Page 30 of The Black Lion
“Beautiful,” he murmured, cupping her breasts and squeezing, agitating the clamps and prompting another chorus of gasps and moans from her.
Drew kissed his way down Arabella’s body as he sank back into his chair, his lips and tongue trailing down her belly. He held her thighs open and nuzzled her mons, flicking his tongue at her slick opening. She gripped the edge of his desk as he eased her legs over his shoulders and buried his face in the valley between them, his senses overwhelmed by the scent of her arousal and the taste of it on his tongue. He began with light nibbles and licks, until she was begging for more with the silent pleas of her arched back and trembling legs. Then, he freed himself to devour her, sucking and biting, delving his tongue deep into her honeyed passage. She tasted like ambrosia after years of starvation, slick and wet and warm against his lips. Her fingers tangled in his hair as she wantonly rode his tongue and sought her pleasure. Easing two fingers into her, he fucked her with them while pulling at her clit with his tongue and teeth.
She shattered like fragile glass, splintering with a hoarse cry, her fingernails raking his scalp and her thighs clenching around his neck. He bent her knees and pushed her legs back, holding them in a relentless grip to keep her from squirming away when the pleasure became too much for her to bear. He forced her to bear it, not letting up until he’d dragged her climax out to its end, heightening her finish with relentless flicks of his tongue at her clit.
Only when she’d gone still, legs shaking in his grasp and her desperate cries melting away to soft sighs of wonder and contentment, did he release her. He eased her to stand on shaking legs and then came to his feet, shrugging out of his robe. Going back into his chest, he retrieved the smallest of his plugs—an elegant thing shaped like a teardrop and made of pure, gleaming silver. Its flat base was encrusted with decadent rubies.
Her eyes widened as he placed it in her hands, then went back inside for a small vial of oil.
“What’s it for?” she asked, tracing its curved lines and the jeweled base with curious fingers.
He plucked it from her grasp and gave her a wicked grin. “It’s for your arse, love.”
Her eyebrows furrowed, her expression one of shock and curiosity instead of revulsion. “Is that … well it doesn’t sound very seemly. I never thought such things were possible.”
Her innocence delighted him as much as it aroused him. There were so many ways to shock and debauch her.
“Shall I show you how pleasurable it can be?”
Arabella gave an eager nod, not as intimidated by the plug as he’d have thought. Such was her trust in him, he supposed.
Drew urged her to bend over the desk, nudging her legs farther apart. Hands braced on the surface, she stared at him over one shoulder as he dipped his fingers into the oil, liberally coating them. She tensed when he grasped one of her buttocks and parted her, revealing the ring of tightly furled flesh within.
“Breathe,” he murmured, pressing his first finger to the tight hole. “It will feel odd at first, but then … well, you’ll see.”
The tension in her spine eased, and he proceeded, slowly sinking his finger into her rear passage. The tight, hot clasp of her had his cock pushing against his trousers, begging to take the place of his finger.
She remained still as he probed her with as much gentleness as he could manage, eagerness to fill her with the plug overwhelming him.
“Good, Bella,” he crooned as he stroked slowly in and out, stretching and priming her for more. “You’re doing very well.”
“I … oh!” she exclaimed when he joined the first finger with a second, slowing to accustom her to the widening invasion.
He used his other hand to toy with her clit, pinching and pulling to relax her and heighten her pleasure. Arabella melted in his hands, angling her hips higher in invitation, spreading her legs even wider.
“Yes, that’s it. Just like that. Christ, you’re so hot and tight.”
She moaned as he sank himself in to his third knuckles, plunging and withdrawing as she eased to let him in. He took his time accustoming her to the feel of his fingers, working her until she was feverish from the pleasure, face pressed against the hard desk and each breath coming out on a moan.
She let out a little huff of annoyance when he withdrew, and he chuckled at her impatience.
“The best is yet to come, love. Just wait.”
He coated the plug with oil, then pressed it against her rear hole, slowly easing it inside.
“Drew!” she wailed as he wedged the unrelenting thing into her, slowly widening her farther than his fingers could. “It’s too much, I … I can’t …”
“It’s almost in. Don’t fight it.”
Her breath grew swift and ragged, her nails scraping the surface of his desk as the widest part of the plug slipped through the tight orifice, the rest of it rapidly following.
“There,” he crooned, kneading her buttocks and staring at the protrusion of the base from inside of her. “Fuck, what a sight you are right now, spread open for me and your arse filled. How do you feel?”
“I-I don’t know. Full … odd … but not bad. It doesn’t hurt.”
“Good.”
He tore open his trousers, hands shaking as he allowed the full force of his raw, animalistic need consume him. He’d been as slow and as patient as he was able, and had now reached the end of his rope.
