Page 10 of The Lady
With the hand that had pressed down on her lower back to help hold her in place, Henry cupped her arse cheek, deliberately placing his palm over the red blotch in the center and savoring the heat emanating from her chastised skin.
The knock at the door made them both jump. She bucked on his lap, trying to straighten up. Henry dug his fingers into the soft flesh of her arse, gripping the spot he’d spanked while using his elbow to leverage her upper body back down again.
“Do not move,” he ordered, thrusting a second finger into her sweet puss for emphasis.
She made a muffled mewling noise, but her struggles stilled, her muscles squeezing his fingers tightly as she tensed.
“You are mine, remember?” he began massaging her arse cheek, his two fingers moving back and forth inside of her, stretching her open. “Mine to touch. Mine to show off if I so desire. Now, be a good girl and be still.” Turning his head in the direction of his door, he raised his voice. “Come in.”
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Lady Delilah Darling
Oh,goodness...
Was it possible to die of shame?
Because she felt on the precipice of such a death.
Her entire world felt turned upside down. The difference between where she had been this morning, waking up in her cramped, smelly room to being in a man’s bedroom, freshly spanked, with his fingersinside of her, was laughably absurd. Her fall from grace had been as swift and complete as Lucifer’s.
The sound of the door opening made her moan, and Henry’s grip on her tightened again in warning. As if she needed it. She felt utterly subjugated at his hands, and the fact she was over his lap, naked from the waist down, with his fingers invading her most intimate of spaces, while someone else came into the room, was proof of how utterly conquered she was. The skirts that had been flipped over her head covered her face, so she could not even turn to see who was looking at her privates—not that she truly wanted to, but if she could have, she did not think she would have been able to resist.
Whoever it was, did not exclaim in shock upon seeing her half-naked and over Henry’s lap. They did not cry out in horror. There was a brief silence, then the rumble of a man’s voice.
Exactly what he was saying escaped her because as he began to talk, Henry began to twist his fingers inside of her, angling his hand so he could rub up against the spot at the front of her womanhood that shattered her concentration. The fires he’d kindled were turning into a roaring bonfire, spreading through her with all the fury of a raging tempest. She moved her hips, rubbing herself against his thigh, forgetting all about the witness, forgetting about everything except the wonderful feeling growing between her thighs—the wonderful, aching, throbbing, needy feeling overtaking her entire body.
She panted underneath her skirts, growing hotter and hotter by the second. The sound of the door shutting barely impinged on her consciousness... but the removal of Henry’s fingers from her heated flesh certainly did. She cried out in protest when she had not before. She had been so close to... something. Something she needed. Something she craved, even if she did not know what.
Ignoring her, he flipped her back onto the bed, so she landed on her back, her tattered dress beneath her. She caught a glimpse of his blazing eyes before his head dipped between her thighs, his mouth falling on her womanhood. Delilah shrieked in utter shock, but Henry ignored her. Strong fingers held her thighs wide apart as he spread her wide open andlicked her.His tongue slid up the center of her flesh, and Delilah’s toes curled, her back arching in response. She reached down automatically, her fingers sliding into his hair and gripping, holding onto him for dear life as he began to feast.
“Oh... oh, no... oh, no, please...” Her cries were interspersed with the wet sounds of his tongue, lapping at her moist flesh and his low hum of growling approval when she writhed for him.
The precipice had arrived, and Delilah tumbled over its edge, falling into pleasure the like of which she’d never known. Any lingering pain from her spanking dissipated under the onslaught of ecstasy. She felt Henry suck hard, and an explosion burst inside of her.Hot bliss buffeted her from every side, wave after wave, crashing over her and submerging her in its embrace.
She was just beginning to drift down from the incredible heights of rapture when Henry lifted his mouth, shifting to kneel between her thighs. Delilah’s eyes were only half-open, her lips parted, panting for breath, watching as he unbuttoned the flap of his trousers. This was it then, was it not? While she was ignorant of many nuances to the marital act, she knew what this meant. She had lived in the country most of her life and knew how stallions mounted mares when they were in season. Even though she had not been supposed to watch, she had snuck down once and saw the huge male parts of the stallions and heard how the mares squealed when they were pierced by them.
Now, it was her turn... and her ruination would be complete. No nobleman would have her. Lady Felton would not want her back. Lord Greene would likely not take her in again, either. Not after she had run away from Felton House.
Delilah no longer cared. The future she had always thought she would have was already lost to her, stolen from her, really, by Lady Felton and the twins. Under that lady’s auspices, her prospects had been increasingly bleak. None of her gentlemen admirers had dared the dragon’s ire or the twins’ dual attention, leaving her to fend for herself.
Now, she was down to almost no choices at all, but she would rather be here than back at Felton House. She could only hope this seeming rescue did not turn as sour as her Season had, but even if it did, that was a problem for the future. In the here and now, her body was thrumming with satisfaction she’d never known possible, she was safe, and she was wanted.
Still, fear trickled through her when the flap fell away, and Delilah was able to see a human male member for the first time in her life. It did not seem so very large on Henry’s frame, but he was quite a bit bigger than her, and when she thought about him fitting it inside of her... but it was what he wanted. And he had made her feel so very good.
Bending over her again, he pressed his lips to hers, and she felt something hot and hard nudging at the entrance to her body where his fingers had just been. She felt exquisitely sensitive there in the aftermath of her pleasure. Moaning against his lips when she felt his manhood sliding up and down in her slickness. It stirred the sensations all over again, sending little tingles of reawakening passion through her. This was not so bad.
He nestled into place, then thrust forward. Delilah cried out, the sound muffled by his lips, as her body stretched to receive him. He wasmuchlarger than his fingers had been and not nearly as comfortable, despite how soft and wet she was. She squirmed beneath him, hands pushing at his chest, but he was so much larger and did not even budge. Instead, he groaned, and thrust again, sliding deeper inside, invading her. It did not hurt exactly, but it did not feel good, either.
There was something inside of her, where nothing had been before, and it felt so very odd.
She stilled beneath him, panting for breath. If this was what he wanted, she would give it to him. She already owed him so much. The discomfort was not unbearable, after all. She could endure for his pleasure since he had already bestowed hers.
One more thrust and she could feel his hard body pressing against her thighs, the swollen lips of her womanhood stretched around his rod, then he went still, pulling his lips away from hers and bending his head. Hot breath panted against her neck, and his beard tickled her skin. She shuddered, muscles instinctively clenching around him. It was becoming less uncomfortable. This was not so bad.
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The Tramp
