Impossible Desires (novella) (6 page)

“Stop.”

The command came from the supine woman on top of him.

She rolled gracefully off him and straddled his body again, this time with her thighs spread over his hips.

“I did not tell you to do that,” Mistress admonished, pinching both of his nipples sharply.

Gareth groaned at the pain as a wave of pleasure engulfed him.

“I’m sorry, Mistress. You taste incredible. I just couldn’t resist.”

Mistress smiled in her cruel way, and Gareth had a feeling he wouldn’t like what came next.

“Tonight you will not come until I say you may. You must learn to hold on longer.”

Gareth nodded his head. But how in the hell was he meant to stop himself?

Eleanor moved sinuously on him. She wanted him to learn more control, and she wanted him to listen to her.

Her pussy was aching for him after her orgasm.

She rocked back on her ankles and raised herself over his shaft.

“Aagghh,” she groaned out, fully impaling herself on him. He was so thick and long, it felt fantastic having him so deeply inside her.

Eleanor looked down at her pet and watched his face spasm in pleasure. It was time to teach him how to delay his orgasm. It would serve her better in the future.

“I am going to ride you as hard and as fast as I want to in order to come again. You are not to orgasm.”

Eleanor saw sheer panic on his face.

“Mistress, what if I can’t hold back?”

Eleanor lifted herself up and moved slowly back down on him. Sheer bliss rushed through her from her already sensitized nerves.

“You will hold on, my pet. Do whatever you need to do, think about anything you want, but do not come until I tell you to.”

Eleanor threw her head back and began to ride him in earnest. She closed her eyes and focused on the sweet clench of her sex around the stiffness of her man.

Leaning back so that he hit her in just the right spot, Eleanor screamed out as pleasure ripped through her. Her orgasm took her up and over, her body sagging in pleasure and release. The past week of abstinence had made her body desperate for him. She was even surprised how quickly she had found release.

Eleanor’s legs felt like she could barely walk and yet she forced herself to climb off him.

Gareth’s face was a mask of torture. Every muscle in his neck, arms and shoulders was tense but he smiled at her.

“That felt amazing, Mistress.”

Eleanor smiled down at him, knowing that she had pushed him almost to his limits. But he had done exactly what she had asked him, and part of her hadn’t thought he could do it, or would even want to. Perhaps he really did want to please her as much as he said he did.

She climbed back onto the bed and leant down to kiss him. He strained up to meet her, his lips almost frantic, gripping hers as though they could release him from his torment.

A bottle of oil stood beside the bed so Eleanor picked it up and rubbed a small amount into her hands.

She smoothed her hands along the muscles of his forearms and bulging biceps. She worked her way down to stroke his chest and stomach, paying attention to his tiny nipples and giving them a little tweak.

“Mistress, that feels so good,” he groaned, throwing his head back.

Eleanor oiled her hands again and began to massage the tops of his thighs and lower belly before finally reaching her target.

Once more, she rubbed more oil onto her hands and began to fondle her lover’s cock. She ran her hands up and down his shaft, pulling tightly and then stroking softly, caressing his bollocks and listening as he groaned and sighed in bliss.

When she felt him start to tremble or tighten up she slowed her hands, wanting to draw it out as long as possible.

“Please Mistress, please,” he began to beg. Eleanor liked it when he begged.

“What do you need, my pet?” she asked, pulling on his cock before letting it go completely and fondling his bollocks again.

He let out an animalistic grunt and arched his back.

“Please, I don’t wish to disappoint you, but I am going to come soon.”

Eleanor smiled, reached up and tugged on his nipples again.

“You have done very well tonight. I wish to give you a rare treat.”

His eyes lit up as he waited for her to continue.

Eleanor reached up and unbound his hands, first from the bedhead and then from each other.

He sat, rubbing his wrists and looking confused.

“You aren’t going to finish?”

He looked hurt and embarrassed. Eleanor laughed and kissed him.

“I will give you one chance to choose how you find your release. Would you like me to touch you? Suck you? Or mount you?”

Her beautiful lover swallowed and looked away.

Eleanor felt her stomach drop. She had wanted to give him some freedom not make him feel unwanted.
What had she done?

“What is wrong, my pet? Tell me so your Mistress can fix it.”

He looked back at her, his eyes pleading.

“I want to come inside you.”

Eleanor grinned and went to climb on top of him, but he grabbed and flipped her, his weight pinning her down.

“Like this.”

Eleanor’s throat caught and she swallowed against the old fear that was crowding in. Memories of being forced in this position crowded in – pain, fear and humiliation. Her lover saw her fear and relaxed against her, leaning in to kiss her neck and nuzzle her ear.

“But only if my Mistress allows it.”

Eleanor had a decision to make, for herself and her future husband. She could truly be her own Mistress and accept all parts of lovemaking and play, or she could shy away due to her fear. Gareth was not her first husband – he had proved that over and over again.

Decision made, she spread her legs and wrapped them around her lover’s fine waist.

“Fuck me, my pet. Fuck me until I don’t remember anything except you and how you make me feel.”

Eleanor felt him position himself and push the head of his cock into her. She braced herself for the dominant shove and weight of his body, but instead he slid into her slowly, holding most of his weight on his arms.

When he was fully seated within her, he paused for a moment, kissing her neck, her cheeks, her lips – anything he could reach.

“You are mine.”

Eleanor opened her mouth to correct him but he kissed her long and deep. He began to move in an intoxicating rhythm, taking possession of her mouth the same way he was taking her body.

“No one will ever hurt you again, Mistress. Never again.” He groaned into her ear, pounding into her, her body answering his call.

“Yes, yes, yes,” Eleanor chanted, reveling in the thrust of his body, the way his pubic bone hit her clit over and over.

“Take me. Fuck me. Love me.”

Eleanor was screaming now, not realizing what she was saying as her third orgasm washed over her. She bucked and screamed and bit into her lover’s shoulder as he stilled, shuddered and poured his hot seed into her body.

They remained that way for several minutes before slowly disengaging and spooning together to go to sleep.

Eleanor lay with Gareth behind her; cradling her, holding her and breathing against her. She had never felt more alive, more protected or more loved.

It was exactly what she had wanted, and yet she was terrified. She had never felt more out of control, more at the mercy of another person. In handing Gareth her heart, she had surrendered a part of herself to him. It was overwhelming.

Eleanor didn’t see Gareth for almost a week after their intimate night together. The next morning had been uncomfortable with neither person knowing where they stood with the other.

She wrote to him every day, but had not made arrangements to see him. Their relationship was under her control in a lot of ways so if anyone was going to act, it needed to be her. So she decided to take the bull by the metaphorical horns and just deal with what would come.

Eleanor had to admit to herself that she had fallen in love with him. Gareth was so wonderful in every way, a person she could truly admire. Their chemistry in the bedroom was more amazing than she had ever imagined was possible. But it was his treatment of her outside of the bedroom that pleased her even more. He constantly showed her respect, despite her proclivity for certain bedroom activities. Few gentlemen would be so accepting.

So Eleanor wrote a letter inviting Gareth over to dinner at her town house. They needed more time alone, and not under the prying eyes of London’s elite. They needed to spend more time being intimate too. Since Eleanor had realized how much she could enjoy being beneath a man, she was considering offering Gareth some of the power in the sexual relationship.

Gareth’s reply was warm, but he asked if she was able to make it for the following night as he had plans with his mother that he could not change. Eleanor smiled when she read the note. Her dominant self wanted to make Gareth come to her when she called, but the well-bred lady in her liked that he had manners and put his responsibility first. If she played her cards right, she would soon be his responsibility and he would put her first. That would be worth waiting for.

Still smiling to herself, Eleanor went off to have her bath.

*****

Gareth arrived out the front of Eleanor’s house with fragrant red roses the following evening. He had no idea if she liked the flowers but he still felt guilty about delaying their dinner. His mother had needed him, and he could only hope that Eleanor would forgive his delay.

Gareth rushed for the knocker to see if he could get to it before the butler, but he missed out once again.

“Lord Osborne.” The young – and too handsome – butler bowed to Gareth.

“Lady Rossette awaits you in the dining room.”

Gareth quirked a brow but didn’t say anything.

He walked into the dining room to find Eleanor by the mantelpiece. She was a vision in lavender silk and lace. She turned as he approached and he caught sight of a tear in her eye.

He bowed before handing her the gifts.

“I apologize once again for delaying our dinner, Eleanor.”

She smiled and accepted her flowers.
What was wrong?

“I am sorry too, Gareth. I should not have waited so long to contact you.”

Gareth smiled tightly. He also believed that, but he wasn’t stupid enough to say so out loud.

“Shall we sit down to dinner?”

Puzzled by her change in conversation, Gareth walked over to the table, held Eleanor’s chair out for her and then moved to his own seat.

The footmen arrived with quail and served them wine.

Gareth waited, but instead of her beginning their conversation, he watched as Eleanor began to eat.

“Have you been busy this week, Eleanor?”

She looked up, startled.

“Not particularly. Luncheons, charity work. The norm,” she smiled tightly, continuing to eat. “Tell me about your week.”

Gareth sighed. What could he tell her? That he had awoken every morning hoping that she would call in or invite him over. Waiting for her to make a move was torture. He wasn’t used to allowing anyone such power over him. It was very frustrating but also very challenging, which he enjoyed on a personal level

“I went to my club. I boxed, I fenced. I had meetings with my estate manager, and I visited my mother and sister. A normal, mundane, boring week.”

Gareth watched Eleanor blush and couldn’t help wonder what the hell was going on.

“Eleanor, I’m not particularly hungry. Could we retire to a sitting room to talk? Perhaps take our dinner with us?”

Eleanor looked around the room for a minute before nodding to the footman and waving at their plates.

The footman bowed and left.

Gareth stood and offered his arm to her, walking her out of the room and into the red salon. She seemed to need something different tonight. He didn’t know what exactly but he would try his best to give it to her.

As soon as they entered the room he pushed her up against the wall and kissed her with every bit of passion in his soul. Did she need him to show her how he felt? He swallowed her cries of pleasure before pulling away. “I have missed you so much.”

He rested his forehead gently against hers before leading her over to the chaise.

“Tell me what is going on, Eleanor.”

Gareth watched his woman look away so he grabbed her hands and held them tightly. He was beginning to worry that something was really wrong.

“Tell me, Mistress. Please.”

Eleanor looked back at him sharply, that flame that Gareth so loved began to flare.
Thank God.
He hadn’t lost her.

“I am sorry. I have my monthly flux. It came last night and I am always a mess at this time.”

Gareth flushed. He knew such things happened of course, but had never discussed them with anyone other than his father. His father’s instructions were to get a clear signal between his wife and himself so that he wouldn’t impose on her at the wrong time.

“Should I go home then, Eleanor, my love? I do not wish to upset you.”

When Gareth saw another tear well up in her beautiful green eyes and he knew he had said the wrong thing. Did she now think that he
wanted
to leave? He just didn’t know what to do.

He tried again.

“What does my Mistress need? Would you like me to stay and hold you as you sleep? Or do you need me to leave? Please, Mistress, help me. I am lost.”

Eleanor sobbed and threw her arms around him. His Mistress was gone tonight, and he needed to treat her like the lady she was. Gareth flipped into earl mode and took control of the situation – after all, they were not in the bedroom yet. If they married he would take care of her outside the bedroom and she could have control within it.

He picked her up and carried her out of the room.

When he saw the butler’s troubled expression he felt a pang of guilt for not thinking the man worthy of his position.

“Is she unwell?” the butler swallowed, looking pained.

Gareth frowned at the lack of accompanying title.

“Who are you?” Gareth asked, shocked by the lack of civility in the butler.