Page 61 of The Damsel
“I warned you” she purred, letting the crop trail up his cock to the tip, then back down to caress his balls. “But, this was what you wanted, wasn’t it? To push and push and push until I broke. Do you see what pushing earns you, Robert?”
He flinched when she lifted the crop and brought it down on the inside of one thigh. He groaned when she hit him again on the opposite leg, then jolted when she returned to abuse the brilliant red stain from her first strike. All the while, his cock stood high and proud, thick and seeping with his seed.
He mumbled something around the cravat, his eyes glassy and unfocused now, his head sagging until his chin touched his chest. Forcing him back up by his chin, she snatched the cravat free of his mouth and tossed it aside.
“What was that?” she taunted.
He met her gaze and leaned forward as much as his shirt would allow. They were nearly nose to nose now, his breath racing against her cheek as his gaze dropped to her lips.
“More,” he rasped.
A slow, aching throb began between her legs, her breasts growing heavy as her nipples tightened to an almost painful degree. She’d been all but torturing him, and the fool could only beg her for more?
“Haven’t you ever wondered why no other man will do when it comes to your needs?” he said when she did not respond, his voice strained by his shallow breaths. “Why you’ve allowed me into your bed time and time again? It is the same reason I am ruined for all other women. I am your match, Cass … and you are mine. We are two sides of the same coin, and no amount of denial on your part will change that. So, do your worst. I want it all … your anger, your pain, your sadness. I can take it.”
So, she gave it to him, not bothering to push the cravat back into his mouth as she went back to punishing him, using the crop against his chest, his nipples, his thighs, even the backs of his knees when he twisted in an instinctive move to avoid the blows. Then, she aimed the crop between his legs with a lighter hand, landing it against the low hanging target of his bollocks. His face reddened from the roar he held in, his head falling back against the post as she followed it with another tap against the reddened head of his cock. She leaned in to clap a hand over his mouth just before he screamed, the sound muffled by her palm. His eyes began to water as he met her gaze, the depths awash in both agony and ecstasy. Her hands shook from the force of this thing pulsing between them, raw and elemental and undeniable. She wanted him now more than ever, and the erection leaking droplets of his mettle onto her hand as she touched him proved he wanted her, too … despite the pain, or even because of it.
He moaned against her hand, his skin hot to the touch from the fire she’d lit in him with her crop. He thrust into the circling sheath of the fingers, leaning forward so that his forehead rested against hers. She removed her hand from his mouth and used it to tease one of his reddened nipples, wrenching a strangled cry from deep within him.
She released his cock and played her fingers over his skin, finding the places on his chest and thighs that had been marked and pressing down on them. He squirmed against her, groaning and sighing as she alternated between stroking his inflamed skin to offer relief, and agitating it with slight pressure here and there.
Cassandra could have toyed with him this way for hours, watching the part of his plush lips as he drew in a sharp breath, seeing the glimmer in his eyes as she touched and explore him in a way she never had. But, after a while it was no longer enough. She needed more from him—his mouth, his hands, his cock inside her. She’d worked herself into a frenzy beating him with her crop, and now nothing could bring her satisfaction other than claiming and owning him in the most primitive of ways.
She untied his hands from the post, giving him only a moment to shake off the shirt and work the feeling back into his fingers. Taking him by the shoulder, she dug her fingers in and forced him down to his knees. Then, she motioned for him to unlace her boots. While he got to work, she began unbuttoning her own clothing. She removed the waistcoat she’d donned over her shirt, then opened her fall.
“Here is where you belong,” she said while stepping out of her loosened boots. “On your knees.”
He kept his rapt gaze upon the opening of her breeches, hands freezing in the midst of removing her stockings. He released a deep sigh at the sight of her cunt, now exposed by the open flap. Leaning forward with one hand still wrapped around her calf, he nuzzled her mound, flicking his tongue at the inner flesh. She shuddered at the heat that tongue stroke sent suffusing through her body.
He pulled away and glanced up at her, his fingers caressing down her leg as he pulled her stocking down. “Yes, but only for you. Always for you.”
The impact of his words was immediate, quickening her pulse and making the need to possess him all the more acute. He was hers, even when she chased him away, even when she tried to convince herself she neither wanted nor needed him.
But, he’d been right; no one else would do, and there could be no resisting with him here, staring up at her with his bright blue eyes so filled with earnestness and desperate need. As much as he craved her cruel depravity, she craved his exquisite submission. Denying it had been futile, as here she stood giving in to the desires and sadistic impulses she inspired in him.
Letting him help her out of the breeches, she then made quick of removing her shirt, standing naked before him. He traced his gaze over her with reverence and awe, as if kneeling before the altar of a goddess. She accepted her tribute, taking a fistful of his golden curls and urging him between her legs. He came to her eagerly, crawling closer on his knees and burying his face in her cunt with muffled moan. His tongue slipped between her lower lips, pressing against her clit with stunning accuracy. She threw her head back, tightening her hold on his hair and undulated against his mouth. The wet heat and rough rasp of his licks sent ripples of pleasure through her body.
He slid his palms down her thighs, squeezing one and then lifting it, draping her leg over his shoulder to open her up. His tongue darted inside of her, swirling and plunging deep, his teeth gently scraping against the distended, pulsing bud at her center. She bit back another cry, hips bucking and her insides going up in flames as he went at her as if determined to devour her whole, licking up every drop of wetness he coaxed from within her. She shattered when he latched onto her clit, sucking with strong, merciless pulls that caused her legs to shake. He cupped her buttocks and held her in place, circling his tongue against her sensitive nub and drawing out her explosive ending.
She hauled him to his feet by his hair, then pushed him onto the bed. He went down with a little huff, coming up on his elbows to watch as she freed him from the tangle of his boots and breeches.
She couldn’t get to him fast enough, crawling over him before he’d gotten a chance to pull his legs up onto the bed. Straddling him, she took hold of his face and claimed his mouth, plunging her tongue in and feeding off the taste of her own arousal still lingering on his lips. He wrapped an arm around her waist and slid farther up the bed, taking her with him until they were stretched out, chest to chest and pelvis to pelvis, limbs entangled and lips locked. He threaded his fingers through her hair and held her close, returning her ravaging kiss with his own fervor, sucking and nipping at her lips. He nudged a leg between hers to part them, fitting her over his cock so all it would take was one stroke to enter her, to give them both the thing they wanted most.
He tightened his grip on her hair and pulled, lifting her head so she looked him in the eye.
“Take me,” he whispered, his lips brushing against hers. “I’m yours, Cass.”
She took him inside her with one swift motion, the way made slick by the attentions of his tongue. Bracing her hands on his chest, she rocked against him, rolling her hips and using the friction of his body to stimulate her clit with each motion. He took hold of her arse and urged her faster, harder, his hips raising to meet her every downward motion. She threw her head back and gave herself over to the moment, pushing aside the last of her anger and resistance.
Tomorrow, she had a mission to carry out, a vendetta to see through to the end. Tonight, she could have Robert—without thought, without worry, without reservation or fear. She’d already given it all to him, branding it into his skin for them both to see and feel. Now there was only this.
His tongue stroked a hot path from one breast to the other, then his lips latched on to suckle, drawing her nipple in deep and sending twinges of ecstasy straight to her core. She clutched his head and held him against her, burying her face in his curls and drinking in his scent, the feel of him against her, inside her.
The bite of his teeth against the tip of her breast sent a lightning strike of heat and pleasure straight to her core.
“Robert,” she groaned, arching her back in wordless plea for more.
He met her gaze, cupping her breasts with both hands while her movements atop him became more erratic, her explosive ending lingering just within reach. He planted his feet on the mattress and used it for leverage, quickening his own thrusts inside of her.
