Seducing the Regency Dom (8 page)

"Happy." Susanna licked her fingers one by
one and then moved her hand to her quim. "Do I show you how I come,
Sir?"

Tony worked out how long it would take to get to
their destination. Less than five minutes. She could restrain herself until
then.

"Oh no, Xiao
Māo
,
that is something you will
not
do.
Not until I give you leave. But you will bring yourself to the edge. And tell
me how you feel."

"What?" Her voice came out as a squeal.
 
"Tell
you what I feel as I touch myself?"

"Was that not what I said?" Was he coming
over too harshly? Tony decided he might as well go for what he wanted. One way
or another their future would be decided in the next few hours. "Either do
it or cry 'ting'. The choice is yours. If, as you say you really wish to be
mine in this manner you know that. As you know I'll push you ever further. Now,
we have but a few minutes to our destination. I wish to see your fingers inside
you, and to see the evidence of your arousal on them when I ask to be shown. Do
we continue?"

He held his breath. Out of the corner of his eye, he
wanted Susanna to move her hand away from her cunt. His heart thudded. It seemed
his demand was one step too far.

The touch of her finger on his lips was a surprise.
"There is the evidence, Sir." She moved her hand to slip one finger inside
his lips. Her sweet creamy juices tantalized his taste buds. Tony sucked on the
digit, and then let her remove it slowly. His lips held on until with a soft
pop, she took her hand away and moved it back to stroke her cunt.

"Thank you, Xiao
Māo
. Now take care, this bend is tight,
and the drive rutted. I must get it seen to." He maneuvered the carriage
around the dense bushes and up a narrow track. "Tell me what you're doing.
I can't look, so I need to hear you vocalize your actions."

"Ah." Her voice was breathy. "Well I
have one finger inside myself. And it… it sets up tingles I want to let grow. I
want to begin to fall into that delicious state where I shudder and shout and,
and I need…"

Tony pulled the horse to a halt outside a well-kept
garden, which surrounded a neat house, and looked toward her. "If you come,
I'll spank your arse until it resembles the color of the rose bush in this
garden."

Susanna moaned and he saw her fingers move deeper
inside her channel. "Open your eyes, and tell me what you want?"

"To obey you, but if spanking is the
punishment, I may well decide to disobey instead."

 
Tony took
hold of her hand, and pulled it away from her quim. "Do you want to be spanked?
Tell me honestly. No, wait one moment." He jumped down from the carriage.

"Let me tether the horses. Someone will be
along soon to take them to the stable. No," Susanna began to cover
herself. "I said soon, not yet. Will you come inside?" He tied the horses
in front of a water trough, and walked to her side of the carriage.

"Well?"

"Well, if I don't I'll come outside,"
Susanna said and burst out laughing. "How can you make me giggle when I'm
so churned up? What are we doing?"

Tony put his hands round her waist and lifted her
down. Her dress brushed his pantaloons as it fell down and hid her delights
from view.
 
Her breath feathered over his
cheek as he held her close to him.

"Sparring with words?" He slid her down
the length of his body, and heard her gasp as his cock stroked her cunt. As her
feet touched the ground, Tony took her arm. "Will you enter my hunting
lodge?"

"I feel I'm the one hunted, but I will do so
gladly. If then I may come."

He took hold of her hair and tugged so her head came
up, and she looked him in the eyes. They sparkled with glints of silver in
their depths. She looked, he decided, rather happy.

"I will let you come—when I say so. Now, tell
me honestly. If I say to you, Xiao
M
ā
o
, I wish
to tie you to a special bench, cover your eyes and use my riding crop on your
delectable
arse
, and fuck you in both of your
welcoming channels. Tell you I wish to decorate your beautiful skin in wax, and
watch you struggle not to come as each drop caresses your skin. Send tiny stings
of red-hot awareness, with the tip of my sword, and create patterns that are
for us alone. And add this is me, I need this, what would you say?" He
knew his tone was somber. This was more important than anything else he'd asked
of her. Tony was under no illusions many would see him as perverted and
sadistic. He hoped Susanna could see past that and into the world they could
inhabit together. He loosened his grip on her hair, and she took two steps away
from him, to stand by the door of the lodge.

"In here?"

Tony nodded and leaned past her to lift the latch
and usher her through the doorway and into the wide hall beyond.

“And when would you expect this, my lord?"

"Today, starting now.
For unbeknownst to
you, our respective parents will not expect us back until late in the day. They
think we have the perfect chaperones in Stephen and Jane. Who I am pleased to tell
you, are nowhere near here, but enjoying some quality time together,
alone."

He closed the door behind them, and stood waiting in
the middle of the room. It was bare except for an exquisite Chinese rug, and
two large Chinese urns that flanked the marble fireplace. A fire blazed in the
hearth.
Even though it was mild outside the thick walls of
the building encouraged the need for a fire.
Apart from which, it was
welcoming. Tony had hoped they might end up here and had arranged for the fire
and for refreshments to be ready. He had the keys to his playroom in his
pocket, and knew the bed would be made up. All he needed now was Susanna's agreement.

Susanna turned in a circle and looked at him.

"Do you have everything set up? Here?"

"Of course.
All I need is for you
to agree to play."

"Ah, so it's mere playing?"

He shook his head and took a deep breath.
"No,' tis more than that.
It would be our life
together. We're going to wed it seems, but it should be on our terms, don't you
think?"

Susanna reddened, and bit her nail. "Is that an
offer? Because I think I'll accept before you hear what I have to say. I best
come clean. I thought to entice you.
To catch your interest
by asking you not to offer for me.
You see, I knew I’d need more than
plain, 'here it is, that is it, and sleep well'. I know what Jane and Stephen
enjoy. Jane and I have few secrets. And I know that it is for me."

"All of it? If I tell you to strip and walk
into that room," he pointed to his left, "you'll go without
question."

She looked surprised and he saw curiosity, and
interest in her face. "Well I trust you, I know my safe words, and I need
to come. So do I strip here?
This minute?
Can we do it
now? Oh I mean, yes, please, Sir." Her hands went to her spencer, undid it
and dropped it on the floor. "Will you unbutton my dress?"

He stopped her talking by holding her chin with one
hand and covering her mouth with the other.

"In our playroom.
 
Xiao M
āo
, shall we begin our life together?
With
a spanking?
Continue with wax?"

She wriggled her arse at him. "I'm so happy,
Sir. I thought you'd never ask."

"I'm not asking, love, I'm telling."

"Yes, Sir."

“Therefore."
Tony kissed her nose
before he released the complicated knot in her hair. He turned her around and
slowly undid the tiny buttons that outlined the elegant length of her spine.
Underneath she wore no chemise, and to his delight, no new fangled drawers that
some women had taken to wearing.

"No drawers, that's good. Never wear them. I
accept at times a chemise may be necessary, but drawers are not."

"My mama says they are vulgar," Susanna
said. "I myself can't see their point, for they cover nothing important
and I've been told they bunch up around your waist. The drawstring gets
knotted, and they are scratchy and uncomfortable. No, you have no needs for
that diktat, my lord."

"Good." He released her hair from the net
that held it close to her scalp, and ran his fingers through the tresses. "That's
better. Whenever we are alone, I expect your hair loose and caressing your
skin. Whenever possible you will be naked. That will happen often here. My
servants are well trained and will never disturb us. So, if you're happy, go in
there. Strip and wait for me. Do you remember how I said I would like to see
you? On your knees, head bent?"

"With my hands behind my
back?
I remember."

“Then do it."

Chapter
Ten

It's going to happen.
It really is going to happen.
Susanna dipped her head, inordinately pleased at his
murmured, "Good girl, Xiao
Māo
." She turned her back on him, and he chuckled
huskily.

"Soon you'll leave by facing me. No turning
your back on me unless at my command.
Unless of course it is
an invitation to test my riding crop on your arse."

She spun round and pressed her legs together. Her
dress, no longer held together began to slip down her arms and back.
"R…riding crop?" She wasn't sure how she felt about that.

"Don't
worry,
we'll
work up to it gradually, perhaps on our honeymoon."

Susanna blinked and gulped. She would never understand
how the thought of pain could bring such pleasure. Would the reality live up to
her imagination?
"Yes, Sir, perhaps."
She
sounded unsure.

Tony chuckled. "It will be good," he said.
"If not you have your safe word. However, for now we'll do something I
feel you are well ready for. Move. You have three minutes or my hand will tan
your arse, for punishment not pleasure, and I assure you they are two very
different things in my world."

She moved. Some imp encouraged her to step backward,
and hope she made it though the doorway without banging her elbow on the
doorjamb, or stubbing her toe on the wooden skirting board.

To her relief she succeeded without any mishaps, and
found herself in a most unusual room. As much as she wanted to take her time to
stare, Susanna was mindful of Tony's words. A pleasure spanking interested her.
A punishment one did not. She well remembered the way her father punished her
brother. Susanna spared a brief thought for Simon, her sweet and gentle brother
who perished at Waterloo. He hadn't deserved his punishments or his early
demise.

Now though, she couldn't allow herself to remember
such sad things. She had other things to concentrate on. What was it Tony had
demanded of her? Ah yes, stripped and on her knees.

It took Susanna scant seconds to shrug out of her
dress and let it slide down her body to pool in a heap on the floor. She looked
at it doubtfully, but her governess's diktat rang in her head. "
Pick it up, shake it out, hang it carefully.
Good materials cost good money.
" With an inward grimace she did so,
using a rail along one wall to hold the garment. Susanna glanced around. She
let her eyes skip over some contraptions, which were alien to her. Goodness
knows what they were used for, but hopefully she'd get the chance to find out
at some point.

A soft cushion in front of a
large,
and somewhat unusual chair took her attention. The chair had thick material
wads pointing away from it in various places and long padded arms. The cushion
however curled up at each side, and was long and rectangular. It looked as if
it would allow her lower limbs to be pillowed.

Should she face the chair or
away?
Was it indeed where she needed to be?
Stop
second-guessing yourself. Tony will make allowances for your ignorance this
time.
Mind made up, she knelt on the cushion facing the chair and let her
head, and her hair, fall forward. Once she was settled as best she could,
Susanna clasped her arms behind her over the base of her spine, and took a deep
breath to try and calm her nerves, and slow her racing pulse.

The loud sonorous tick of a clock somewhere
nearby,
seemed to match the beat of her heart. A faint smell
of beeswax tickled her nostrils and Susanna froze. Tony had mentioned wax on
her skin.
Surely not?
The last time she'd
inadvertently dripped her candle over her arm it had hurt like Hades, and left
a scar. Absently she scratched the spot, just above her wrist where a faint red
mark still remained.

"Don't do that." Tony had entered the room
unheard and unnoticed by her. His voice was harsh. "I reiterate: the only
person to mark you is me. And I will do it in such a way you will beg for
more."

Susanna jumped and let go of her arm. She moved her
head and his next command stopped her.