Page 72 of A Duke for Stealing
CHAPTER NINETEEN
Take her slowly. Hold yourself back. Do not scare her.
Everett whispered the words to himself over and over again as he removed his clothing and grabbed the crop and flogger. His body was positively vibrating with arousal as he got onto the bed behind Rose and positioned himself on his knees.
His cock was heavy, hard, and aching, but he knew no matter how much he wanted to, he could not sink himself into her. Not yet. Not until she got the experienceshewanted from the Masquerade.
Dropping the flogger, Everett raised the crop’s tip to the back of Rose’s neck and gently ran it down her spine.
“Oh my God,” Rose breathed as she tossed her head back. “Oh my God,”
Everett smirked as he swirled the tip of the crop over her left buttock.
“What is it, Rose?” He asked. “Describe it to me.”
“I…I don’t understand,” she panted, her raised hands trembling against the wall, “How I can feel so much from so little a touch.”
Satisfaction surged through him at her words.
“I will make a mess of you, Rose,” he stated, gliding the tip of the crop from the bottom of her perfect spine to the top. It was what he loved. Teasing to the point of insanity with his authoritative air- then taking everything his partner released with possessive and explosive strokes.
She shivered again, the lithe muscles of her back tensing and releasing at the touch of the crop. He brought it back and expertly flicked his wrist. Not too much, just enough to snap across the supple flesh of Rose’s backside.
The sound of the rigid tool cracking against the softness of Rose’s flesh, followed by her sharp gasp, was enough to have him throw the crop to the ground and take her right there- but he didn’t. Instead, he drew it back again, and with another flick of his wrist, he delivered another snap. Not too much, just enough to deliver a small, stinging bite.
He repeated the motion again and again, giving her a few seconds in between each snap so that the bite of pain wouldcool before he would strike again. He didn’t go harder, didn’t go faster. This was an introduction to his world, and for Rose, he wanted it to be perfect.
“Talk to me, Rose,” Everett commanded when each of her cheeks was peppered with little red splashes. “Tell me how you are feeling.”
Rose shook her head at first, as if words were hard for her.
“I do not understand how this feels so good,” she breathily replied after a moment. “How such a sting could be so…so wonderful.”
Everett tossed the crop off the bed and moved directly behind, pressing his hard body against her back as he covered her neck with kisses and massaged her reddened backside.
“It is all about knowing yourself. Knowing what you can handle.”
Rose shivered then sagged into his body, unwittingly teasing his cock mercilessly as the movement pressed him between her cheeks.
“I want to handle you.”
Her bold, whispered words sent a fire scorching through Everett’s veins, and he had to force himself away from her to stop himself from repositioning his hips and taking her. His aching only amplified as Rose whimpered woefully at the loss ofbody. He’d done this to show her what he liked. To show her how it felt to be teased into mindless need- but he’d also done so to himself.
“I need a minute,” Everett panted, leaving the bed.
Rose turned to him at once, her brows drawn down with worry. She moved her hands to the wall and came to him, putting a hand over his pounding heart.
“Did I do something wrong?” She asked.
Wrong?!
“Oh, Rose,” he groaned, trying to breathe through his need. He pressed his hands to her cheeks and laid his forehead against hers. “You did nothing wrong. You are perfect.”
Her brow tensed as her eye searched his.
“Then I do not understand,” she replied, “What is the matter?”
She was so blasted innocent he could not take it. How could she not know? How could she not see that it was she who had him feeling this way?
