Page 9 of His Naughty Valentine
“Are you remembering your place yet, Lady Prescott?”
“Yes, my lord,” she replied, wincing through the punishment. “I’m remembering quite well, thank you.”
“Good to hear, but I’m not quite convinced yet.”
The strap connected with her right thigh, and it took all Lacey’s willpower to remain in position, though she doubted Lord Prescott would allow her to rise to her feet. His hand remained on her lower back, holding her firmly in place for the spanking. Over a dozen more strokes fell on her tender thighs, stinging worse than those on her bottom. Lord Prescott was nothing if not thorough.
“Spread your legs wider, Lacey.”
Panting, she struggled to separate her feet.
“Not good enough. I want to see all your intimate, pink parts. Spread wider.”
Chapter Six
Kaden placed the strap on the desk and stepped away from Lacey. One glance at her reddened bottom and the sight of her glistening pussy lips set his passions on overdrive. He fought to remain in character, even though her spanking was over. The way she responded to his little game, in a saucy character of her own, pleased him greatly. The Regency era costumes had been a wise investment.
“Your punishment is over, Lacey. You may stand up and fix your dress back in place.”
She took a shaky breath and pushed off the desk, her skirts falling down with her movement. Immediately, she hissed and cupped her bottom through the layers of fabric.
He frowned. “Hands at your sides. No rubbing.”
Her eyes widened as she flushed prettily, dropping her arms at her sides. “Yes, my lord.”
“Did you learn your lesson?”
“Oh, yes, most definitely. Thank you, my lord.” A hint of uncertainty shone in her eyes, jarring Kaden. He ached to hold her and comfort her with a protective fierceness that made their roleplaying seem all the more real, as if they had truly fallen back in time.
“Come here.” He opened his arms as he drew closer.
She fled into his arms, wrapping herself in the cocoon of safety he had offered. He would’ve been content to hold her forever, in this room and in this moment of tenderness. A soft sigh left her as she peered up at him, unanswered questions written on her face.
“My lord?”
“Yes, Lacey?”
“You were gone for nearly two weeks. I missed you and…I think it’s only right I give you a proper welcome home.”
He smoothed her hair from her forehead. It fell about her shoulders, framing the sweeping neckline of the gown. “What do you have in mind?”
She gave him a saucy grin. “Something wicked.” She dropped to her knees and pressed a hand to the hardness encased in his trousers. Her eyes locked with his and she licked her lips seductively.
Impatient to feel her lips wrap around his ready cock, he assisted her with the button front, pulling his hard length out to touch her cheek. Her hand wrapped around the base and she ran her tongue along the tip.
Kaden groaned and grabbed a fistful of her hair, forcing her to take him deeper, all the way to the back of her throat. “Mm. I’ve missed your mouth,” he murmured through an erotic haze.
Lacey hummed an incoherent response, and the vibrations ricocheted through his shaft and lower to his balls. He groaned at the euphoric sensation of her expert sucking. She remained on her knees, head bobbing forward, until Kaden sensed his release drawing near. Grasping a handful of hair, he pushed her mouth away and stabbed a finger at the desk.
“Bend over it and lift your dress, just like before.”
Her face was flushed and her chest heaved as she hurried to obey. Ordering her around gave Kaden an addictive, dark thrill. He watched as she leaned forward and brought the layers of her dress around her waist once again.
Red covered her bottom cheeks and upper thighs where he’d applied the strap, and his cock hardened further at the sight. He approached her, resting the tip of his length in her crevice, then rubbed it through her pooling moisture. She whimpered and opened her legs wider, inviting his intrusion.
It was all the encouragement he needed.
With one rapid thrust, he plunged inside her hot, slick tightness.
