Page 24 of What a Courtesan Wants
Her voice wavered on those last words, a spark of fear lighting in her eyes as she granted him permission to take the one thing he’d been wanting since laying eyes on her. That sumptuous mouth beckoned to him, full and ripe, parting to let her rushed breaths in and out. Aubrey shook his head and dropped his hand from her face.
“That, I will not take from you. Not like this. I don’t want you to allow it out of guilt or some misplaced sense of needing to make up for what has happened between us. Today, we’ll begin anew, and in time if you feel as if you are ready to be kissed, you will inform me. Yes?”
Lucinda seemed momentarily speechless, but nodded her agreement anyway, her grip tightening on his thighs. He became more aware than ever of her proximity to his cock and the fantasies he’d had about experiencing the clasp of her mouth around him.
“Have you any pressing engagements this afternoon or are you free to remain for a while?” he asked, already reaching for the short row of buttons down the front of her redingote.
Heat sparked in her gaze as she realized his intent. “I have none, but won’t your niece and your employees wonder what’s taking you so long to come down?”
“Elizabeth is engrossed with finishing her latest design. Kit can be trusted to manage things for a while and the boys will do as he says. No one will disturb us.”
Seeming satisfied with this, she allowed him to unbutton her coat and then push the garment off her shoulders. The dull gray of her walking dress did nothing for her coloring, but its tailored fit worked wonders for her figure. The bodice cradled the creamy globes of her breasts, offering the barest hint of cleavage. The skirts draping about her body did little to hide the bountiful flare of her hips.
Sitting back on her haunches, she stared expectantly at him, waiting for his first command. His need surged to a painful limit at the evidence of her surrender and the endless possibilities it offered.
Slouching, he reached for his fall, opening the buttons to free the agonizing erection fighting to be free of its confines. Lucinda’s gaze fell to the dark organ jutting up from his groin, its wide head already wet and glistening. Her mouth dropped opened and she leaned in just the slightest bit, revealing that her thoughts ran along the same lines as his.
Aubrey took himself in hand and stroked, producing another pearl of moisture and smearing it with his thumb. The hunger in Lucinda’s eyes was a match for his own, and it could no longer be denied.
Angling his erection toward her waiting mouth, he uttered his first order in a throaty rasp. “Suck me.”
Lucinda acted without hesitation, swirling her tongue around his head before enveloping him in her warm, wet mouth. He gritted his teeth around a hoarse groan, his head falling against the cushioned back of the chair. Even having commanded her and expecting what she would do had not prepared him for the jolt of heat and ecstasy that washed over him at the feel of her lips and the hot stroke of her tongue. She took him in deep, angling her head just so. Hands braced on the arms of the chair, she propelled herself up and down his shaft. Her mouth clung tight to him with suction, her tongue gliding against the turgid flesh with every motion.
Not caring about her neat coiffure, he took hold of her head, tangling his fingers in the blonde locks and pumping up into her mouth. She widened her jaw, taking him until he slid into the back of her throat, never faltering in her perfect rhythm. His belly clenched, his balls drawing up tight as release hovered just within his reach. He fought it, wanting more time, more of the sucking pulls of her mouth.
He surged to his feet, pulling her hair and urging himself deeper, his hips snapping as he fucked her mouth with an abandon he’d previously held in check with other keepers. This woman needed no tutoring or care. She knew what she was about, and damn if he didn’t enjoy reaping the benefits of her previous instruction. She swallowed his cock like a dockside whore while kneeling in the finery of a lady, eyes watering as she gazed up at him, cheeks taking on a deep flush. He gasped, a violent tremor tearing through him when climax overwhelmed him with stunning force. He surrendered to it instead of fighting it, surging as deep into her as he could and letting go. She clawed at his thighs, holding on tight as she swallowed his spend, the sensation of her throat constricting around his cock adding another surge of exquisite pleasure to his release.
Taking hold of her shoulders, he pulled her to her feet and spun her away from him, pulling her back flush against his chest. His cock, its sensitivity heightened by release, pressed against her plump arse, and his heart beat wildly against her back. Reaching around to cup her breasts, he found the tight buds of her nipples and pinched them through the layers of her gown, stays, and chemise. She arched her back and moaned, pressing back against his groin and agitating his cock to wakefulness again.
“Please, Sir … fuck me.”
Aubrey took hold of her hips and ground against her, the wiggle and press of her buttocks tormenting him back to arousal.
“We have a score to settle before you’re allowed to have my cock,” he whispered into her ear before nipping at the shell with his teeth. “Go to that table there, bend over it, and lift your skirts.”
Lucinda shuddered in his hold but went to do as he bid. Her gait was a bit unsteady as she went, as if she were weak in the knees. He followed at a slower pace, finding his own legs a bit shaky in the aftermath of his climax. What he really wanted was to strip away her clothes and reveal every inch of her decadent body before tumbling her into bed for a few leisurely hours. However, the low hum of voices and activity from the shop below reminded him that their impromptu encounter would have to be hurried. Too much time upstairs with Lucinda would draw the suspicion of both his niece and his employees.
Still, he would enjoy every moment with the knowledge that he’d have time for a more thorough bedding later.
He paused halfway across the room, arrested by the sight of Lucinda laying the upper half of her body across the table and then kicking off her slippers before drawing up her skirts. His cock twitched as her legs appeared, encased in white silk stockings tied off with black garters. They were long with strong, sinewy calves, her thighs soft and plush. The smooth rounds of her arse came next, the hidden cleft between them filling him with the desire to explore her hidden passages.
“Spread your legs,” he said while reaching up to loosen the knot of his cravat.
She obeyed, offering him a glimpse of the golden curls between her thighs.
“Wider.”
Hands braced on the table, she complied, opening her legs until he could see the soft pink folds and the alluring opening to her cunt. Snatching his cravat free, he approached and set about arranging her to his liking. First, he fit the cravat into her mouth in a makeshift gag, tying it off behind her head. She bit down on the linen, staring up at him desire and need glazing her eyes. Unlike their first nights together, he could feel her connection to the moment, the uninhibited passion simmering just beneath the surface of her skin. It pleased him far more than he’d supposed it would, and Aubrey decided he would have gladly shunned his work for the day to see just how far he could push her.
“We wouldn’t want your cries to alert everyone downstairs to what I’m doing to you up here,” he said, indicating the gag. “You will snap your fingers if you need me to cease in place of your safe word.”
Nodding her understanding, she laid her head down in acquiescence. Aubrey then took hold of her hands, moving her arms behind her back and urging her to clasp her forearms. Then, he kicked her legs even wider, until she was slightly off balance, having to come up onto her toes to find purchase. The posture exposed her completely to him, leaving nothing hidden.
“Before I give you what you want, I am owed recompense for what you’ve put me through these past days,” he stated, leaving her long enough to retrieve his valise from beside the washstand.
The bag filled with his favored implements offered a wealth of possibilities, but for now he settled on the smallest of his silver plugs, bringing along a small bottle of oil.
She murmured something around her gag that sounded like ‘yes, sir’, and offered no protest as he joined her at the table once more. Her eyes darted to take in the plug, the size of an egg and shining in the light from the window. He set it right before her face, letting her inspect it while he stood over her with the phial of oil.
