Indiscretions (5 page)

“I can’t see any reason why I would.”

Vaughan flipped her onto her back, and pinned her down. “Let me see if I can’t persuade
you
a little.” His cock replaced his fingers against her clit. Bella muffled a cry, but there was no masking the pleasure she felt. He stroked back and forth in her wetness, not penetrating her, just teasing, until she was lost in lust and frantic to have him deeper. “Shall we make a deal?” he crowed into her ear.

“No.” She knew better than to believe he’d adhere to a pact, or even propose one without it being greatly to his advantage.

“Come now, Bella, what’s so bad about me spilling a little seed in your mouth? You’re not a prude. I’ll even let you spit it out afterwards if you’ve no taste for it.”

“Do women do that?” She’d always swallowed before.

Vaughan’s smirk suggested not if they knew what was best.

“Bella,” he coaxed again, dipping his head down towards her so that he could brush his soft lips against hers in a teasing kiss. “Don’t make me get insistent about this. Let’s not make it a fight.” He sucked gently at her lip, before bestowing more flighty little kisses. “I promise I’ll let you come.”

“You promise?” She hardly dared believe him. Denying her pleasure after he’d taken his fill was one of his favour methods of torturing her.

“I promise. In fact, I swear it on my honour and Lucerne’s life.”

There had to be a catch. There was always a catch.

“And all I have to do is let you come in my mouth?”

“Yes.”

Despite lingering reservations, the tension drained from Bella’s limbs. She wanted him too much to refuse. After all, refusal would gain her nothing. It’d simply mean relinquishing the bed to him, and hence any affection from Lucerne when he returned.

“Very well, I’ll do it.” She lifted her hips and rubbed harder against his cock. “But not like before. It’s too much.”

Vaughan smiled so that just the very corners of his mouth curved. “Shame, and there I was thinking you had jaws like iron. How then?”

Bella pushed against him so that he backed away onto his haunches, then she shimmied around so that her head was at the tail end of the bed. He clearly understood for he settled back down beside her, his toes pointing towards her head.

Bella threw off her shift, letting it sail into the gloom of the bedchamber. She caught his hot look, before he slid into her mouth again, so his thick shaft filled her up. He tasted of her musk and the seed that leaked from his slitted eye as tiny pearlescent droplets.

True to her hopes, Vaughan obligingly buried his head between her parted thighs. It was better this way, more exciting. He blew gently, so that his breath tickled her hot skin, then aimed true with the flick of his tongue. Back and forth it worked across her nubbin, driving her into a state of demented excitement. Bella squirmed and rocked against his clever mouth, her excitement building fast, perhaps faster for simultaneously knowing the taste of him, until it built to such intensity that she walked the line between pleasure and pain, and her hips bucked convulsively.

Vaughan pulled back cutting her flight to ecstasy off abruptly. Instead, his hot breath scalded her thigh as he drove into her more rapidly chasing his own climax.

She’d have cursed him as a bastard if there were any room in her mouth for words. Instead his seed filled her mouth in hot spurts. He moaned and nuzzled against her until his orgasm had wrung him dry and his cock began to soften.

“Devil!” she cursed, pushing him away. “You promised. You promised.”

Vaughan rolled onto his back with his hands clasped behind his head. “What promise have I broken, Bella? You never specified that we were to spend together, only that you expected to come. The night’s young yet.”

“You knew perfectly well that’s what I expected.” She moved cautiously, her body uncomfortably aroused. The lips of her sex were puffy and flushed with blood, and her little nubbin tender and yet desperate for another caress. “I expect fulfilment.” She jabbed him hard in the ribs with her index finger.

“You know as well as I that I’m not going to be doing anything for a while.”

“That’s where you’re wrong.” She straddled his head and pushed her puss right against his face.

Though muffled by her flesh, she distinctly heard him laugh. His hands settled on her arse, lifted her up a little as his tongue began to work its magic. Bella ground herself against him, depriving him of air in the way he had her. Even—that’s all she ever wanted, for them to be on an even keel. She’d accepted back in Yorkshire that she would never have Lucerne entirely to herself and that she would have to share, but Vaughan refused to make anything about their dealings fair. Well tonight they would be. Neither of them had Lucerne, and they would both gain their pleasure from one another instead. Vaughan had taken his, and now it was her turn.

It felt good to be astride him for once, making him work at giving her pleasure, rather than him dictating everything according to his whim.

Somehow, though, while it made her smile to have him in such a position, she knew deep down she was short changing herself. Vaughan knew how to make her climax. He’d done so many times with his tongue. What he would rarely do was make love to her. If things were genuinely to be fair between them this night, then she ought to demand that of him.

“Enough.” Bella shimmied backwards down his body so that she straddled his hips instead.

Vaughan propped himself up on his elbows. His hair hung loose framing his face. Two sable ringlets lay against the pallor of his chest. He wiped a hand across his lips. “Letting me up for air?”

Bella shook her head. “Not exactly, no.”

“Then what?”

“Make love to me.”

His dark eyebrows arched into his hairline. “You’d have to tie me up to get me to comply with that, and we both know how things turned out the last attempt you made at that.”

Yes. Yes, they did. “You promised me satisfaction,” she snapped again.

Vaughan curved his hand around her cheek. A wan smile danced upon his lips. “I promised you nothing of the sort. All I promised was that I’d let you finish. The whys and wherefores were left entirely unspecified.”

“Pig,” Bella cursed, scooping up a pillow to batter him with. Always she trusted him, and always he betrayed that trust. She ought to know better. “Bastard.”

Vaughan raised his arms to fend her off, but Bella kept on hitting him until the pillow split, sending plumes of speckled feathers into the air. Only then did Vaughan wrestle her down and roll on top of her again.

Bella tore at his back with her nails. She used her knees to try and lever him off, all to no avail. He was bigger and stronger. He simple captured her wrists and locked them tight over her head.

“Lie still. Be still, Bella,” he hissed at her through gritted teeth. The feathers clung to his hair like a wreath of laurels.

“Why can’t you play fair?” Bella retaliated. Tears of frustration blurred her vision. “Is it so hard for you to give?” He crushed her with his weight. The feel of him above her like that only exacerbated her frustration. He’d grown hard again too, as he’d lavished attention on her quim, so that the brand of his erection lay pressed between them like a hideous taunt, warming her, but not filling her as she wished. “Why?” she cursed again, straining against his hold. Why did he always leave her wanting? Why could he never simply offer contentment?

Vaughan ran his tongue upwards along the crevice between her breasts. “Because you don’t want me to play fair. The reason you didn’t come while sitting on my face has nothing to do with whose wish it was, rather it’s to do with your own psyche. You like it rough.” He sucked hard upon one of her nipples, which crinkled and puckered into a tightly furled peak. “But what you like more is the loss of control, like now. It excites you, does it not?” He nipped the upper part of her breast, making her squeal, yet her cunny heated despite the throb of pain. “You don’t want me to make love to you. That would be altogether too soft. Save soft for whatever tedium you share with Lucerne, but be honest when you’re with me. You’re looking for passion, not love in my arms, and that’s what I always give you. Aren’t I good to never disappoint?” His teeth raked across her skin again.

Bella cried out, yet arched towards him. She wanted to deny everything he said. Claim it all to be lies, but she didn’t have to delve very far down into her thoughts to know the truth of the matter, and lying had never rolled easily from her tongue.

“Admit it.” He looked down into her face. “You love me because I’m such a bastard.”

“Love,” she spat, “is entirely too strong a word.” Love she reserved for Lucerne.

“Fine, you hate me for it, but either way you can’t help yourself.”

Vaughan forced her arms together above her head, so that he could transfer his grip so as to hold her with one hand. He then hooked his free hand under her bottom, forcing her to tilt her pelvis. The head of his cock found her entrance. He rubbed mercilessly, teasing her with his nearness, so that she was wet and so ready for him the ache of waiting made her keen. Bella parted her legs wide, but there was simply no coaxing him.

She braced herself instead, knowing what he intended. Sure enough his attention slowly moved away from her quim, and drew down towards her bottom. She could feel the tip of his phallus nudging against the forbidden entrance there. “Oh,” she murmured, pressing back against him, despite her better judgement. Always, always he insisted on taking her like this. In the same way in which he took Lucerne.

“That’s it. Let me in.”

Intoxicating lust washed over her from toes to the tips of her ears. Her muscles gave a little, and Bella surrendered entirely to Vaughan’s cock pushing inside her.

All at once her temperature seemed to spike. He was inside her. Possessing her. His balls brushed against her cheeks as he pushed in and withdrew. He kept the pace moderate to begin with, allowed her to relax, let her nerves soothe to a low level jangle before he upped the assault.

With each nudge of his cock her nubbin tightened, sending ripples of pleasure throughout her abdomen. Bella squirmed against him, begging him to use his fingers, wishing that Lucerne were also present, so that he could fill her quim, so that she might drown in the moment and experience that perfect release.

Lucerne remained absent. It was simply her and Vaughan. And he used her. He pushed her back and forth on his shaft, and snarled when she tried to twist in order to direct more of his thrust across her nub.

“Now, now, Bella. What is it? Not quite enough.” He pumped his hips a little faster.

“I need a touch.” She strained against his hold. If only she could get a hand free, then she’d be able to rub herself. It’d be enough. All she needed was a little extra stimulation to her nubbin. But Vaughan continued to hold her tight. “Please. You know what I need. Just a little extra. Please, Vaughan.”

“A little extra what? Do you require a finger in your arse as well as my cock?”

“No.”

“Then what? Spell it out, Bella. Speak plainly.”

“I need your thumb on my nub,” she spoke softly, but the words seemed to echo around them. Always she hated it when he made her plead like this.

“Like this?” He covered her clitoris with the pad of his thumb. “Or do you require some movement?”

Bella swore at him.

“How so?”

“Goddamn you, Vaughan. Quick and hard. Press down. Yes, like that. Now circle. Oh, yes…” Her stream of words broke off into a lengthy intoxicated sigh. Her nubbin poked out from beneath the shield of its hood. Soon the circling would be too much, but her climax was fluttering in her womb, just out of reach at the moment, but growing steadily closer. It was tumultuous race. She jerked against Vaughan, impatient to reach her goal and desperately afraid of having her pleasure slip away from her.

“Easy,” Vaughan slowed his circling, though his thrusting quickened.

“Yes, yes,” she gasped. Her pulse raced. Then everything seemed to pull tight. Vaughan collapsed against her, his weight a welcome pleasure. His cry was sharp against her shoulder as his climax took hold, freeing him from all restraint. His loving, unguarded sighs, coupled with the quick pulse of his ejaculation was enough to undo Bella completely. She came with him, surrendering utterly as the release tingled throughout her body.

Afterwards, he lay still above her, his weight a heavy press against her form. “Vaughan,” she whispered. “Sleep with me.”

He rolled onto his side, and pulled her tight against him, so that they lay nestled like spoons, but he didn’t say a word.

Part Three

The following morning Lucerne sat at his writing bureau, composing letters. The house had been silent on his return and rather than go searching for Vaughan and Bella, he’d simply slipped into the study and taken up some correspondence.

“You shouldn’t have done it.”

Startled, by the sound of his lover’s voice, Lucerne looked up to find Vaughan poised against the study door with his arms folded. The man was stealthier than a cat; he really ought to have heard him coming, given the noise that everyone else made walking across the entrance hall.

Lucerne blotted a drop of ink, which had fallen onto the letter, and tried not to think about how exciting he found the sight of Vaughan’s pursed lips and tensed jaw. He’d been expecting him, after all. Anticipating this moment since he’d walked away last night, the only surprise here was that it had taken Vaughan this long to confront him. He’d been home over an hour.

Vaughan’s footfalls barely sounded upon the deep pile rug. He didn’t speak, but stopped just shy of Lucerne’s elbow.

Determinedly, Lucerne pressed on with the instructions to his estate manager. What had they to say, really, when it came down to it? There’d never been any real promises made between them. He’d left him with Bella. It wasn’t as if he’d left him with no entertainment, and it wasn’t as if he’d promised to remain faithfully by his side.

Vaughan touched the back of his neck, the contact a fleeting brush that might have been mistaken for a draft if Lucerne hadn’t been so acutely aware of Vaughan’s presence and attuned to his whims. A tingle ran up his spine, causing his muscles to tense. Vaughan’s hand closed around the back of his hair, forcing him to tilt his head back and look up from his work. He groaned in protest, only for Vaughan’s tongue to press deep into his mouth, silencing him.