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At Aubrey’s raised eyebrows, she gave him a sheepish smile. “Magnus frequented it before we were wed. He … he took me there during the first months of our marriage so I could observe the masters at work. He wanted me to make an informed decision about what I was getting myself into by agreeing to allow him to instruct me. Funny that we never encountered you there.”
“That is because, after observing those same masters and coming to make the acquaintance of Millicent, I underwent private instruction. She introduced me to Lord Ashton, the marquis. Do you know of him?”
“He was a friend of Magnus. There isn’t a dominant in London who doesn’t know him. Did he train you?”
“He did, and I am grateful. I came to find that certain urges I had—this predilection for taking charge and commanding submission were a part of some deeper aspect of my character. I could enjoy myself just fine with a woman without the rules and practices, but …”
“I understand. It has been the same for me ever since Magnus introduced me to submission. I found it liberating to surrender control. It was easier to let all my preconceived notions about what was proper fall away when I had vowed to follow his commands to the letter or suffer punishment.”
Aubrey slid forward in his seat, reaching a long arm out to her. She met him in the middle, sighing as he cupped her face, his thumb stroking her cheek.
“And how well you submit when you allow yourself to.”
“You make it difficult to resist,” she confessed, the darkness and close confines of the carriage making it easier for her to admit such things.
He took hold of her arms, urging her to the floor between his knees, his hands fumbling at the fall of his breeches. Her mouth watered at the appearance of his cock, rigid as stone and standing straight up from his lap, the dark, smooth skin gleaming in the moonlight.
“I find you quite irresistible, as well, you know,” he said, taking hold of his cock and giving it a slow, teasing stroke. “I’ve always been known for my control, my will. But I find those things difficult to cling to when I’m with you, Lucy. You drive me mad.”
She followed his silent command when his hand came to the back of her head, urging her closer. The stimulation of the clamps had faded as she’d grown accustomed to them, forgetting them during their conversation. Their presence made themselves known again as she knelt with his cock sliding toward the back of her throat, her thighs clenching as the persistent drumbeat of her heart translated to a throbbing between her legs. Aubrey groaned, gripping her chignon and thrusting deeper. She relaxed her jaw and let him in, the rocking of the carriage and the rise and fall of his hips establishing the perfect rhythm.
“No,” he choked out when he caught her reaching between her legs to touch herself, to press against her aching, yearning cunt. “You will not make yourself spend. Your orgasms belong to me, Lucy. Me alone.”
She issued a muffled sound of desperation around his cock, but he only fucked her mouth harder and faster, his breaths harsh. Lucinda braced her hands on his thighs instead, giving herself over to wringing those sounds of satisfaction from deep within him.
When he pulled her up into his lap, she went without hesitation, helping him jerk her skirts up and positioning herself over him. He snatched at the back of her gown, pulled down her bodice and then began tearing at her stays. Lucinda panted and groaned, driven wild by the press of his cock at her opening—slick with want of him.
He reached into her chemise, cupping one breast and circling his thumb over her clamped nipple, while his other hand slipped beneath her skirts to take hold of her hip. He surged against her, giving her the barest inch before pausing, steadily plying her sore, sensitive nipple.
“Tell me what you want, Lucy,” he whispered, kissing along the side of her neck and up toward her ear.
“Your cock,” she groaned, hips undulating to invite him deeper inside. She pulsed around him, her body begging him for what he denied. “Please, Sir. Give me your cock.”
He released the first clamp, then covered the throbbing nipple with his lips. The rushing tingle mingled with the hot strokes of his tongue to heighten her need until she gripped his shoulders to remain upright, shudders wracking her from head to toe.
Aubrey thrust, giving her a bit more, but still withholding most of his length, his mouth steadily suckling at her breast. She writhed and thrashed atop him, hand clasped tight to the back of his neck. Lucinda felt as if she’d die for need of him, as if she could barely draw air into her lungs for the anticipation of the moment he chose to give her all of him.
“Sir, please,” she tried again, fighting against the tight grip of the hand at her hip keeping her from sinking down onto him. “I can’t wait anymore. Fuck me.”
He tore his mouth from her breast, kissing his way to the other before taking the second clamp between his teeth and using them to release her other nipple. He fastened his mouth onto the hardened bud at the same time he surged his hips, simultaneously urging her downward. They came together with a duet of hoarse cries, Aubrey’s muffled by her breast in his mouth. He took hold of her hips and urged her to move with him, propelling her up and down his cock.
Her climax was nearly instantaneous, cresting at the first surge of his cock within her.
“Oh, God, I’m going to … I can’t …”
“Spend for me,” he urged, reaching between them to take hold of the final clamp compressing her clit. “Now, Lucy.”
He freed the clamp, quickening his pounding strokes within her as she spiraled. She clawed at his shoulders and chest, mussing his cravat as her sheath convulsed around him, powerful ripples of climax tearing through her and stealing her breath. She collapsed against him, face buried in the crook of his neck as he took over, gripping her buttocks and using her, forcing her up and down at a maddening pace that intensified her climax to a nearly unbearable degree.
Lucinda muffled her cries against his shoulder, not caring that the driver and footman might hear them. Aubrey seemed not to care either, hoarse groans and guttural epithets filling the carriage to tangle with her own breathless moans. He surged up into her one last time, pressing her tight against him and releasing with a roar he muffled behind clenched teeth.
He then went slack beneath her, one arm wrapped tight around her waist. Turning his head toward her, he nuzzled her nose with his, then pressed a tender kiss between her eyes. She stroked his jaw, drawing closer and allowing herself to share in the air that lingered between them, unspoken things floating in the atmosphere. He closed his eyes and inched even closer, silently asking for something she had not yet been courageous enough to give.
With limb-numbing satisfaction depleting her strength, and the spinning of her head stealing all her good sense, she closed the distance between them, letting her lips brush his ever so lightly. He went as still as death, his hand tightening at her back as he seemed to hold his breath.
Not yet. She wasn’t ready to give him that final part of herself. But as she lay there brushing her mouth over his in the sweet prelude to a true kiss, Lucinda realized that she wanted to be.
Chapter 10
