RendezvousWithYou (4 page)

“The human body.” He slid a hand between her legs. “The Lord
knew a man would need a place to leave his seed for the creation of children.
What could be better than a woman’s cave? It’s sweet, warm and tastes
delicious. And without the human body, there would be no fucking, would there?
Praise the Lord for that.”

She cuffed his chin. “You are bordering on sacrilege, my
good sir.”

“Am I?” He dropped the bantering tone to brush his lips
across her forehead. “I thank God every time I come in contact with the glory
that is a woman’s body. As I hope you would for a man’s.”

“Oh yes,” she sighed. “I most sincerely do.”

“Then let’s drink to that which God has created.”

She followed him to the table where he filled their
wineglasses and gave her one. After taking a sip, she asked, “Have you ever
done it for money before?”

“Do you mean have I ever been paid for diddling a woman? No.
Have you ever been paid?”

Heat spread from Bella’s face down to her neck and she
lowered her gaze. “No and I’ve certainly not paid anyone to…”

“Of course you haven’t,” he completed. “You are a lady, after
all.”

“Thank you. I do try.”

They sipped in silence. Light from the burning fire threw
their shadows against the walls while the crackling of the logs provided soft
music.

“Well,” Ian said after a moment, “what shall it be now?
Clothes on or off?”

“I have an idea,” she said. “Let’s put on our clothes and
play a round of
vingt-et-un
.”

His eyebrows rose. “Cards?” “You want to play cards instead
of fuck?”

“Not exactly.” She picked up the pack of cards and a
decidedly naughty twinkle brightened her eyes. “For each point lost, the loser
has to remove one article of clothing. Whoever has the least clothing on at the
end of hand will be bound to a chair with stockings and then wait to be
surprised.”

“By damn, I like the way you think, Bella,” he praised. “Are
you sure you don’t want to go for two out of three rounds?”

“Let’s play the first hand and see what happens,” she
suggested. “And I’m going to shuffle the cards. With your reputation at the
gaming tables, I wouldn’t put it past you to try something.”

He gave her his most ferocious frown. “Are you accusing me
of cheating, madam?”

She giggled. “No, but I’m not going to take any chances
either.”

“Hmph! I’ll remember that. Where shall we play?”

“On the bed, of course. But we best dress first.”

Once their clothing was back on but left unlaced and
unbuttoned, they sat on the bed and Bella opened the cards. She shuffled,
reshuffled and dealt out the hands. Ian immediately won the first three points
and took off Bella’s shoes and one of her earrings.

“I think,” he said gleefully, putting the items aside, “that
I should at least get to kiss you.”

“Why not ask for three kisses?” she asked. “You have won
three points, after all.”

“Madam is generous with her favors,” he praised. “Where
would you like to be kissed?”

She tugged her dress down to give him a better view of her
breasts. “You have two of these and my mouth. That makes three.”

“Indeed it does.” Ian put down his cards. Leaning forward,
he planted a kiss the top of each breast before feathering his mouth across
hers. The sweet taste of wine lingered there and he took his time savoring it
on her lips.

“Oh yes,” he breathed against her neck, “I do like the way
you think, my Bella. I’m going to enjoy tying you up.”

“You haven’t won yet,” she cautioned.

“We’ll see, won’t we?” Taking one of her hands, he turned it
over and brushed his lips across the soft skin to place a lingering kiss on her
wrist. Her pulse skipped and hammered beneath his lips and she released a sigh.

“That’s four kisses,” she whispered, sliding her free hand
through his hair. “You have won only three points.”

He ran a finger along her jaw. “Are you complaining?”

“No,” she whispered again. “Never.”

Their play continued. Ian held back his laugh at the growing
frustration on his opponent’s pretty face when, by the seventh point, he had
removed more and more of her clothing.

“I think you’re cheating,” she accused once he had rid her
of her dress, one of her half petticoats, a bracelet and the other earring.
“You’ve won almost every point. I’m sitting here in nearly nothing.”

“Luck is with me tonight,” he boasted. “I’ll have you
stripped soon.”

“Play,” she ordered and crowed with delight when she won the
next five points.

“I’m counting these as one item each,” she declared as she
removed his shoes and stockings, dropping them on the floor.

“I think Lady Luck has left me,” he complained.

“And so she has.” She stripped off his coat and flung it
aside. “So much for your prowess at the tables.”

“Careful,” he warned. “I may spank you yet.”

The next two rounds went to Bella and his waistcoat and
shirt landed on the floor. She put down her cards to run her hands over his
chest.

“So strong and so broad,” she murmured. “And so smooth. I
will never play
vingt-et-un
without thinking of this night. Who thought
cards could be so much fun?”

“The fun is yet to come,” he promised. “Because I am going
to win, you know. You have less on than I do.”

And in short order, he had rid her of her other two
petticoats, her corset, the matching rings on her little fingers and her
necklace, finishing the round and leaving her only in her stockings.

“Ha!” He rubbed his hands together. “Now what was this about
me tying you up with your stockings?”

“You did say that you would,” she agreed. “Which chair
should we use?”

“One that will give me full access to your splendid puss, my
Bella.”

He searched the room and spied the wooden chair she had
noted earlier in a far corner. Pads were tied to the seat and back, promising
comfort from the hard surface. “That will do,” he said.

He fetched it and, without prompting, Bella sat in it,
draping her legs over the arms. “What do you want me to do first?”

“Nothing.” He knelt and stroked her legs from bottom to top,
enjoying the silky texture of her skin. “So soft,” he sighed. “How do you keep
them so soft?”

“Lotions and creams and oils,” she said. “I cover my body in
them every night. ’Tis a pity we have none with us.”

“You should trust me to be better prepared than that,” Ian
chided. “I sent a note to our host to be sure there was a bottle of lotion for
us to use.”

“No oils?”

He shook his head. “It might stain our clothing. And, as you
said, after we leave we don’t want anyone to know what we’ve been doing. How
would you explain the stains to your lady’s maid?”

“That was very thoughtful of you,” she said primly. “Any
particular scent of lotion?”

“I chose something subtle. After all, we can hardly leave
this den of pleasure smelling like we’ve spent the evening…”

“Fucking ourselves silly?” she asked.

“Indeed, my Bella. Indeed.”

Somewhere in the distance bells tolled and she looked toward
the door. “Surely someone hasn’t already finished?”

“Those are church bells,” he explained. “I wonder if those
are for the last service of the day. Perhaps people are lined up to say their
prayers before bedtime.”

“It’s a long time until bedtime.”

“Thank God,” he said and they laughed.

“And we are hardly being holy,” Bella said. “I wonder what
those praying people would think of us. What are you going to do to me first?”

“This.” He slipped a finger inside her. “You’re still wet.”

Her smile was an invitation of delights to come. “How can I
not be with you touching me?”

He slid his finger in and out of her, stopping to play with
her clitoris. She whimpered her satisfaction and he continued his strokes.

Gripping the chair, she said, “I thought you were going to
use the lotion
.”

“After I’ve tied you up.” He retrieved the masks from the
table and pulled the velvet ribbons from his. “This won’t hurt a bit,” he
promised, using the ribbons to loosely bind her wrists to the arms of the
chair. “Are you comfortable?”

She nodded. “Very much so.”

“Then we’ll begin.”

He walked his fingers up her legs and started to untie her
stockings.

“I’ve heard that some women tie small knives onto their
stockings.”

Ian’s fingers halted their work. “Why?”

“For protection. It would make more sense to carry them near
their breasts, but when one has such a bounty as I have, it would be impossible
to hide them.”

“And your breasts are an incredible bounty,” he praised. “I
wonder what her lovers would say if they knew a lady hid such weapons on her
person.”

“Might make them determined that she receive as much
pleasure as they intended to give.”

“Or punish them if she did not.” Slowly, Ian pulled down the
first stocking, folding it over and over, enjoying the silk of the garment
against the silk of her leg.

“Beast,” she murmured. “Why are you taking so long?”

“One must be careful,” he said. “After all, you said
stockings cost ten shillings a pair. I’m sure you don’t want to spend all your
winnings on replacing your stockings so I must take great care with them. You
might deny me the title of ‘Best Lover in London’ if I do not.”

He draped the stocking around her neck and removed the other
one just as slowly. “Do you suppose these are long enough?” he asked, putting
the second stocking around her neck as well.

Her eyebrows rose. “For what?”

For tying
me
up later if we have the time.” He took
his stockings and tied her calves to the chair’s arms, leaving her thighs
spread and open to him. “Let me fetch the lotion.”

He found the promised item in a wall cabinet, opened the
vial and poured a small amount onto each of her legs. After stopping up the
bottle and setting it aside, he began to massage the lotion into her skin. The
room filled with the faint smell of lilies.

“I’m going to enjoy using this on the rest of you later,” he
said. “Every blessed inch of you.”

“If you tickle my feet, I really will spank you,” she
warned. “Hard.”

“Well, since I think we should try to use the bed at least
one more time, I rather fancy being on my back while you slide up and down my
shaft. And if you spank me, my poor ass will hurt too much for that. So I
promise not to tickle you. At least for right now.”

“Thank you.”

“You have such beautiful toes,” he praised. “Long and lovely
and perfectly formed. And your feet.” He slowly brushed his fingers over the
bottom of her foot. “Do you know in some oriental countries, high-born women
have their feet bound at a young age to slow their growth? Sometimes their feet
grow to no more than three inches.”

“Really?” She tilted her head, curiosity brightening her
eyes. “How do they run and play?”

“They don’t,” Ian said. “For a high-born woman of the Far
East, to have big feet is to be equated with being a peasant.” He held up one
of her feet. “You would certainly be thought of as such if anyone saw these.”

“Then my ‘big’ feet will have to be our secret, won’t they?
Unless you have fantasies of tupping a low-born woman.”

“Not at the moment. Let’s see, where to begin?” Holding her
right leg, he danced the fingers of his other hand over the top of her big toe.
“Oranges and lemons, say the Bells of St. Clements,” he chanted and kissed her
toe.

She laughed. “You’re being silly again.”

He tweaked the next toe and kissed it. “And I’m not even
wearing a puce coat. Someone should really say something to that man’s valet.
Mine would never let me leave the house in something so ridiculous. And a
ruffled shirt? No one wears ruffles anymore.”

“Go on.” She wiggled the objects of his adoration.

“You owe me five farthings, say the bells of St. Martin’s.
Though I think you’re going to get far more than five farthings worth of
pleasure by the time we’re finished.”

“I’ll hold you to that. But five farthings would only buy
one stocking.”

“Five farthings, five toes. How very convenient.” Ian took
the next toe in his mouth and lovingly suckled it. “Clean feet. Thank you for
that, sweet Bella. You’re obviously not a peasant on that score.”

“Do go on with your recitation.” She gave a royal nod. “I do
love to hear you recite.”

“When will you pay me, say the bells of Old Bailey.” He
pulled one of her stockings from around her neck and twirled it over his head.

“I’ll have you in the dock if you tear that,” she warned.
“What will my maid say if I come home with torn stockings? She’ll think I’ve
been up to something naughty.”

“And so you have,” he agreed, returning the stocking to her
lovely neck. “She and my valet will have to get together and compare notes.
When I grow rich, say the Bells of Shoreditch.”

“And you are so very, very rich,” she said. “Or so it’s
said. Worth far more than five farthings.”

“You may be certain of that. Where was I? Ah, yes. When will
that be, say the bells of Stephney. I do not know, says the great bell of Bow.”

“Stop!”

He blinked. “What’s amiss, my lady?”

She pouted. “You forgot to kiss my fourth toe.”

He struck his chest with a quickly made fist. “What was I
thinking? Poor little fourth toe.” He covered it in a series of kisses.
“Wonderful fourth toe! Divine fourth toe! Delicious fourth toe! How could I have
forgotten you?”

“Now you
are
being too silly,” she chided through her
laughter. “And we’re not exactly fucking, are we?”

“Just wait, my Bella. And finally, we have the last toe. At
least on this foot,” he said, kissing the tiny digit. “I’d rather not recite
the line about heads being chopped off. Too messy and not at all romantic.”

“But I rather like the line about a candle lighting us to
bed.” She turned her head to gaze at the large canopied bed in the far corner
of the room. “Did you request an especially big one? It looks like it could
hold at least four people.”

“I don’t share my bed with more than one person at a time.
But I thought we would need the extra room for our more creative trysting
maneuvers.”

“At least we can boast we’ve used lots of the other
furniture besides the bed,” Bella pointed out. “What are you going to do to me
now?”

“This.”

He knelt and applied his mouth to her puss once more, paying
special attention to her nubbin. Licks and nips and sucks soon had her writhing
in delight as he feasted on her, drinking her juices until her panting filled
the room and her moans became a song. Squirming, she bucked against his mouth
and screamed.

He waited until the rising and falling of her beautiful
breasts had slowed to sit back on his heels. “Happy?”

“Completely.” Her ragged breathing and
cat-turned-loose-in-the-diary smile was all the other proof he needed. He
untied the stockings and ribbons and she stood, stretching her arms over head.

“Ahhh,” she sighed and walked to the drinks table. “That was
lovely, Ian. Just lovely.”

The bouncing rhythm of her lovely ass wasn’t helping his
throbbing prick. “What do you have in mind now?”

“This.” She pivoted and brandished the paring knife from
beside the fruit bowl. “I’m going to have to punish you, Ian. You’ve been very,
very naughty.”

Amazement brought him to his feet. “I have? What have I
done, my sweet?”

“You forgot to kiss my other set of toes.” Scowling, she
waved the knife in a slow, tight arc. “They’re very upset. How can I possibly
go home with five toes left unkissed?”

He couldn’t keep from laughing. “Sit down and I’ll be happy
to oblige you and them. I won’t even stop to tie you up unless you want me to
do so.”

She shook her head and her curls finally fell to her
shoulders in a lovely golden tumble. “No. Take your pants off again, my dear
sir. From the way your prick is straining against them, I daresay he’d like to
come out.”

He folded his arms. “No. You do it. Undress me.”

“I thought you’d never ask.” Putting the knife back on the
table, she kept her return journey to him as slow as she could. His jade eyes
glimmered like a jungle cat awaiting its approaching prey, and only digging
into her will kept her from running to him and ripping the clothes from his
body. By heaven, how could a man keep her hungering for him when he had just
eaten her to a screaming finish? She would be sorry to see the evening end.

She stopped before him and stripped him of his remaining
clothing, tossing it around the floor. His cock stood hard and quivering and a
low feral growl started in his throat when she danced her fingers along his
length.

“Such a handsome prick,” she said, taking it in her hand
while running her other hand over his chest, enjoying again the sculpted
contours and planes.

“If your intention is to punish me, you’ve made a good
start,” he rasped.

“Good,” she said, brushing her lips against his nipples,
swirling her tongue over them while her hand moved up and down his prick. “I’d
almost forgotten to kiss
your
nipples. You may have to punish
me
later.”

“I’ll give it my best thought,” he said, leveling a look at
her through half-closed eyelids. “Where are you going to tie me up?”

“Let’s see.” Bella glanced around the room, keeping her hand
on his prick. “I could tie you to the same chair we just used.”

“Can’t you be more original than that?”

“But we shouldn’t use the upholstered ones. Allesandro would
be most upset if your seed left a stain on them.”

“Then for pity’s sake,” Ian begged. “Think of something
quick or you’re going to have to drink me dry again.”

“Oh come now,” she chided. “We’ve been tupping away like
crazy all evening. You must have better control of your seed than that.”

“What if I say I want to bury my prick to its hilt in your
sweet, hot puss until all my seed explodes inside you and I cry out your name?”

His words made Bella’s decision for her. “The bed,” she
ordered. “Go lie on the bed. I don’t suppose I’ll need to use the knife to get
you to hurry.”

In answer, he ran to the bed and stretched out, propping
himself against the pillows. “Is this how you want me, sweet Bella?”

“Not quite.” Retrieving his stockings from the floor, she
joined him and allowed herself another moment to give his body a long,
appreciative stare. “It should be a crime for a man to have a body such as
yours, Ian.”

“I make no apologies for my gifts from the Almighty,” he
said. “But my cock grows impatient for you, Bella. Do your worst or your best.
You have me at your mercy.”

“Indeed I do.” She quickly tied his arms to the posters
behind his head and climbed on the bed to take his ballocks in her hands.

‘“They’re so smooth,” she praised. “It’s like they were
designed for my touch.” She bent her head to kiss them and run her tongue over
the surface.

To her delight, he began to squirm. “That feels
extraordinarily good,” he gasped. “Your tongue is quite talented.”

“It’s nothing compared to my mouth,” she boasted.

“Prove it,” he ordered.

“Oh, not yet. Not while I have you where I want you.” She
slid her hand to the base of his prick and slowly moved up to the head only to
descend his length a second time. “Do you like that?” She moved a little
faster.

“Witch!” He accused, his chest rising and falling with her
strokes. “You know I do.”

“Shall I continue to stroke you until your seed rises or—”

He shook his head. “I’d rather be inside you. And you’d
better hurry.”

“Feeling eager, are we?”

“No, I’m in agony. Please, Bella. Come to me now.”

Affection for this delightful man surged through her and she
straddled him. Her tongue traced the edge of his lips before she hovered her
mouth over his.

“I do think that kissing is one of the finest parts of
making love,” she whispered. “Don’t you think so?”

“I seem to recall we spent a quarter of an hour just kissing
when I bedded you this afternoon in those private rooms off St. James.” He brushed
his lips over her forehead and down her eyes before finding her mouth.

“And there were so many other parts of me you kissed later,”
she sighed. “I can hardly wait for you to kiss them again.”

“Yes.” Desire darkened his eyes. “But you are quite right,
my wicked, lovely Bella. The mouth is the gateway to all other pleasures. Now
would you please prove to me just how talented your mouth is?”

“It would be my pleasure.”

“Wait! You’re not wearing my shirt!”

“Oh goodness! We mustn’t forget that!” She scrambled to
retrieve it from the floor and slid her arms inside the sleeves. The fine
cambric settled over her like silk and she pivoted, spreading her arms wide.
“How do I look?”

“Like a goddess,” he said softly. “Come back to me now.”

She returned to the end of the bed and crawled forward,
opened her mouth and gently sucked his throbbing prick. Slowly, she pressed her
mouth down his length, stopping to flick her tongue along the head and tiny
opening.

“Ahhh.” Ian’s sigh of satisfaction filled her ears. “Do that
again if you don’t mind…please.”

“In a minute.” Taking his prick, she nibbled the ridge of
tissue surrounding the crown before running the tip of her tongue around it and
he squirmed beneath her.

“Good God,” he whispered.

“What were you saying earlier about praising the Lord for
the creation of the human body?” She took his prick in her mouth again,
balancing it in one hand while she leisurely sucked the head.

“I think I’m past praying,” he gasped. “Unless it’s to hold
on as long as I can.”

She grinned at him. “Do you want me to go on using my mouth
on you? Do you want to release your seed in it?”

“No. I want you to put my prick in your puss and so I can
release my seed there. Lord, Bella, but I need to be inside you now. I’ll let
you drink me on another occasion but, please, put me inside you. I need to feel
you about me.”