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Authors: Em Brown
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No! She wanted him to cease. Should she employ her word of
safety? For his caresses? Nay, she was no weakling…though her legs were
beginning to weaken under the strain. Best to bring an end to this and find
relief in that grandest of carnal ecstasies…
He returned to the flogger and slapped it across her arse.
She cried out once again. Not only did it hurt, but she was painfully aware of
the absence of his fondling. The sound of leather against flesh filled the
chamber along with her cries and groans. She began to doubt how much more she
could withstand. Doubtless the hundred pounds would not apply if she were to
use the safety word.
“Still yourself,” he growled when she shifted her weight.
“You will not want for the tails to land outside their target.”
Oddly, his command reassured her. She braced herself and
withstood the next two blows. Her body had never felt more alive. Her arse
burned alongside a carnal heat, one fueling the other, both consuming. He
whipped the tails against her bottom, making the flesh quiver. She rather hoped
he would reward her with more caresses.
Or did she? She cursed to herself.
A hundred pounds…
As she warred with herself, Rockwell grasped her hair and
pulled her into a standing position. He cast aside the flogger, walked her to
the sumptuous bedding and pushed her to her knees. He bent her over a stack of
pillows. The softness was a grateful contrast to the chair. A silky plume swept
over her rump. The simple feather could have ignited her highly sensitized
buttocks. She shivered and tried not to notice how her wetness was running down
her thighs.
She heard the rustle of his clothes being shed and
remembered how inviting his chest had looked beneath his unbuttoned shirt.
Twisting her head, she looked behind herself to see his cock spring from his
pants. Thick and hard, it was a beautiful member. She wanted it, needed it to
tame the heat inside her.
No, that will not do!
She needed to prevail with this
wager. She forced her mind to consider the soreness in her arms, the tenderness
of her derriere, the humiliation of being trussed up before this man, her most
intimate parts fully exposed and at his mercy.
“What a lovely blush adorns your arse,” he admired of his
handiwork.
And yet there was something quite titillating, exhilarating
and seductive in submitting to Lord Rockwell.
He encased his cock with a protective sheath. Partaking of
her wetness, he rubbed it upon the covering and looked at her. The dark hunger
in his eyes made her cunny throb. She straightened her head and took a deep
breath. When his cock grazed her, she gasped in delight. He sawed his erection
between her legs. Back and forth. Back and forth. As pleasurable as the action
was, she wanted more.
Take me
, she nearly shouted.
As if reading her mind, he plunged himself into her. Her
cunny clutched at his cock greedily. How marvelous he felt inside her. She would
have savored the sensation longer but her arousal, brought to a famished
height, was impatient for more. Her hips moved of their own volition. He moved
his own in rhythm to hers until he was thrusting deeper and deeper into her.
She moaned her appreciation.
Yes…
No.
She managed to calm her hips. With her mind she tried to
extinguish the fire consuming her. The effort made her feel as if her body
would twist itself inside out.
He reached around her and pinched a nipple. The sensation
shot straight to her cunny. He continued his thrusting and gently slapped a
buttock. He groped the orb, his large hand covering her flesh. She had never
thought such attentions to her arse would prove so provocative. He circled his
hand around her hip for her clitoris, stroking the engorged nub as he pumped
his cock in and out of her.
No, no, no…yes…no…yes!
Desire vibrated with unbearable intensity within her. The
tide pushed against her now meager wall of resistance and her body shattered
into a thousand pieces. She cried out as the waves washed over her. Spasms
rippled through her limbs, jerking her against him. She vaguely heard him grunt
and felt his thrusts quicken before he fell atop her, his weight pushing her
into the pillows. They lay, their bodies still joined, taking in air as they
sank back to earth.
* * * * *
A full sennight had passed since her visit with Lord
Rockwell and still her cheeks flushed when she recalled their assignation. For
days she could not sit without feeling the flogger upon her arse.
Applying a balm to the affected area, he had murmured, “Well
done, Miss Herwood.”
Despite having lost the wager, she had felt quite satisfied
with herself. She had not required her safety word. Her body had been pushed to
limits she had never thought possible. The whole experience had been
unworldly
.
With tenderness, he had removed her bonds and rubbed her
sore arms as she lay against him, her body spent. And that too proved
pleasurable. She would have been content to fall asleep in his arms but for the
need to return before the household awoke. He had attended to her toilette with
the air of a gentleman, notwithstanding what he had just done to her.
“I presume my debt to be disposed of?” she had inquired
before departing.
His eyes had glimmered. “Indeed.”
“Then I bid you good evening—or good day, rather.”
“Good day, Miss Herwood.”
He had lifted her hand to his lips. The kiss had sent the
embers of desire flaring and she would have been tempted to stay if he had
asked her to.
“Oh that I could have a new ribbon for my bonnet. This one
has lost its color and is more white than pink.”
Her aunt’s voice broke into her reverie.
Deana studied the petticoat she was mending for the fourth
time. Perhaps she should have tried harder to win the hundred pounds from Lord
Rockwell. She would not have minded another hand at cards with the man—and she
was unsure whether she would prefer to win or lose against him.
She looked outside the drawing room window at the setting
sun. It was almost the time when she would make her way to the gaming hell. The
first few days she had looked for Rockwell often but he had not appeared. She
could not help some disappointment at first. But why would a man like him seek
her out again? He owed her nothing, not even a letter. They had said their
farewell.
So she ought to turn her mind toward her customary pursuits
and the constant goal of winning enough at cards to pay for the food upon their
table. Her encounter with Lord Rockwell would be relegated to the past, an
isolated exchange but one she would not look back upon without fondness.
“Dear, I hope it not be the creditors,” her mother bemoaned.
Engrossed in her thoughts, Deana had not heard the knock at
the door. She put down her sewing.
“I shall see to it.”
She opened the door to a messenger holding a brown paper
package.
“For Miss Herwood,” the young man said.
Looking at her name upon the package, her heartbeat
quickened. She recognized the hand. After thanking the boy, she quickly stole
upstairs. In the privacy of her room, she carefully untied the string. She
peeled back the wrapping and, lying in the middle of red and orange silks was a
familiar ivory elephant with ruby eyes. Heart pounding, she picked it up
gently. Beneath the elephant lay a simple note.
For a most pleasurable evening.
Smiling, she returned the elephant tenderly to the silk. A
pleasurable evening indeed. Losing a hand at cards had never proved more
delightful.
About Em Brown
Em Brown is a multi-published author who enjoys writing both
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Georgian and Regency periods. What’s not to like about men in tight-fitting
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