Nothing Denied (12 page)

He touched her shoulder and guided her around, pleased that she offered him no resistance. She might not know it, but she was already bending to his wil . She leaned against the clean glass, staring up at him with eyes glazed with passion and heat.

“What is important?” he repeated as he slipped his hands up to cover her breasts. She moaned.

“Th–this,” she stammered.

He nodded. “And do you want more?”

She bit her lip, her white teeth sinking seductively into the pink flesh. It took everything in him not to smash his mouth to hers.

“Yes,” she final y admitted. “I do want more.”

He slipped his hands from her breasts and caught her wrists. Without breaking eye contact, he lifted them up until he pinned her back against the window, arms above her head.

Her eyes widened and she looked at him in question and just a tinge of fear. But more than that, there was excitement in her stare. Pure desire that couldn’t be denied.

“You wil not come until I al ow it,” he ordered, bending to press his lips behind her ear. “Do you understand? If you orgasm before I tel you yes, you
will
be punished.”

She sucked in a breath as he drew back to stare down at her. He could see she wanted to refuse. She wanted to fight. But just as he hoped, she wanted to come more. She wanted to fuck and that overcame everything else.

“Fine,” she said through clenched teeth, but her hips were already rocking against his.

He smiled and dropped his mouth to hers. She lifted her chin, eagerly meeting his lips with parted ones. He took what she offered gently at first, simply enjoying the flavor of her mouth, the taste of tea and sweet jam stil lingered. But the longer he kissed her, the less gentle he became. He made his demands with his tongue, driving it deep into her eager mouth, he made more demands with his hips as he arched into her softness and heard the swish of her skirts against glass.

“Gareth,” she gasped as his lips left hers to move to her delicate throat. “We should go upstairs. We should—”

He pul ed back to look at her. “No one wil enter. They have strict instructions.”

She cast a quick glance over her shoulder. “But the window…someone could see.”

“Now, now, my dear,” he al but purred. “We have already established that you
like
the idea of someone seeing you…or
hearing
your pleasure.”

Beatrice gasped and her gaze flitted from his. “Of course not.”

“Do not forget about my servant, Beatrice,” he whispered. “I certainly have not.”

Her cheeks darkened and the flush spread down her neck to her chest.

“Th–that was a momentary weakness.”

He moved in for her throat again, murmuring against her skin, “Momentary? No, I think not. In some dark place you’ve tried so hard to hide, I imagine you can easily picture eyes on you as you come, seeing your pleasure. Wishing they were you. Or
with
you.”

She bit her lip and moved her hands against his, but he would not release her.

“This is where I want you, Beatrice,” he whispered.

“And I think you want me here, as wel . Surrender to al the pleasure you know I’l give.”

She arched against him with another moan as he bit her earlobe gently. “God, yes.”

He didn’t ask for more. He released her hands and quickly popped open the buttons along the front of her pretty gown. She shifted to let him push the gown away, fol owed by her chemise, and bare her breasts. Her gaze shifted to the dining room entryway, but then she arched in mute offering. He couldn’t help but chuckle as he dropped his head to her breast. He swirled his tongue around one hard nipple and reveled in the way her breath caught. She was writhing now, rol ing her hips against his as he tugged her tender flesh.

The rest of her dress swished around her ankles as he swept it aside, leaving her nearly naked right there in the dining room. Her backside molded against the glass and she gasped again.

“Cold?” he asked, lifting his mouth away from her breast.

She rol ed her head back. “I like it.”

His cock twitched at the admission. Damn, but this woman was built for sex and sin, no matter what kind of front she put on. No matter how she resisted, in the end it was in her nature to submit, to yield, to moan and beg for him. Once he had her ultimate surrender, it was going to be sweet.

For now, he would settle for this. He caught her wrists again, this time in one hand and pinned them to the glass. With the other hand he guided her legs open wide and stroked one finger along the entrance to her body. He growled out a sound of pure possession when he found she was wet and ready for him. But not yet. Not yet. He had told her she couldn’t come until he gave her permission.

It was time to test the bounds of her obedience. He spread her open, peeling the folds of flesh back until the wet pearl of her clit sparkled up at him. He licked his thumb and then lightly caressed the hard nub of flesh.

Immediately her hips twitched and she sighed out a gasp of surprised, intense pleasure. Already she was on the brink.

“Don’t forget what you promised, Beatrice,” he whispered. “You shal not come until you have my permission.”

She whimpered in response but she didn’t draw back or argue. Another step toward his ultimate plans for her. He stroked her slit again, gathering some of her own juices to lubricate her clit with another gentle pinch.

“It feels so good,” she whispered, her voice trembling. “I want–I want—”

“You want to come,” he murmured, slipping a finger into her sheath and stroking her with one smooth thrust. She nodded as she arched against his touch.

“Ask me,” he said, ceasing al movement and catching her eye.

She stared at him, her lips trembling, her legs shaking from need and desire. Her sheath fluttered, but she wasn’t experienced enough yet to know that squeezing around him could help her gain release without his assistance. Or that rubbing against his poised thumb could relieve her. Later she would know these things, but she wouldn’t do them because he told her not to. He had no doubt she would eventual y be mastered.

“Ask,” he repeated.

“Please,” she whispered, high color darkening her cheeks. “Please let me…”

She opened and shut her mouth, searching for the word to describe her release.

“Come,” he said when she hesitated. “You want to come.”

“I want to come,” she sobbed. “I want you to make me come. Please let me.”

“How?” he whispered, the sweet torment testing him as much as he tested her. “With my fingers, my mouth or my cock?”

She groaned. “Your–your mouth,” she gasped.

He arched a brow, taken aback by her answer. He hadn’t expected it so quickly and with such fervor.

“You liked it when I tongued your clit?” he said as he let go of her wrists and slid down her body, suckling her bare skin along the way. “You liked it when I tasted your release?”

“Yes,” she cried as he blew out a breath against her sheath. “Yes, I liked it. Please, let me have that again.”

“Wait,” he reminded her. “Wait for me to tel you when.”

She jerked out a nod. Now that her hands were free, she tangled one in his hair, but the other rested against the window behind her, fingers curling and opening against the glass in hopeless fists as she waited and tried to control her trembling body.

He pressed a kiss to her outer lips gently, then opened her. His tongue came out and he lapped her clit just once. She yelped a sound of pleasure and her fingers tightened in his hair.

He drove his tongue inside of her, tasting her desire, scenting how close she was to utter explosion, but not ready to al ow it yet. He wanted her to depend on him for the permission. To wait, as he had ordered, even though it went against her body’s needs and her own mind.

“Not yet,” he whispered against her skin.

She tensed and he felt her grappling for control, reaching for some kind of sanity even as he licked and sucked her closer to oblivion. Final y, he returned to her clit. He sucked it once and she bucked, but to her credit she did not surrender to her own desires. She fol owed his order.

The second time, he felt her sheath begin to quiver and he knew she was at the brink. In a moment, she wouldn’t have a choice, she would come whether she tried to stop it or not.

“Now,” he said. “Come for me, Beatrice.”

She cried out when he suckled her again and the explosion of her orgasm was intense and enormous. Her hips rocked out of control, her sheath twitched and shuddered.

He stood up even as she continued to arch and sway with relief and shucked his trousers down. She opened for him even as she continued to cry out and took him when he thrust into her in one stroke.

“Keep coming, angel,” he whispered into her shoulder as he retreated and moved forward again. She sobbed with pleasure, her nails digging into his shoulders through his jacket. Her legs tightened around him and her hips ground as the orgasm he had started with his lips continued on.

He took her. There was no doubt that was what he was doing. His strokes were hard and harsh. But she didn’t resist. She met each one with enthusiasm, abandoning herself to him utterly and completely. Her surrender was so sweet that it drove him to the edge of orgasm within a few thrusts. He could feel her body’s pleasure fading, her limbs relaxing after such intense release. He wanted to feel her come with him. He wanted to take her even further along the road to being under his sexual sway.

“Did I tel you to stop?” he asked, his voice low against her ear.

She tensed, leaning back to look at him with an unreadable expression. “I—”

“I want you to come again,” he murmured, grinding his hips against hers in a slow circle.

Her lids fluttered shut and she moaned. “I can’t do it again.”

“You can,” he said, repeating the slow circle as he cupped her backside with one hand and lifted her into a better position.

He slipped his other hand between their bodies, squeezing one breast gently before he snaked his way down between her legs. He thrust forward as he fingered her sensitive clit.

“More to the point, you
will
come, Beatrice.”

Her breath came in pants now as she rested her head back against the glass behind her. She whimpered as he thrust again.

“It’s too much,” she moaned.

He chuckled and stimulated her clit once more.

“There is no such thing. Come for me.
Now
.”

With a cry, she did exactly what he had ordered. Her hips arched in a wild rhythm against his and her cries fil ed the air as her body squeezed his cock in steady, wild pulses.

His wire-thin control snapped as her fingers dug into his lower arms and he growled out his own pleasure before he pul ed out of her and let his seed pulse between them as his arms came around her.

She had done as he asked and he had reveled in every moment of it. If he had been skeptical of their arrangement before, now he was beginning to wonder if he had been wrong. Perhaps he
had
found the if he had been wrong. Perhaps he
had
found the woman who could accept his proclivities, his life. Perhaps he had found his bride after al .

Chapter Nine

B
eatrice lifted her face to the sunny sky and drew in a deep breath. After days hiding away in Gareth’s estate, the feel of the breeze in her hair and the sun on her skin was heavenly. She continued walking down the rol ing hil away from the house.

It wasn’t that she was complaining about what she had been doing since her arrival here. On the contrary, locking herself away and giving her body to Gareth was most definitely her pleasure. In the four days she had been here, his touch had brought her to completion so many times and in so many ways that she had almost lost count. And yet, she stil waited for him to bring her back to that secret room she had seen on her first night here.

She stil waited for him to take his control of her body beyond just the control of her orgasms, which he had perfected to near art. Now just the sound of his gravel y voice murmuring, “Now,” could make her quiver. If he so much as added his touch, she was lost. But she was wel aware that he had more for her to bear and she found herself tightly wound with tension

…and titil ation…at the idea that he would soon require more and more from her body…from her soul.

Stil , she welcomed this respite from the intensity of her time in Gareth’s bed. He had been obliged to take care of some business and she had decided to walk through the rol ing hil s and get to know the land better. She breathed in the softly scented air and looked around her. Gareth’s estate was the most beautiful place she had ever seen. Her own childhood estate had been in terrible disarray her entire life. In the end, their furniture had been shabby and il kept, her father had sold many of their finer things. It was humiliating. London was better. The townhome Beatrice shared with her mother and sister was very nice. Of course it would be. It had been provided by the shared funds of her two very rich brothers-in-law, and they spared no expense to make it appear that they gave a damn. But as fine a home as it was, it was so close and tight to its neighbors that there was no freedom to be found there. As for her married sisters’ estates, no one could deny that the Earl of Rothschild and the Duke of Kilgrath had magnificent homes, but she never felt quite right at either of them. From the moment she stepped within their wal s, she knew her hosts were counting the moments until she was gone. No amount of false friendliness or beauty could camouflage that fact.

Here it was different. Here she could breathe. There was no mother standing over her shoulder giving her twenty-five directions on what she should do differently. Here she did not have eyes on her, constantly judging and hating her for things she had done and said. She felt free as she walked along the pretty lawn that seemed to go on forever.

Even in the house, she
belonged
. Aside from the one footman who seemed to personal y despise her ever since that morning when she berated him, the servants did not treat her badly or openly judge her. The house was available to her and her desires, whether that was a quiet hour reading in Gareth’s library or a hot, passionate tryst with him against the door in his tidy office.