Page 25 of His Scandalous Viscountess
She tried to lick her lips, but her mouth had gone dry with wanting. Wanting him pressed against her. Wanting him inside her. Wanting… She pushed aside the yet unformed desire, because she knew in her heart of hearts it was not something she could afford to acknowledge.
He grunted at her answer. “Perhaps, but the first rule you’ll need to learn is that if you attempt to wrest control from me, therewillbe consequences. This time, it will be ten swats to your arse to remind you who holds the reins in here.”
And then he smacked her right cheek. Heat bloomed over her flesh, but it was a relatively light blow. If he’d asked her, she could have told him she’d had worse, much worse punishment in her life. Though certainly not with the promise of explosive pleasure at the end, and there was no mistaking his intent.
Then he landed a smack on her left cheek.
This was no brutal punishment of the sort that Wallthorpe had doled out early in their marriage. Or even of the caliber Tariq had handed down to her when he felt she had exceeded the bounds his masculinity could accept within his culture. While he had been an enlightened man, a Cambridge man even, some of her transgressions could not be overlooked in order to save face with his people. Having a white infidel as a lover was already asking too much.
Two more slaps landed, one on each side. And then two more.
Heat spread through her, and with it came the desire, the need that always flooded her when she was treated to that erotic bite of pain. She bit her lip to keep her moan in check. She didn’t trust him enough yet to fully disclose her less-than-proper preferences. But if he kept up this pace, he would soon figure it out, whether she wanted to reveal the truth or not. Her quim was soaking wet, and her legs trembled with desire.
He rubbed his palm over her warm backside and moaned a little behind her. “Your bottom has turned a delectable rose color, but we’re not done yet. Four more to go.”
Was he reminding her or himself?
Not that it mattered, because she was so ready to feel him inside her.
Two more spanks landed. Then he dragged his shaft between the globes of her backside and pumped between them like he was fucking her for a moment. When the last two blows landed, it was all she could do to keep from coming as she rubbed her mound against the edge of the bed. Just a little more pressure would do it.
Then one hard and very unexpected spank landed across both cheeks. “Cease trying to bring yourself off. You’ll come when I take you there.”
His gruff demand sent shivers up her spine, and cranked her want a little higher. She whimpered with the pulsating need to release, like a steam kettle about to blow. “Please, I ache.”
Wolf nudged her feet wider apart, spreading her open to him as she lay bent over the bed. “What was our lesson this evening?”
Her head spun until she could barely form a coherent thought. Every word he spoke felt like someone had plucked a violin string, except the string was buried deep inside her and drawn taut between her nipples and her clit.
He’d asked a question…
“What was the lesson, Jules? I need an answer before we move on.”
He put his hands on her bottom and squeezed, sending sparks of pain mixed with desire shooting through her body. Desperate for the answer, she knew she knew it. She raked her scattered thoughts together, until a single word clicked. “Control.” She licked her lips, wetting them once more. “You’re in control in the bedroom.”
Oh, God, please let that be the answer he wanted.
“Mmm…very good. Now, a reward for a lesson well learned.”
He shifted around behind her, possibly even lowered himself to his knees, she thought.
The first swipe of his tongue over her drenched slit caused her legs to shift from trembling to full-on quaking. Her hands fisted in the sheets as he stroked over her clit and drew his tongue back to her entrance. Then he plunged inside her and twirled it around. The next swipe over her sensitive nub had her exploding. “Wolf!” she cried out as pleasure burst through her.
Relentlessly, he dragged his tongue over her plumping folds, lapping at her desire as the promise of release danced just out of reach. Then he ran his tongue from her clit back to the entrance of her sex. She waited eagerly for the sensation of his tongue sliding within, swirling around once more…but he slicked right past her entrance and moved a bit higher. As he gripped the still-tender globes of her bottom and spread them wide, she gasped with the pleasure-pain as her need crept another notch higher.
Then he swirled his tongue over her tight whorl. Her whole body shook with need as she relaxed and then clenched around nothing. A keening cry of emptiness careened out of her. “Please!”
“You may not come yet, Jules. Hold back for me.”
His gruff command settled the wildness that had grown in her until she wasn’t sure she could contain it any longer.
He continued to lap at her tight entrance, even as he slid two fingers inside her pussy. The pressure returned to building, and she knew she couldn’t last forever. But then he pulled his fingers out of her quim and pushed them past the tingling, tight ring of muscle.
He plunged inside her and then retreated. Over and over. And then from underneath her, she heard the words she’d hung on for, the signal of her freedom.
“Come for me. Come now.”
His demand, followed immediately by the sucking force of his mouth on her clit, tossed her over the edge, and she exploded.
