Patience (11 page)

He swept his fingers over her cheek. “But it’s a beautiful torture, isn’t it?”

A small frown creased her brow. “Yes,” she breathed.

His cock pulsed with excitement. “And you will endure it, for it pleases me.”

Her eyes looked like wet grass. He wanted to bury his face between her legs while he pushed his cock between her full, moist lips.

Instead, he stood at the side of the bed and positioned himself near her hands. “Open the front of my trousers, but leave the waist closed,” he ordered quietly.

Patience paused only briefly before doing as he bid her. Matthew sipped his brandy and watched a blush tint her cheeks while she worked at his buttons. He clenched his jaw as she pressed against his erection in her efforts. Then he held back a groan of relief as his cock popped through the front of his undergarment and out the opening of his trousers.

Patience drew in her breath. Freed from its confines, his prick swelled to its full size. Broad and heavy, it stretched its reddened head toward her.

She stared at it unwaveringly and licked her lips as she shifted closer. Just the proximity of her face to his cock made his cum churn in his balls.

Reaching down, he lifted out his tight, swollen cods. “Do you like it?”

“Yes.” She looked up at him with a glowing admiration in her eyes. “It’s so thick.” She returned her gaze to it. “I didn’t know it could be so thick.”

Matthew’s blood rushed at her enthusiasm, and pre-cum spilled over the aching head of his cock. Putting down his brandy, he pushed his hips forward and placed his hand over her bound ones so that she wouldn’t touch him. “It weeps,” he said. “Lick it.”

Patience looked up at him and her eyes darkened.

“Do it,” he ordered softly.

Patience lowered her gaze, and then, sticking out her pink tongue, she lapped up the rivulet of fluid with the sort of slow zeal one might expect of one who had long awaited the opportunity to taste a great delicacy.

Matthew tensed at the warm, soft stroke, and watched her as she registered the taste of him. He waited for any sign of dislike, but instead her eyes closed for a moment and she licked her lips. When she looked up at him again, her eyes were shining and hungry.

Matthew drew in his breath and another salty spill immediately welled and dripped down his shaft. “There’s more. Lick it all.” As she complied—this time without pause—he held his breath. The long, soft swipe of her tongue against his swollen flesh was heaven. And each stroke coaxed more fluid from his burning glans, which she lapped up without pause. God—his whole body tightened—she was like a thirsty kitten at a bowl of cream. “That’s good,” he choked. “Now suck it from the top.”

He clenched his teeth as he watched Patience slip her full lips over the enflamed head of his prick. Her eyes fell closed as her tongue swirled over his knob. He drew in his breath and his blood drummed in his ears. But when she began to draw upon him, he knew he’d gone too far.

He groaned and jerked back, but it was too late. Grabbing the base of his cock, he squeezed it hard as he thrust his hips forward again. “Open!”

Patience quickly took him into her warm mouth and, pushing down a little, began suckling greedily upon him.

“No,” he gasped, “be still!” He grunted and squeezed harder as Patience froze, her lips snug around his knob. He felt his seed rolling up his shaft. Then a ragged moan escaped him as he ejaculated a single, heavenly spurt of cum into Patience’s mouth. She flinched in surprise, but didn’t pull away.

Shaking, he waited. But nothing more came. He’d held back the rest.

Drawing deep breaths, he stared down at Patience. Her eyes were closed, but she looked beautiful with the head of his cock in her mouth. Again, he waited for a sign of distaste, but none came. He touched her throat. “Swallow,” he whispered. He felt her throat move against his fingers, and then she began to swirl her tongue over the tender head of his prick. Christ, surely he’d died and gone to heaven.

“That’s good, Patience,” he murmured, stroking back her hair. “That’s so good.”

She raised her eyes to his, and they were so rampant with want that a fresh jolt of lust rocked him. The muscles in his hips and thighs twitched with the effort it took to remain still. Slowly, he drew in air through his nose. He should withdraw, but he couldn’t seem to make himself move. “You like it, don’t you?” he found himself asking. “Show me how you like it.”

Patience closed her eyes and opened her mouth to take more of him. Matthew tensed as he watched her lips close around him. Then he flinched and gasped when she pushed deeper, stroking the underside of his prick with her tongue.

Christ!
He jerked away from her. Patience released a soft whimper.

Grabbing the brandy snifter, Matthew took three huge swallows. Where the hell was his control? He needed to slow down.

He looked at Patience. So did she! He slipped his hand behind her head and, putting the snifter to her lips, he tipped the remainder of the brandy into her mouth. “Drink,” he said firmly.

 

Patience stared into Matthew’s dark eyes as she swallowed all that remained of the brandy. She felt it warming her instantly. Her eyes fell closed when Matthew turned to set the glass on the bedside table.

Infused with a voluptuous sensuality, she slipped her tongue slowly over her lower lip. Beneath the warm flavor of the brandy, she still tasted the tangy essence of Matthew’s seed. It tasted nothing like she had expected—salty and slightly bitter. Mary, the upstairs maid at the vicarage, had once told her it was an acquired taste. Perhaps, but as she’d swallowed, she’d felt filled with an erotic power. It was as if she’d swallowed liquid lust. Her clitoris throbbed. She wanted more.

Opening her eyes, she found Matthew regarding her intently. His breathing had slowed. “There,” he said, gently. “You’ve pleased me well already.”

Before she could think, her clitoris pulsed at his praise. But she didn’t have time to ponder this for he was reaching for the knife.

Only a small tremor of nervousness touched her. But when he used the blade to cut all her bonds, she suddenly and inexplicably felt alarm. She wanted them back!

Matthew must have seen the dread in her eyes. “Don’t worry.” He drove the knife into the top of the headboard. “I’m going to retie you.”

Patience almost gasped with relief. She watched with true pleasure as he twisted the silk around her wrist.

“The bonds make everything easier, don’t they?” he said.

“Yes.” Patience met his dark gaze. “Why is that?”

“They hold you—support you, in a way. Move to the middle of the bed and recline against the pillows,” Matthew directed gently.

Patience’s clitoris throbbed as she obeyed.

“The bonds also remove the burden of complete capitulation,” he said, tying the fabric to the bedpost so that her arm was stretched out from her side. “Once you have more mastery over your submission, you won’t need them. But for now, they keep your hands out of my way and give you something physical to struggle against when you feel the need.”

Yes.
Earlier, when he had demanded she stand with her hands at her sides, it had been almost impossible; for the reflex to resist was strong, despite her desire to submit. And if she hadn’t been tied up to now, she didn’t know what she would have done.

“There.” Matthew tied the last knot.

Patience looked at her outstretched arm and then at him. “Are you going to tie my other arm the same way?”

“Yes.”

“And my legs?”

His dark gaze held her as he moved around to the other side of the bed, his thick, ponderous cock swaying before him. “I ought to draw them up by your knees and tie them to your arms.”

Patience’s eyes widened.

He smiled softly. “But, as it’s your first time, I’ll allow your legs to remain free.”

She released a relieved breath as he picked up what looked like his discarded cravat. As he tied it around her wrist, she admired his prick. Though the head protruding from its sheath was comparatively slick and narrow, just beneath the swollen rim his prick broadened quickly, widening all the way down to a truly incredible breadth at the base. More broad than round, she realized that, despite its thickness, his cock was much easier to suck than a cucumber—and it was far more delicious as well. She licked her lips and felt moisture trickle from her cunt. He was splendid.

Pressing a tender kiss into her palm, he secured her wrist. Then he walked around to the foot of the bed, his eyes never leaving her.

Her arms spread wide, Patience felt her vulnerability.

“You’re so damned beautiful.” He unbuttoned the top of his trousers and pushed them down with his undergarment. His cock bobbed from between his long shirttails. “I love to see you bound.”

Patience moistened her lips and felt herself blushing. “You do?”

“Of course.” He removed the studs from his cuffs. “The bonds are a symbol of who and what you are.”

She tilted her head. “Who and what am I?”

He regarded her as he undid his shirt. “One day you will know.”

“You’re being cryptic,” she said softly.

Matthew smiled as he shrugged out of his shirt. “Yes.”

At the vision of his naked body, Patience released a slow breath. She didn’t know where to look for he was beautiful everywhere—like some magnificent archangel. Broad shouldered and with depth of chest, his torso narrowed at the waist and hip, but not so much that he looked thin. He had weight and mass, yet no fat. Lean muscle covered every part of him—shoulder to arm, chest to abdomen, pelvis to thigh. Hair grew lightly on his chest, but was thick at his groin. And from the mass of dark curls, his penis rose broad and heavy—heavier looking than when it was protruding from his trousers. Veins laced down its length and, beneath, his cods looked tight and full.

As she stared, he gripped himself. One hand stroked firmly as the other rubbed his sac.

Patience swallowed and her womb felt heavy when she lifted her gaze back to Matthew’s.

His eyes were pinned on her. “Your mouth is sweet and warm, and it feels like heaven on my cock.” He still worked himself.

Patience shivered and pulled against her bonds. “Then let me taste it again.”

His jaw tensed and he released himself. “When I say so.”

Kneeling on the bed, he came to her. His brown hair dropped into a part and fell forward against his temples. His dark eyes captivated her. She shuddered with excitement then arched against him as he grasped her chin and took her mouth in a deep, probing kiss. God, if only she could get closer to him—she could feel his cock against her thigh. She moaned as he thrust his tongue deeper, but then she gasped as he broke the kiss.

He spoke against her lips. “When next I take your lovely mouth, I’m going to thrust.”

Patience panted. She remembered Wilson humping wildly into Mary’s mouth.

“When I do, you must relax. The more you relax, the easier it will be for you to breathe. If I go too far, and I likely will, tap my leg with yours and I’ll pull back. Is that clear?”

Patience swallowed. “Yes.”

“And very important, Patience—no teeth.”

She nodded. Mary had told her, and she had become quite expert at not scoring the green skin of the garden cucumbers.

“Good.” Matthew pulled back and yanked the knife out of the headboard. “Now, be still.”

Patience trembled as he swiftly cut the laces of her corset. Once done, he closed the sharp edge, and tossed it on the bedside table. She sucked in her breath as he pulled away her corset and then ripped off the remnants of her chemise.

She felt her cheeks warm with an instant flush of discomfort. She had the family trait of thick, distended nipples. They could only be hidden behind the heavy stays of her corset. Now, in her excitement, they stuck out to an embarrassing degree. She squirmed as he stared.

But then he swallowed convulsively and raised his dark eyes to hers. “Is there no part of you, Patience, that God did not bless with beauty?”

A warm thrill passed through her, then she shivered as he swept his fingers along the outer curves of her breasts.

“Is there no part of you,” he murmured, “that God did not make to suit my passions?”

A sharp tingle seeped beneath Patience’s skin as he brushed his fingers firmly over her stiffened nipples. Then he swooped down and, covering one with his warm mouth, began sucking firmly. Gasping and moaning, her back arched at the intense, pulsing pleasure. It was as if he were pulling it from somewhere deep inside her. And the more he drew upon her, the more she was filled with it. She shivered and strained against him, yet, still, he fed upon her—laving her nipple and then sucking it more before finally letting it slip from his mouth. It was thicker and larger than ever. Lifting her other breast, he quickly brought her other nipple to the same state of excitement.

Patience moaned and pulled against her bonds. Her cunt clenched tightly. The feeling was wonderful. His devouring mouth made her wish that he could, somehow, truly consume her. She sucked in her breath as, in seeming answer to her thoughts, he bit down firmly upon her, pinching her other enlarged nipple as he did so. The slight pain sent a shock of delicious sensation directly to her aching clitoris. Patience’s eyes widened and her hips jerked.

Drawing back, Matthew rubbed his heavy sac against her thigh. Large and distended, her nipples throbbed.

“Look at them.” Matthew licked his lips and then raised his eyes to her. “They beckon punishment, don’t they?” And then he delivered a light downward slap with his fingers to one nipple and then the other.

Patience expelled a soft cry. The sharp contact was like a hot shock of lightning. Her nipples felt warm and her skin tingled.

Matthew slapped each one again. Patience gasped yet her back arched, lifting her breasts to him. Her nipples felt as if they were swelling. “Please,” she entreated, struggling against her bonds and lifting her chest as much as she could. The feeling was wonderful and incomprehensible.