Bound to Be a Groom (13 page)

“Pia!” Anna used her most dictatorial tone, brooking no opposition. “I have come for you! Stop looking at my jewels and my carriage and look at
me
. Look at me!” She grabbed Pia’s face in her hands, digging her fingers into Pia’s scalp and pulling her in for a kiss that left no room for thought or worry.

After a few minutes of assaulting her in that way—breaking down her walls of fear and bewilderment with unadulterated passion—Anna finally felt the delectable softening, the familiar way that Pia bent toward her, a flower to her sun.
Complete surrender.
Anna’s world melted and realigned, her soul felt complete once more amid the hot flood of mutual desire—give-and-take, power and submission—that had finally been restored.

Pulling away from Pia’s mouth at last, all the while stroking her neck and shoulders to make sure she remained calm, Anna looked to her husband and narrowed her eyes. “Sebastian?”

“Yes, my dearest.” He kept up the tight-fisted rhythm and looked up from her swollen lips to meet her gaze.

“Please help me show Pia how happy we are to see her.” Anna looked into Pia’s eyes, absentmindedly fondling one breast and then the other. “Would that be all right, my love? If Sebastian and I both pleasure you here?” She squeezed one of Pia’s nipples and then weighed the full breast in her hand. “So beautiful . . .” she whispered.

Shaking her head from right to left as if she were trapped on a hangman’s scaffold that could drop out from under her at any moment, Pia stammered, “I want you, Anna . . . of course I do, but I’m so confused. I’ve m-missed you so—”

“And I you, darling. He knows.” Anna raised her head up so she was close to Pia’s ear, kissing the sensitive skin in an effort to kiss away her doubts. “He knows everything about us, and he wants me to be happy. He wants
us
to be happy. Do you understand, my dearest?”

“I don’t.” Pia looked from Anna to Sebastian. Anna smiled as she watched Pia, obviously trying not to stare at his hard cock—and failing—then quickly turning back to look into Anna’s eyes. “He is not cruel to you? He does not . . . force himself . . .”

Leaning her head back and releasing a laugh, Anna finally said, “Only when he has been very,
very
good. And even then, it is usually I who exerts the most force.”

Pia shook her head again, but Anna knew from past experience that her trepidation was being subsumed by desire.

“Let me show you.” Anna wanted to fulfill every dark, unspoken promise. “Let
us
show you.”

Sniffing back her tears, Pia nodded. “I trust you. Please touch me again, Anna. Please.” She looked at Sebastian and then quickly back to Anna. “You’re absolutely certain you trust him?”

“I do. Completely.” The truth of it warmed Anna’s insides. She did trust him completely; it was a joyful realization. “He wants to love you too, my dear. Will you let him?”

It was probably cruel of her to enjoy it, but Anna thrilled with power as she watched Pia wrestle with her lingering feelings of doubt and consternation. Did she trust Anna enough to put herself entirely in her power, even if that meant being touched by this man, this stranger?

Anna stroked Pia along her neck and shoulders.

“Yes,” Pia said on a breath, barely audible. Anna loved her so completely in that moment.

“There’s my sweet girl. I adore you, Pia.” Anna kissed her tenderly on the lips then turned and looked over her shoulder. “Come taste her rosy flesh, Seb. She can come just like this, from my mouth on the tips of her sensitive breasts. I’ve been dreaming of how she would delight in two mouths.”

Sebastian was on his knees in a second, reaching gently for Pia’s left breast while Anna licked and teased her right. Pia gasped at his touch at first, then moaned into the undeniable pleasure of it. Anna bit on the nipple in her mouth and guided Sebastian to mimic the same pressure and pain. Pia cried out, panting and wrestling with the imprisoning fabric of her sleeves that prevented her from touching Anna in return.

Keeping the stiff nipple lightly between her teeth, Anna looked up at her flushed lover. “You remember the rules.”

Pia nodded frantically.

“Tell me, darling.”

“I’m not to move.”

“And?”

She cried out when Sebastian started sucking her nipple deeper into his mouth.

“And?” Anna repeated.

“And I’m not to let go until you give me permission.”

“Yes, my love.”

Anna dipped her lips to Pia’s breast and then reached under the folds of her old dress. Pia cried out when Anna’s fingers began to pinch and toy with her hard clit and swollen folds. Anna moaned into the pleasure of it all: the scent of Sebastian, the sound of his rough masculine breathing near hers, the familiar texture of Pia’s hot flesh against her lips and fingers.

She wanted to push Pia hard, to make her release become the culmination of all their time apart, the beginning of their future together. Pia was beginning to buck into Anna’s hand.

“Shhh, my sweet.” Anna withdrew her wet finger and put it into her mouth, the scent and taste reminding her of the elegant wines she was starting to enjoy with Sebastian. “I want to savor our reunion.”

“Oh God, Anna!” Pia was close, but Anna wasn’t nearly finished.

Desperate for more of the familiar taste and feel of her, Anna closed her eyes and sucked hard on her own fingers. When she was done licking them clean, she whispered, “Oh, how I’ve missed you, Pia,” her voice guttural. She stretched up to give Pia another hot kiss on the mouth, then told Sebastian to return to his seat.

“And, Sebastian,” Anna added without looking at him, “you are not to touch yourself again until I say.”

“Yes, Anna.”

She looked over her shoulder at him, how he had the palms of his hands resting obediently on his hard thighs, while his straining cock thrust up from between his legs.

Pia was panting, mouth agape, chest rising and falling in anticipation. “Anna . . . please . . .”

“Lie back, sweetling.”

Pia obeyed. Anna crawled up onto the velvet seat and lifted the skirts and petticoats fully out of her way, exposing Pia’s silky moist flesh so Sebastian had a clear view of Anna’s mouth and Pia’s sex. “Sebastian, can you see how beautiful she is?”

Again, Pia and Sebastian groaned in unison, and Anna felt as though she were conducting an orchestra. Dipping her head, Anna licked Pia’s hot center with a single, prolonged stroke. “Is that better, darling?”

Pia started whispering
please more please more please more
, and Anna felt her own breasts throb in time to the words.

“Only a few more minutes, my love . . . I’ve missed you . . . I want to show you how much . . .”

“Minutes?” Pia cried out, her thighs shaking, her voice pitched beyond recognition.

Pia’s head thrashed from side to side as Anna continued to taunt her, at first with light licks and cool streams of air, then with more purpose. She trailed her tongue greedily around Pia’s swelling petals but deliberately avoided the powerful suction and thrust of her tongue she knew Pia craved.

“No!” Pia cried out. “You are cruel.” Her body begged for more—hips pitching off the seat and legs flinging wider to give Anna better access.

“Did you miss me?” Anna reached up and stroked the sensitive skin above Pia’s pubic hair. Back and forth, Anna lightly caressed her as she watched the pale smooth skin ripple in response.

“Yes,” Pia whimpered. “So much.”

“Will you always love me?” Anna asked as she trailed her hand through Pia’s hair and pinched her clit, then soothed it with the flat press of her tongue.

“God help me, yes!”

Anna pulled away and smiled up at her, then turned her head to nod at Sebastian. “Take yourself hard, Seb.” His hand flew to his cock, grabbing it almost viciously as he watched Anna lower her lips and face to feast between Pia’s widespread thighs.

When Anna caught a glimpse of Pia’s face, Pia was staring at Sebastian’s hard knuckles as they fisted taut around his glossy-tipped cock. Anna loved how Pia was rocking into her, her body desperate for release.

Anna slowed for a moment and pulled her lips away. “Now, my sweet. Come for me now.” With that, Anna sucked and hummed and drove Pia’s body over the brink of ecstasy.

Pia’s orgasm crashed through her, causing her head to bang against the side of the carriage and her body to writhe and buck against Anna’s lips and hands where she was trying to hold her down.

Anna heard Sebastian’s moans of release, and the vibration of his cry shot right to her core. Nearly growling, she moaned in consummating delight when her lips and tongue found Pia’s throbbing center once again. She licked and probed, loving the sound of the other woman’s desperate begging.

“It’s too sensitive! You must stop!”

But Anna would never stop loving her; she would never stop. “Come for me again,” Anna moaned into her wet folds. And Pia did, pulsing and fluttering against Anna’s lips. Her screams of ecstasy were muffled, probably with a fist or forearm, the way Pia had always done in the convent. Still Anna licked and kissed her, more gently this time. Cleaning her up, taking every bit of her sweetness.

When Anna opened her eyes and looked above the folds of fabric that she had shoved around Pia’s waist, she started laughing in sheer delight. “How marvelous!”

Sebastian was kissing Pia and pressing one of his strong hands against one of her bare breasts. He pulled away quickly when he realized Anna was staring at them.

“I’m s-sorry,” Sebastian stuttered. “I c-couldn’t help it.”

Pia was touching her lower lip in shock.

Anna lifted herself up and crossed over to recline along the forward-facing seat, slowly pulling up her own voluminous skirts and spreading her legs to reveal her moist, swollen pussy. Pia groaned with a mixture of surprise and lust.

Anna had not worn underwear since her wedding night. She and Sebastian were so frequently touching one another, neither of them saw the point. Ever so slowly, Anna started rubbing her wet folds in that leisurely way that drove Sebastian mad.

He raked his hands through his hair. “Oh God.”

“Do it again.” When neither of them moved, Anna’s voice turned imperious. “Kiss each other . . . now!”

Sebastian was torn. He lived to obey Anna, but he hated the idea of pushing Pia beyond the boundaries of her desires. He had watched closely as Pia battled her fears and worries a few moments before, finally capitulating and putting herself entirely in Anna’s care. But with Anna across the carriage, he wasn’t so sure. Perhaps Pia was willing to do things with and for Anna that she was—understandably—not yet willing to do with him. The last thing he ever wanted was to make a woman do something against her will.

In that moment of wondering, Pia looked at his mouth then into his eyes. She licked her lips slowly and nodded her consent, a silent but clear invitation.

He fastened onto her sweet mouth. When he had first kissed her, while she was crying out her release, her response had been so unexpected, so hungry. He hadn’t been able to help himself. When Anna had finally given Pia permission to come—then thrust her face between Pia’s widespread thighs to ensure that result—Pia had opened her mouth to scream, and Sebastian had felt an animal need to capture it.

She’d responded so beautifully—so naturally—sucking on his tongue as Anna sucked on her small bud, licking his lips as Anna licked hers below. When she came again, her mouth had tasted of the metallic hint of blood, the undeniable physical spurt of fever and want. And he had been lost in it, in the heady scents of two women mingling with his own musk, all of it wafting around him. As he continued kissing her now, he shivered at the realization that these two beautiful creatures had let him into their special domain.

“Oh my,” Anna whispered as she shoved a third finger into herself and bucked against her palm.

Pia and Sebastian stopped kissing and held fast to one another as they watched Anna cry out her release.

When she was finished, Sebastian let go of his hold on Pia and went to his knees in front of Anna. “May I?”

“Pia?” Anna asked.

Pia looked up, having been momentarily distracted with setting her bodice back to rights and adjusting the skirts of her dress to cover her legs. “Yes?”

“Is it all right?”

Sebastian turned to look over his shoulder, watching as Pia comprehended what Anna was really asking. Anna had confessed to Sebastian that she’d not kept her word, that she had broken her promise to Pia when she’d allowed Sebastian to taste her and bring her pleasure like that, on that first day in the library at Badajoz. Anna had been too selfish to deny herself, then or since. And Sebastian now felt like a shoddy accomplice for taking his own pleasure in that way, all the while knowing it would hurt Pia when she found out.

Pia’s face clouded with the realization. Sebastian admired the core of steel in this woman. She loved to submit to Anna’s lovemaking—obviously—but he suspected she never confused that with submitting to Anna’s will.

“You have already broken your promise to me, haven’t you, Anna?”

The spell was broken.

“You have already let him do what you promised only I would do, isn’t that so?” Pia’s voice was even. Strong.