to use it.” She cast a dubious glance down his body. “Unless you know something I do not?”

He laughed. “Sometimes the use of toys can heighten things.”

She gave the dildo another doubtful glance. “If you say so.”

He pulled the covers back, baring her nakedness. Chilled air rushed over her body and gooseflesh rose in its wake.

“I shall show you. Roll over on your back.”

She lay back, feeling a little uneasy about this type of experiment. Why was it even needful? The thought of that cold, alien object in her body seemed perverse.

He moved her hands, which were still wrapped around the dildo, down her body. He touched her thigh, running his hand up the inside. She spread her legs for him. But then he put that glass object to her flesh. Her heat level decreased a slight bit.

“Must we really use that thing? We don’t need it.”

He caressed her belly in broad, circular sweeps. “If you let me show you, you just might change your mind on that point.”

He placed the dildo on her stomach and got up from the bed and left the chamber. She lay listening to the log in the hearth crack and pop, and eyed the phallus again, watching the firelight shine through the blue glass, making it appear to glow. That thing looked wholly alien upon her flesh.

When he returned, he held a book. As he sat, the bed rocked with his weight. He ran a fingertip over the expensive leather, traced the gilded edging. “This is a rare book. They are given to brides in the Orient on their wedding night, usually by their mother or another family female.” He propped back on the pillows next to her and opened the book.

A faint scent of musk and jasmine filled the air, a tad stale as if with age. She glanced at the book, and vivid, jewel-toned colours popped from the page. The illustrations were so intricately done, the people almost seemed alive. She gasped and sat up to get a better look. An olive-skinned couple reclined on a crimson and gold divan. The man wore an elaborate turban-like headdress. The woman lay back and the man had his head between her legs, his tongue quite clearly stroking her quim, the lips of which were a bit over exaggerated.

He turned the pages slowly and each illustration made her catch her breath anew. Some of the pages included play with toys, mostly a phallus.

“These books can be custom-made to cater to the tastes of the bridegroom. So he can show his innocent wife the things that he wants from her.”

She understood. She was the innocent wife. Innocent compared to him. “You commissioned this?”

“Yes, it’s mine. I like to collect exotic things.”

“And there is something here you want to try with me?”

“This one,” he said, running his fingertips lightly down her arm as he turned the page.

The woman was on her knees and a false phallus protruded from between her nether lips. The man knelt behind her, his—good Lord, was any man
really
that huge?—cock pressing at her anus.

Emily sucked in her breath. Heavens, just a few short months ago she would have run screaming from such an image. Now it sent a wave of heat through her loins. She flashed a look at Alex. “This is what you want?”

“Not exactly like that the first time. The first time, I’ll just enter you there without the phallus but I want to accustom you to it.” He caressed her arm. “But only if you want it too.”

The memory of the day before, when he had put his fingers into her there and fucked her at the same time… The fullness, the sense of being taken completely had driven her insane with pleasure. She wanted to feel that again, yes, but with his cock
there
this time—dear heaven, the intimacy of that. The forbidden nature of it… Her inner muscles contracted and lubrication flowed from her core. A delicate shudder chased along her spine and she closed her eyes.

He touched her hand. “If you don’t like it, we won’t do it again.”

At the slight edge in his voice, misgivings arose in her. She opened her eyes and glanced at the page. “Will it hurt me?”

“It might, at first, but if you allow this we’ll go slow.” He put the book down. “I mainly have that as a novelty, something exotic to collect. The pictures are a little comedic and not particularly arousing.”

She agreed and was glad he’d closed the book. But it was a work of art. She was going to examine it privately. Later.

He picked up the dildo and warmed it between his hands. Her stomach went all fluttery. She wasn’t at all convinced she’d like to have that thing inserted into her. But she trusted him and was willing to go along with his experiment once before closing her mind.

He bent down and kissed her. The touch of his tongue tracing her lips, sweeping into her mouth and caressing hers, heated her blood. His large hand brushed over her breasts, exciting her nipples into stiff peaks. He pulled his mouth away from hers and kissed his way down her breasts, to her belly and lower.

She was trembling with desire.

He plunged his tongue into her slick depths several times then worked his way forward, licking her swollen inner lips until he reached her erect nub.

She was close, so close. Just a few more strokes of his deft tongue and she would come undone. She clutched his hair and arched her pelvis upwards.

He stopped. The head of that phallic object touched her. Smooth, cool, sliding along her swollen nub and then down between her inner folds to her entrance. He pressed and it entered her a little way. She contracted around it, aching to be filled and stretched, and she arched upwards again. It felt good and yet…it wasn’t a real cock. He bent and applied his tongue to her most sensitive spot again whilst the glass phallus into her with slow, incremental strokes.

Realising it was in her completely, she gasped. With his tongue on her and her quim filled with the dildo, she was forced to reconsider her earlier expectations. He moved the glass object back and forth in a steady rhythm as if he were actually fucking her.

“Do you like that, my darling?”

She moaned.

He touched her anus, his finger circling and circling, slathering her with oil. He worked first one then two fingers inside. She was so tight, so filled. His tongue on her, the glass dildo, his fingers inside her. It was all too much. Her womb, her internal muscles spasmed in release and she cried out.

He moved up her body and held her a moment. She lay in his arms, stunned that she’d actually come from being fucked with a glass phallus. She’d never imagined such a thing.

“Now roll over and kneel for me.”

She complied. He slapped his hand on her buttock “Spread your legs wide for me.”

She did. He was behind her in an instant. He withdrew the dildo from her cunt.

“My God, you’re gorgeous like this.” He grasped her hips.

Her heart rate jumped up. Oh, God, was she ready for this? Her throat went dry and she swallowed tensely. His crown slid over her rosette, igniting sensations that took her mind away from her misgivings. She wanted him to take her, to fill her, to claim her. The sensation of utter submission to him mingled with her anxiety only served to heighten her excitement. Her breath hitched and lubrication flowed like honey from her core.

He pressed, gently but firmly.

It hurt. She wanted to do this with him. To give him what he wanted and to be this close to him. But it hurt like fire. He stopped pushing forward and caressed her back. “Relax.”

She breathed slow and deep, trying to ignore it, but it hurt. Losing her virginity had hurt and continued hurting and she’d ended by crying into his shoulder after. Would this be the same? Would she disgrace herself the same way this time?

He reached beneath her and touched her nub. She closed her eyes and moaned, while straining to his fingers. He knew how to touch her in just the right ways. He was capable of bringing her climax quickly, as he did this time. Intense pleasure surged, followed by relaxation.

The head of his cock pushed against her anus again, applying steady, firm pressure. Pain blossomed and she gasped.

“Bear down, love.” His voice was hoarse, telling her how much he wanted this from her.

She bore down and his thickness breached the tight ring of flesh. The pain intensified.

He paused, caressed her back. “That was the worst of it. Just relax yourself and let your body accept me.”

He sounded so confident about that. He must have done this with other women. Of course he had. Everything they did was new and unique for her. But he had all those memories to compare her to. How did she fare against them? What good did it do for her to fret over it? She had to believe he loved her and that his feelings would make this unique for him too. But, without knowing his past, it was hard to have confidence in that.

“Are you ready for more?” His tender, husky tone broke through her anxiety.

“Yes,” she said, without much confidence.

Alex considered the slender lines of her body and hunger raged through him. She was being so submissive, so brave. He inched forward slowly. She was so tight, so hot. He fought the urge to thrust harder. He had to take care with her. He didn’t want to frighten her or hurt her more than was absolutely necessary. He particularly enjoyed fucking a woman in the arse and he’d never experienced someone so utterly snug. He wanted her to like this. He wanted her to be compliant for it again.

But his body trembled with the effort it took to hold back. He leaned forward and caressed her neck and shoulders. “You’re doing beautifully, my love. Just relax.”

He continued to inch forward into her body. She was relaxing now, her body opening to him. He reached to touch her nub. It was erect and slick with her juices. He smiled in relief. He had expected she might not enjoy it this time but maybe she could. She moaned and her internal muscles squeezed his erection, sending shafts of fire up his cock and into his stomach and down his thighs. He closed his eyes. This forbidden act was always so delicious but this time it was making his head spin.

He forced himself to wait, touching her and feeling her arse constrict once more upon him. She moaned and writhed her hips, her wetness flowing onto his hand, her inner muscles tightening and tightening as he brought her up close to her orgasm. He drew his hips back then pressed down slowly into her again. There would be other times he could plunge into her and experience the sensation of tunnelling hard and fast into those cock-hugging depths. This time he had to remember her inexperience.

As he sheathed himself to the hilt, her hips arched up to his pelvis and she moaned. He drew back and pushed forward again, slightly faster this time, while continuing to stimulate her quim. She cried out. Her body trembled in the way he recognised.

“That’s it, my love, let yourself go. Come for me now.”

Her breath hitched several times and she shook all over, rocking him all the way to his balls. His whole body tensed in anticipation of her orgasm and he groaned. Her cunt began to contract spasmodically, the tight ring of her arse squeezed his cock and her body quaked like he’d never felt before. The surging began deep in his cock and his seed rushed up and released itself in an explosive series of jets, pleasure so all-consuming that he shouted with it.

* * * *

Emily considered how strange it was to be in the kitchen alone with Alex, especially to be naked, together in the huge brass bathtub.

“I think we should simply have no servants all the time,” she said.

“And what would they do for their living then, my love? Cato is old and Mrs Webbs isn’t too far behind.”

“Oh dear, I hadn’t looked at it like that.” Guilt rent her and she stared down at the suds floating around his midsection and bit her lip. How could she have even jested about such a callous thing as dismissing the loyal servants?

“Oh, you’re so soft-hearted.” He laughed quietly. He smudged a fingertip of suds on her nose. “I was teasing you. I have a house in the country. We will go there sometimes with no servants and have each other all to ourselves. We’ll even be so selfish as to leave our children here with the servants.”

“Oh, I don’t know about that.” She took the soap into her hands and made lather and smeared it on the inner wall of the tub above the water line.

“When the time comes, you’ll be ready for a break, believe me.”

She wasn’t sure so she kept quiet. Because even though they were sitting here in the tub, physically close as could be, and they were teasing each other, something had shifted between them. Every time they made love, he showed her something different, took her higher and revealed parts of herself she hadn’t known existed. And yet, this time, it was different. He looked at her differently…no, he avoided looking her in the eye. At least, it seemed that way. Very odd. She drew her eyebrows together. What was going on inside of him?

“You didn’t like it.”

His words startled her. Heavens, what to say? She traced her initials into the lather.

“Emily, I asked you a question.”

What else could she be but honest? “No, I didn’t.”

“Why?” He caressed her shoulder. “Did I hurt you?”

“Not after the first but…” She shrugged him off then erased her initials with a swipe of her hand.

“But what?”

She glanced up at him. “I enjoyed it vastly when we did it but now, in retrospect, I don’t like it.”

He frowned. “What changed your mind?”

“I don’t like it now because you think it is wrong.”

Chapter Five

Alex’s heart rate kicked up. What the devil did she mean by that? “
I
think it is wrong?”

“Yes, you do. At least you think it is wrong to do with
me
…” She shrugged her bare, water-slicked shoulders. “I don’t know.”

Ah, here it was. The pain of being this close to someone else. He could lie to himself. He could lie to her. But she would always know. Coldness rippled through his belly, and in his mind he could see Nicolo nodding with that damnable sympathy. Anger burned through him.