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“Holding out on me now, are you?” he asked
, smoothing his hand over her bottom where he’d spanked her. “I’m not known for my patience, but I can wait.”

She glanced behind her to see him tug his cr
avat from his throat, letting it flutter to the floor. Then he shrugged out of his coat. He unbuttoned his waistcoat, adding it to the pile at his feet. Then he tugged his linen shirt over his head.

Heavens
, he was gorgeous. Like a living, breathing Adonis standing just a few feet away. She could stare at his chest, covered in a slight dusting of dark hair, and at his muscled arms all day and night. She’d imagined that chest, pressed against her breasts, abrading her strained peaks. She’d imagined those arms wrapped around her. She’d imagined…

H
e slid his first trouser button through its hole, and Emma eagerly licked her lips. A thud sounded from the counterpane as the third ball dropped onto the bed.

* * *

James
bit back a smile. So nice to realize her anticipation at seeing his cock had such a nice affect. He abandoned his button and closed the distance between them. He picked up the glistening silver ball from the bed with this thumb and forefinger, while his other hand caressed her ass, delighting in the mewling sounds that escaped her. He’d never have guessed Emma Alnwick was such a wanton. It truly was the best news of…well, it might just be the best news of his life.

He circle
d her puckered entrance with the pad of his finger once more. She could take another ball in her rectum. He was fairly certain she could hold all four inside her while he fucked her, maybe more. And next time, he might just fuck her little ass instead. He pressed the ball, so nicely lubricated by her own slickened cunt, inside her ass. Such a pretty sight to see, watching her hole swallow what he gave her. And such a nice sound, that bit of air she sucked in each time.

James’ cock strained against his trousers. God, he
ached to be inside her. But he couldn’t do so yet. She still had one ball remaining in that tight cunt of hers, stubborn minx. She’d let go of it though, if it was the last thing he did. After all, he truly wasn’t the most patient of men, and he’d never promised to play fair.

He gripped her waist
hard, possessively with one hand while the other dipped between her legs. He brushed his finger over her clitoris and relished the feminine whimper that seemed wrenched from her soul as the fourth and final ball dropped from her cunt. He caught in his hand it before it hit the counterpane. “Finally,” he remarked. “You held onto these much longer than I anticipated you would.”  He slid the last ball against her anal opening, knowing her ass would swallow it like it had the others, but still he ached to see it. He pressed the ball inside her opening, followed by his finger to make certain all four were well seated within her.

Damn it all, he was
more aroused than he’d been in quite a while, maybe ever.  He brought his firm hand down on her ass once more, making her gasp and lurch a bit forward. “Don’t let those drop, Emma. Keep your ass tight.”

She nodded dutifully.

“Good girl,” he praised. “Now roll onto your back, and open your legs for me.”

She followed his instructions
like a devoted little pupil hoping to please her master, dropping to her side and then rolling onto her back. She met his gaze and the muscles in her throat constricted as she swallowed. James’ cock throbbed anew.

Emma opened her legs
, as he’d directed. She’d bent her legs at the knees, an invitation to be taken if he’d ever seen one. Dark blond curls, damp from her own desire, hardly shielded her from his view. And the memory of her holding her cunt open for him as he first inserted those balls inside her flashed in his mind, and he barely managed not to groan. But he wanted to enjoy every last second of this, wanted to stretch it out as long as it would last, remember every moment forever.

He slowly slid his final trouser button through its hole, and his erection jutted
free from the opening.  Emma’s green eyes widened at the sight of him, which only made him pulse more painfully with need.

“Touch yourself, Emma. Like I just touched you.”
He was playing a dangerous game, but watching her in the carriage, her slender fingers holding herself wide for him had been the most beautiful sight he’d ever seen.

“Touch myself?

He kicked off one
boot as he nodded. “Mmm. Stroke that little nub of yours.” She was already soaking the counterpane beneath her, but he couldn’t help it. He had to watch her, he had to see her fondling herself upon his command.

Her delicate hand
trailed to her opening. She sucked in a breath as she circled her clitoris with her fingertip.  Then she released the breath she held to ask, “Like this?”

Exactly like that. God, he couldn’t wait to pound
into her.  “Don’t stop until I say you can.” James kicked off his second boot; his eyes never strayed from the motion of Emma’s fingers and her dripping cunt.

Slowly, he slid his trousers from his legs and
then took his cock in his hand. He stroked himself, reveling in each catch of her breath, each whimper that escaped her, each drop of desire that pooled beneath her.

He
climbed onto the bed, and spread her legs further apart with his hands. Her fingers stilled with his closeness. James shook his head and tsked. “Emma love, I said not to stop until I said so. Do you want me to punish you again?”

She shook her head against the pi
llow, dislodging the domino that shielded her face from his view. Perfect. He wanted to see her lovely face anyway. He leaned forward, hovering over her, and tossed her domino to the floor. “So beautiful,” he muttered before pressing a kiss to her warm and pliant lips.

“James,” she sighed, with that same breathy sound she’d used in his study when she talked him into this madness.

He grinned at her, pushing back to his kneeling position between her thighs. “But you didn’t listen to me, Emma.”


Not a punishment?” she squeaked.

He shook his head. “Not if you do exactly what I say.”

She nodded quickly, her green eyes seeking his.

“Slide
two fingers inside your pussy, Emma. Two of them. Do it now.”

She quickly complied with
his command, working two fingers inside herself. Damn, he was about to burst and he hadn’t even fucked her yet. He began to wonder which of them he was truly punishing with this.

“Fuck yourself with that hand
, Emma. I want to see your fingers go in and out.”

She did just as he asked, sliding her fingers in and out rhythmically, like his cock ached to do
.

“Faster,” he commanded
, barely containing control over his own lust.

The slur
ping sound coming from her cunt combined with the smell of her passion wrapped around him in the most exquisite torture.

“Stop,” he ordered
when he couldn’t take anymore, lest he ruin the rest of their evening all together. “Let me see your fingers. Hold them up for me.”

Emma pulled her hand from her
cunt and held up her slickened fingers for his inspection. Her desire dripped from her fingertips and knuckles. James grabbed her hand, drawing her fingers inside his mouth. God she tasted like heaven, like a salty heaven that would destroy him if he let it.

* * *

Emma’s
head turned from side to side when James sucked on her fingers and then he slid a finger of his own into her slit, moving in and out of her, as he’d just watched her do to herself. But he was better at this than she was. He knew what he was doing and she…

“Not qu
ite so tight anymore,” he said a bit proudly.

How could she be tight
after carrying those balls inside her? The very balls that were currently filling her anus so wickedly. The weight of them made it difficult to move, nearly pinning her to her place on the bed, but she loved the feel of them possessing her so soundly. She loved the weight and feel of them pushing against each other, and she squeezed her ass tight to keep them in place. He’d said not to let them drop, and while she rather enjoyed this part of his punishment, she didn’t want any more delays.

James retrieved his finger from her pussy and
leaned up over her. “Open your mouth, Emma.”

She did as he
directed, knowing what he wanted and wondering how she tasted.


Now swallow every drop.” He pushed his finger into her mouth, his light blue eyes intently watching as she closed her lips around him and began to suckle her passion from his finger. Tangy. She tasted salty and tangy.

James pulled
his finger from her mouth and leaned back onto his knees. She watched him, silently wondering what he was going to do next, what he was going to require of her next.

He gripped his bulging manhood in his hand, stroking his shaft as he edged it closer to her wet slit. This was it, what she’d wanted, what she’d dreamed of, what she’d waited for.
She would have edged closer to him, but the weight of the balls in her ass made it difficult to move.

James
’ eyes bored into her and she couldn’t look away from him. She’d wanted to watch him press himself inside her, but watching the intensity of his expressions, the seriousness in his eyes was even better. He looked almost in pain as he eased the tip of his large crown inside her opening.

Heavens,
the silver balls hadn’t prepared her enough for his width. He stretched her far wider than she’d expected, and Emma grabbed handfuls of counterpane in her fists on either side of her as he pressed his crown and shaft further inside her passage.

An anguished moan seemed wrenched from him
, and his breathing became more labored. Then he grabbed her waist with both hands and pulled her onto him, sheathing himself completely inside her.

“James!”
she cried out, but it was the last thing she could say. She could barely breathe as it was. He filled her so fully, so completely, her wildest dreams hadn’t come close to imagining this.

* * *

God,
she was tight. Tight as a virgin, almost. Why the devil Michael hadn’t stretched her out long before now made no sense at all. If she’d been James’ wife, she’d rarely have had the strength to leave his bed.

Emma’s green gaze met his and held it, almost as though she could see straight into his soul, igniting a flame inside his chest he hadn’t known was there.

James pulled slightly from her, and then buried himself once again inside the wet warmth of her cunt. Emma gasped in pleasure, and he couldn’t help but smile at her reaction. He moved over her, resting his hands on either side of her beautiful face, the very face he’d seen in more than one dream over the years. He was close enough he could kiss her now, a real kiss, not a mere peck like before. But a kiss that was worthy of the wait he’d endured until he had her just like this.

Without waiting a moment more,
James crushed his lips against Emma’s, swallowing her moan as her lips parted for him. His tongue delved inside the warm haven that was her mouth. That sweet mouth, that pretty mouth he’d wanted to fuck for so long. Desire, the need to possess her in every possible way, rippled across his skin.

Her tongue tangled with his
, urging him to take her harder, faster. James thrust forward, rocking her backwards on the bed. He dropped from his hands to his elbows, closing the space between them, pinning her beneath him. There’d be no escape for her tonight. She’d take everything he gave her until he had nothing left to give.

The silk of her gown caressed his chest, and he had the overwhelming desire to rip
every inch of clothing from her body, so he could feel her soft skin against his.

Next time. Next time,
he’d have her stripped bare. Next time, he’d pinch her nipples until she begged him to stop. Next time, he’d slide his cock down her throat until she couldn’t take anymore, then he’d flip her over and fuck her ass.

But this time, t
his time his cock was right where it had ached to be for some time, seated firmly within her. He lifted up slightly, breaking their kiss to look at her.

Emma’s green gaze fell to his lips, and James smiled. He caressed the apple of her cheek with his fingertips until she met his eyes once more. There’d never been a more beautiful sight as Emma,
his
Emma lying beneath him, welcoming him, ready to please him in any way he chose. Why the devil she wanted
him
, he’d never understand, but he wasn’t about to question his good fortune. And he’d never give her up.

She was his now,
his to suckle, pinch, nip, caress, fuck…love whenever he wanted. Love. God, he did love her. Had loved her for years. And now she was his, for now and always. 

Damn, that
thought warmed his blood like nothing ever had and he drove into her again. He had to possess her. He had to own every inch of her delectable body, heart, and soul. He’d waited too long to hold back.

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