Page 46 of What a Courtesan Wants
“Which will it be?” he urged, pausing before her and detecting the rapid thrum of her pulse in her throat. “Have you come on business … or have you come to be fucked?”
She searched his gaze for a moment before answering, seeming to wrestle with herself. Aubrey told himself he didn’t care if she turned around and left him, putting an end to this evening as well as their association. But he still couldn’t help holding his breath while waiting for her response. If she turned her back on him now, he might just go after her, drag her back into this room and set about seducing her so thoroughly she’d forget about her earlier reticence.
But, Lucinda decided to take what he was offering, the only thing he was capable of giving her at the moment. Pulling free a hat pin, she took it off and tossed it onto a nearby table—the same one he’d bent her over while spanking her with his riding crop. She made quick work of her spencer, peeling the little jacket off her shoulders and dropping it to the floor.
Then, she was kicking off her slippers and sinking to the floor, hands clasped behind her back and head lowered. His cock surged against the placket of his trousers as he gazed down at her bowed head and the press of her breasts against her bodice. Relief swept over him at being presented with an outlet for his turbulent emotions, succor for his yearning body.
He reached out with one hand to grasp her chin. Aubrey wasn’t gentle, didn’t have it in him to be as he lifted her head until she looked at him, his fingers biting into her jaw.
“Go to the bed. Face down, arse up, skirts raised. Don’t speak.”
If he allowed her to talk, she could say something that would hurt him or give him hope. He wanted neither of those things, had room inside himself for nothing but lust tonight. He had at least an hour before Benedict would come for him, plenty of time to take what he wanted and give her what she’d come for.
She rose to do his bidding, head held high, hips swaying beneath her dark skirts. He held back, determined that she would follow his every command before he would give her pleasure. If she would give him nothing else, she would give him obedience.
Aubrey ripped at his clothes as he approached the bed, freeing his cock from the confines of his trousers. The organ throbbed as her arse appeared from beneath the confines of her skirts. She rested on her knees, her upper body falling forward as he had commanded, her head buried in the space between her arms.
Aubrey found his valise at the foot of his bed and rifled through it.
“Remind me of your safe word, for I think you may find yourself needing it tonight.”
She trembled at his threat, but spoke without hesitation, her words muffled by the counterpane.
“Jasmine, Sir.”
“Very good.”
He made quick work of arranging her the way he wanted, using an iron bar with shackles affixed to each end to capture her ankles and spread her legs to the width he desired. The unrelenting rod would keep her from moving or closing her thighs to him, leaving her vulnerable to his every whim. Then, he used another set of shackles and a chain to tether her to the headboard, trapping her at the center of the bed. He pushed her gown further up her back, taking a moment to fill his hands with her buttocks, kneading and squeezing the soft flesh until it pinked, just begging for the slap of his hand.
Before he could let himself indulge in that particular pleasure, he wanted her as close to the edge as possible. He wanted her begging for his cock in the same desperate way he’d begged her to love him. Going back into his valise, he retrieved a solitary clamp and the largest of his plugs along with the bottle of oil. Tonight, he would have every part of her she had surrendered when kneeling at his feet, his due when she’d denied him everything else.
She gasped when he slipped two fingers into her cunt, finding her already primed for him, wet and throbbing. Lucinda rocked into his thrusts as much as her restraints allowed, which he promptly put a stop to with a crack of his palm against her arse.
“Hold still. You will lie there and take every bit of what I have to give you … and if you spend before I allow it, there will be hell to pay.”
His words only seemed to heighten her pleasure, her thighs shuddering and her hips raising a bit before she went still, letting him fuck her with his fingers. She released an annoyed huff when he pulled them free, but then moaned when he pressed the slick tips against her clit. He circled the distended button with slow caresses, giving her enough that it would feel good, but not enough to bring her off. She struggled to remain still, but did an admirable job of following his directive, letting him tease her into readiness for what he had in mind.
She cried out when he applied the clamp, the silver glistening in the light of the lamps. He pushed his fingers into her again, and she forgot herself, groaning and arching her back, trying to urge him deeper, harder, faster. He tore his fingers from her and spanked her again, four rapid slaps alternated on each of her upturned cheeks as she wailed in both pleasure and agony.
“If you cannot obey, then I will not allow you to come. If you want the cock you came here for, then you will control yourself.”
“Yes, Sir … forgive me, Sir,” she whispered, trembling in the snare of her restraints, but otherwise going still.
He moved away from the temptation of her exposed cunt and knelt at her head, taking hold of her hair and pulling until her face came into view. Her eyes were already unfocused and glazed with desire, her cheeks flushed as pink as her buttocks.
“Open,” he commanded before thrusting at her mouth.
She parted her lips on a guttural sound of hunger, her tongue darting out to lap at his head before he shoved his cock in. He dropped his head back as she enveloped him in wetness and heat, the tight pull of her sucking lips stealing the breath from his lungs. He fucked her mouth in a mindless fit, his hold on her hair brutal and the snap of his hips merciless. She was just as ruthless, giving him every bit of the finesse and skill she possessed. She seemed as determined to torment him as he was to master her, sucking him hard and deep, dipping her tongue into his slit and enveloping him until he felt as if he’d get lost in the depths of her mouth and throat.
He hovered too close to the edge to exercise his usual control, his balls drawing up tight and the simmering of imminent release becoming too much to bear. He gritted his teeth and fought for more time, but found he couldn’t hold it back any longer. She let out a surprised moan around his cock as he jerked and spasmed, shooting his seed into her mouth in hot, stomach-clenching spurts. Lucinda swallowed every drop, the convulsions of her tongue and throat heightening his finished until he felt as if she had drained the very soul from his body.
He wrenched away from her with a ragged gasp, struggling to stand on shaking legs. Lucinda peered up at him, her lips glistening and her eyes heavy-lidded. Her body heaved with every deep breath she drew in, the scent of her arousal tempting him back toward desire. His cock stirred against his thigh, ravenous and demanding as he rounded the bed to retrieve his plug and his oil. She craned her neck to watch him, eyes going wide at the sight of the large silver sphere he intended to lodge inside her arse. He’d been gradually preparing her to take his cock, and she had accepted every one of his plugs save for this one, the largest in the lot. She whimpered, biting her lip as he coated it with oil, lubricating his fingers for good measure before resuming his position kneeling behind her.
“Eyes down,” he rasped, holding fast to the plug with one hand while aiming the fingers of the other between her buttocks. “You can take this one just as you took the others. Breathe and relax.”
She followed his instructions as he pried at her tight back opening, the flesh giving way to let him in. Drawing in a sharp breath, she let it out on a mewling sound of pleasure as he stroked through the taut ring of flesh, exercising the patience needed to stretch and prime her. His cock began to rise again, desperate to be inside the one part of her he had yet to claim, his blood taking up a roaring rush within his ears. His first climax had taken a bit of the edge off, making it easier for him to take his time, adding a second finger to the first and drawing another cry from her. He cupped her mons with his other hand, pinching and pressing against the clamp as the heat and wetness of her soaked his palm.
“Aubrey!” she sobbed, her toes curling and her legs tensing. “I’m going to … I can’t … please …”
