Page 47 of What a Courtesan Wants
He slid his fingers free of her, giving her another hard spanking to remind her of the proper way to address him.
“Bad form, Lucy,” he growled.
“I’m sorry, Sir. Please, I … I need you to fuck me.”
He wanted to, and his cock was nearly ready for her, jutting out from his body with needy insistence. But he wouldn’t, not until he saw his plan through completion. Never again would she cause him to lose control. He’d had a strategy when sending her to the bed, and he would follow through with it no matter how she begged.
He took up the slippery plug and use a hand to open her, revealing the pucker of her arse, slick with oil and beckoning to be filled. Pressing the plug against her, he began guiding it inside, murmuring to put her at ease.
“That’s it, Lucy … relax … you’re doing so well … God, what a sight you make stretched open like this … fucking hell …”
Face buried in the coverlet, she relaxed to accept the plug, gasping when the largest part of it passed through her, then sighing with relief once the entire thing was lodged inside. His cock wept at the sight of the base protruding from her, his erection now as full and hard as it could be. He took himself in hand and stroked, hissing through his teeth at how sensitive he’d become following his first spend. He poised himself just within her, hovering just on the edge of reason and madness, desire and action.
Taking a deep breath, he drew back and thrust with a rough grunt, lodging about half his cock inside her. She screamed into the counterpane, her restraints snapping taut as she pulled at them. Aubrey shuddered, gripping her buttocks and squeezing until he left fingerprints as the tight clasp of her, enhanced by the press of the plug inside her arse, bore down on him with stunning force.
“Fuck,” he ground out, drawing back and shoving home again, gaining a few more inches. “Bloody fucking hell!”
The plug made her impossibly tight, and he had to wedge himself in, dragging himself out before plunging a bit deeper, forcing her to make room for both him and the silver implement.
“Your … safe word,” he managed between ragged breaths that made his chest burn. “Use it … if you must.”
Even as he tried to make himself cold toward her, he couldn’t neglect to offer her a way out if it became too much. He couldn’t let go of the principles demanding he ensure he wasn’t giving her more than she could bear.
But, his Lucy reminded him yet again why they were so well matched, at least in the bedroom.
“No,” she whispered. “Don’t stop, sir … give me all of it … fuck me.”
He plunged, seating himself fully within her. Then, he rocked into her, nudging against her deepest places. He pulled her back into each of his thrusts, going slow at first, then with mounting speed as she eased to accommodate him.
Something within him snapped, and he fucked her with every bit of the pent-up emotion he’d kept at bay for the past three days. He gave her his anger, his sadness, his longing, drumming it all into her with hard, battering thrusts. She pulsed around him, screaming and yanking at her restraints while begging him to take her even harder, even faster. Lucinda became as mindless as him, her moans echoing from the rafters. When she asked his permission to spend, he granted it, needing her to reach her peak before he would allow himself to take that final part of her, clenched tight around the plug.
She splintered with a muttered string of curses that would have made a sailor blush, her sheath clenching tight around him and soaking him in a flood of her juices. He fucked her through every convulsion, never ceasing his pace as she mindlessly pushed her hips back to meet each of his thrusts.
He waited until her cries had quieted to mewls and sighs of satisfaction, her body going slack beneath him, before he slowly and carefully withdrew. She gasped when his cock slipped free of her, then moaned when he eased the plug out of her.
His cock still glistened from her juices, but he added a bit more of the oil for good measure. He’d waited, wanting it but needing to give her one last chance to cry her safe word. In the absence of any protest from her and the evidence of her readiness, Aubrey could wait no longer.
The wide head of his prick looked monstrous pressed against the tight passage, but she accepted him easily. The oil eased his way, and before long he was clenched tighter than he’d ever been, his cock throbbing inside her in time with the pounding beats of his heart.
“Good,” he crooned, smoothing his hands over her backside, urging her to relax. “That’s so good … relax … yes, take me, take all of me.”
He fell into a slower pace, the leisurely drag and clench of her around him nearly his undoing. She rocked back into him with every thrust, undulating her hips and fucking him back with a wild abandon he’d never before seen in her. Aubrey didn’t have the mental faculties to question it, and could only take advantage of the openness and freedom of it, quickening his strokes and pounding into her as she swayed to meet him at the perfect rhythm.
“Lucy,” he groaned, losing himself in her so completely he could no longer separate where he ended from where she began. “My God … Lucy.”
“Aubrey … Aubrey, I’m going to … please let me come!”
He couldn’t bring himself to correct her or even care when she cried out his name. Aubrey only knew she hovered on the edge of another climax, and this time he was going over it with her.
Reaching between her legs once again, he took hold of the clamp, giving it a little tug. She let out a keening cry, throwing her head back as he went on agitating the bit of metal, tugging and twisting.
“You may come now, Lucy,” he relented, just as he flicked his wrist to release the clamp.
Her climax was nearly instant, aligning with the final thrust of his hips and the jolting, wet heat of his own completion. He seated himself inside her and released with a tortured groan, nearly doubling over at the force of it.
For a long moment they remained that way, Aubrey still lodged deep in her and Lucinda trapped beneath him, her breaths harsh and uneven. His vision went dark at the edges, fatigue sapping the strength from his limbs. Her lips moved, and he assumed it was to thank him for her orgasms, but the pounding in his ears made it difficult for him to tell.
After a while, he forced his eyes open and his body into motion. He’d just meted out quite a bit of punishment, and Lucinda needed his attention. She flinched when he pulled free, but remained silent as he worked to release her from first the iron bar and ankle restraints, then the shackles tethering her to the headboard. She fell flat onto her belly with a ragged sigh, and he imagined her limbs must be quite sore.
