Cait and the Devil (12 page)

“Will you spend the night again,
Cait
?”

“Yes.
Of course.”
She gazed up at him shyly, squeezing his hand. He opened the door and ushered her inside.

“Do you remember what I taught you?”

She nodded and began to remove her gown, her stockings,
her
underslip
until she stood before him unclothed, the moonlight shining on her lovely skin.

“And why do you undress for me when we’re in this room,
Cait
?” he prompted in a low voice.

“Because my body belongs to you, and you can look at it whenever you like.”

“Yes, Caitlyn, in the privacy of this bedroom.
I don’t want you ever showing it to anybody else.”

“No, my lord.
Never.”

“My name is Duncan.” He ran his fingers over her shoulders and down to the tips of her breasts. “Why do you never call me that?”

“I don’t know,” she said, then gasped when he pinched her nipples. She leaned close to him, wanting him to hold her. He took her in his arms and kissed her, then whispered against her lips.

“Do you like it when I touch you that way, Caitlyn?”

“Whenever you touch me, I like it,” she said, pressing closer to him.

“Undress me, wife.”

Caitlyn began to remove his clothes, but she did it so gingerly that he ended up doing most of it himself. She laid his clothes over the chest beside the bed, and he watched her move across the room and back. His cock was twitching to be inside her.
Patience, Duncan.
Not too fast.

“Come here,” he said. “Come sit here and tell me what you did today.”

She sat beside him on the bed and began to relate her day’s activities. As she did, he laid her back and spread her legs, stroking her there, finding her wet and ready for him.
No, not there.
Not like that.
He knelt, and her voice cut off abruptly.

“Keep talking,
Cait
. You met Henna in the kitchen...”

“Yes, I met Henna in the kitchen because she had promised to show me how to dry and press flowers...” Her voice trailed off as she arched her hips against him and moaned.

“How to dry and press flowers...” he prompted her.

“Yes...yes...and then...then I went to the garden. I looked for roses. Gordon said I could...oh...”

She made a pleading noise and his hands tightened on her thighs. “Go on.”

“And then...then...I returned to the hall to luncheon, which I ate outside the kitchen with Jeremy...and then...oh, Duncan—” she groaned, bucking under his mouth. “Please!”

With a sigh against her lovely folds, he delved one single finger up inside her slick passage, then another, while he pressed a third slick finger to the other, tighter opening and pressed gently against it. She tensed, but he was slow and gentle.

“Relax. I’m trying to make you feel good. Does that feel good, Caitlyn?”

“Duncan...oh...
please
...”

“Does it feel good?” he repeated, moving his fingers slowly against her. “Tell me the truth,
Cait
. Never lie to me.”

“Yes. Yes, it feels good.”

“And what did you do after lunch, Caitlyn?”

“After lunch?
Oh, I...I took a walk in town and stopped to talk to the milliner...oh...”

Again he put his mouth, his lips,
his
tongue on her, but his fingers never stopped their wicked teasing and probing. He could feel her growing tense.

“And then?” he asked, nipping at her clit. “What did you talk about with the milliner?”

“I don’t... I can’t... I don’t remember... I can’t think of it now.”

“Would you like to come?”

“What?” She was writhing under him, straining for release. “What...what does that mean?”

“I’ll show you.” He licked her, caressing her slick petals with sure strokes of his tongue. At the same time, he thrust his fingers deep inside her, as deeply as he could. She gasped, and then she fell apart.

“Oh, Duncan!” she cried out, arching up to him, shaking with wonder and pleasure.

“Yes,
Cait
, I know.” His fingers and mouth didn’t stop until her orgasm passed and she
lay
back, limp and satiated. He stroked her black curls, mussed and wild now.

“Rest a little bit,” he said, “and then it will be your turn to please me.” He stood, stroking his cock, and waited to see if she would balk. But no, she looked at him with...God...admiration. Her face softened into a kind of hopefulness.
She wanted him.
It took his breath away.

How many times had Lenore looked on him with hatred, with disgust and revulsion as he approached her? Even the women he’d bedded with coin or because they took pity on him, they’d never looked at him like this. He leaned over her and kissed her, burying his fists in her hair, savoring the taste of her lips. Finally, he broke away from her.

“I desire you so much,” he whispered against her lips.

“You do?”

“Yes. I’ll show you how much.”

He pulled her up from the bed and without being asked she fell to her knees and waited as he guided his cock to her lips.

“Open up, yes. You remember.
Just like that.”

He thought it would be easier to find control the second night, but the sight of her lips gripping his cock was as erotic as ever. He gritted his teeth, trying to hold back as long as possible. The slick warmth of her mouth, her willing ministrations sent a pulse pounding through his veins to his balls, his thighs. He thrust deeper inside her throat, making her gag.

“It’s okay,” he said when she tensed. “It takes practice. I know. Try your best. Use your hands, don’t be afraid. Caress me while you do it, just as I caressed you.”

Her timid fingers explored him, but most of her attention centered on his cock and dealing with its repeated invasion of her mouth. Soon he could feel his crisis approaching, a rising wave, a tightening. As a signal he threaded his fingers in the back of her hair.

“Don’t pull away. I’m going to come in your throat.”

She moaned and was still, accepting his offering without distaste when it came.

“Good girl,” he sighed, pulling away from her. “Now, stay right where you are. I want to look at you.”

She was so beautiful, her mouth relaxed and glistening, her back straight, her pale eyes looking up at him from beneath black lashes. He knelt down beside her and kissed her. He caressed her hips, her bottom, her breasts, enjoying the velvety soft womanliness of her, and then he cupped her face in his hands.

“I’m going to do some things to you now, my love. You need only to obey. Do you understand?”

“Will...Will you hurt me?”

“I might.
A little.
Just a little bit.”

“Why?” Her gaze was troubled. “Are you angry with me?”

“No, I’m not angry at all. I just want you so very badly. I want to show you some things I enjoy, but they may feel strange and frightening at first. They may hurt a little. What I want you to do
is
endure these things anyway. Endure them for me.”

“Okay,” she said, not fully understanding. He could tell she was frightened, yet she still wanted to please him. He wanted to reassure her, but she needed to learn on her own how to cope with the demands he would make.

“Do you love me, Duncan?” she asked suddenly with wide eyes, as if she read his very thoughts. “You just called me your love.”

“Yes, I love you, little
Cait
. Never more than at times like this. Now listen to me, and obey me.”

“Yes, my lord. I’ll try.”

He ran his fingertips down her back, thinking of the least frightening way to proceed.

“Lean forward on your knees. Lean forward until your forehead is on the floor.”

He guided her down, pressing on her shoulders, until her forehead rested against the cold smooth stone and the tips of her breasts brushed against it.

“Turn your head if you wish.
If you want to look at me.
You may turn your head to the side in this position if you wish to, unless you’re being punished.”

“Are you going to punish me now?” she asked in alarm.

“No. I may spank you a little, but it’s not for punishment’s sake.”

“Why then?”

“Because it’s what I like. Now spread your thighs just a bit. Like this.” He pushed her knees apart, pulling up on her hips as she dropped them down instinctively.

“No, keep your hips up high. Arch your back. Open your knees and keep your head down.”

When he’d finally positioned her as he liked her, he rubbed her back and took in the view.

“Yes,” he murmured. “Beautiful. This is a position I like very much, and I’ll want you like this a lot. Do you know why?”

“No.” She hid her face, blushing red.

He studied her curiously. “How does it make you feel, Caitlyn?”

“Afraid.”

“You mustn’t be afraid. I like this position because it means that you’re open to me. That your body is available and ready for whatever I may want to do.”

“I can’t kiss you from this position, though,” she pointed out. “I can’t take you in my mouth.”

“There are other places you can take me,” he said after a moment. He put a hand on her bottom to still her trembling limbs. He let one finger slide between her buttocks, to her sensitive little bud. “I’ll breach you here, Caitlyn, when you’re ready. But you’re not ready yet, so I won’t do it tonight.”

She hid her face in her hands as he caressed her.

“Does that feel good, little one?”

“I’m... I...I don’t know.”

“You’re not ashamed, are you? You’re not permitted to be ashamed to give your body to me. If you are, I will punish you for it. Do you understand?”

She moaned, drawing her legs together slightly.

“No.” His hand landed on her bottom with a slap. “Open, just as I taught you. Your job now is to obey.”

“Why?” she whispered. “This is very hard.”

“Because when you obey me, it gives me pleasure. When I hold you in my arms, it gives you pleasure, yes?
To be close to me, to sleep in my arms?”

“Yes.” She sighed. “I love that.”

“Well, this is what I love. This is what gives me pleasure, what makes me relax. So if you love me, you’ll obey me. Do you understand?”

“Yes,” she whispered. He was still fingering her tiny hole, making her squirm and tremble. Then he took both her round buttocks in his hands. He squeezed and caressed them roughly. He spanked one and then the other. She whined softly but she didn’t break the pose.

“Good.
Very good.
I love that you accepted that without crying or pulling away.”

She was still hiding her face.