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wished to rend in two, perhaps with his teeth.
But he remained seated instead, watching as she shimmied her dress down her body. She kept her dark stare on him the entire time, reading his reactions, metering her movements to torture and best please him.
Finally she shoved her gown to her waist and let it hang there. She lifted her hands to her breasts and massaged them until the nipples became hard against the flimsy fabric of the chemise. He shifted.
“Take it off,” he repeated, his voice low. “Take it all off.”
She gave a husky laugh. “Your wish is my command, my lord,” she murmured, then slid her fingers beneath the chemise and shoved both gown and underthings down the length of her body.
She toed off her slippers, then lifted one leg and slowly, so slowly, rolled her stocking down to remove it. She let her hands drag across her stomach with a hissing moan before she repeated that action on the other leg.
She kicked all the clothing away and stood before him deliciously naked. His heart stuttered as he stared at her in the glowing firelight and dimming lamplight. Her curves were almost unreal. From her full breasts to her rounded hips, it was a body men would have painted in the Renaissance. A body men had worshipped since the dawn of time.
“Are you only going to stare?” she asked, arching her back to give him a better view of the breasts he wished to suckle until she screamed in pleasure.
“For now, yes,” he managed to choke out. “Touch yourself, make yourself ready for me.”
She laughed, and the sound was intoxicating. “If you don’t already think I’m dripping and ready, you underestimate your allure, my lord.”
Plenty of women had said something similar to him over the years. Women who then flinched when they looked at his scars. But the scars didn’t seem to bother Violet. She hardly seemed to notice them. He could almost believe her.
“Touch yourself. Now,” he repeated. “Or I shall punish you.”
Her eyebrows lifted. “How?” she asked, but she was breathless and her nipples got even harder.
He stood up but didn’t approach her. “I will hold you down on my bed while I lick your pussy until you are writhing and begging for release. And I won’t give it to you. I will hold you on the edge of pleasure until you weep and scream my name. Is that plain enough?”
Her hand slipped between her legs, and she shuddered as she touched herself. “I’m not certain that would be a punishment. It sounds like heaven.”
“Breaking you sounds like heaven?” he asked. Her eyes widened, and he chuckled. “Actually, I tend to agree.”
“You can’t break me,” she replied, but her hand worked in earnest and, judging from the flush that had begun to work across her chest and up her neck, Violet was enjoying the idea he presented.
“Don’t tempt me,” he said. “Now stop touching yourself. I don’t want you to come until I give you the orgasm you will so richly deserve.”
She hesitated but pulled her hand from between her legs. He could see the shining evidence of her utter arousal on her fingertips. Without warning, he reached out to catch her wrist and dragged her closer. He lifted her hand to his mouth and sucked her fingers, licking her earthy, sweet essence from the tips.
She shivered, and he thought she might come there and then.
“You said you want to please me,” he continued, releasing her hand reluctantly and reaching for a pillow, which he dropped at her feet.
She looked down and smiled. “Please you, my lord ?” she repeated.
He nodded slowly. “Yes.”
She unfastened his trousers as she slithered down his body to kneel on the pillow he had provided. They hit the floor as she did, and he stepped out of them and kicked them away, just as she had done with her gown a few moments before. She pushed his shirt up and away from his waist and he went to work on removing it, even as he watched her, her face a breath away from his hard
But he remained seated instead, watching as she shimmied her dress down her body. She kept her dark stare on him the entire time, reading his reactions, metering her movements to torture and best please him.
Finally she shoved her gown to her waist and let it hang there. She lifted her hands to her breasts and massaged them until the nipples became hard against the flimsy fabric of the chemise. He shifted.
“Take it off,” he repeated, his voice low. “Take it all off.”
She gave a husky laugh. “Your wish is my command, my lord,” she murmured, then slid her fingers beneath the chemise and shoved both gown and underthings down the length of her body.
She toed off her slippers, then lifted one leg and slowly, so slowly, rolled her stocking down to remove it. She let her hands drag across her stomach with a hissing moan before she repeated that action on the other leg.
She kicked all the clothing away and stood before him deliciously naked. His heart stuttered as he stared at her in the glowing firelight and dimming lamplight. Her curves were almost unreal. From her full breasts to her rounded hips, it was a body men would have painted in the Renaissance. A body men had worshipped since the dawn of time.
“Are you only going to stare?” she asked, arching her back to give him a better view of the breasts he wished to suckle until she screamed in pleasure.
“For now, yes,” he managed to choke out. “Touch yourself, make yourself ready for me.”
She laughed, and the sound was intoxicating. “If you don’t already think I’m dripping and ready, you underestimate your allure, my lord.”
Plenty of women had said something similar to him over the years. Women who then flinched when they looked at his scars. But the scars didn’t seem to bother Violet. She hardly seemed to notice them. He could almost believe her.
“Touch yourself. Now,” he repeated. “Or I shall punish you.”
Her eyebrows lifted. “How?” she asked, but she was breathless and her nipples got even harder.
He stood up but didn’t approach her. “I will hold you down on my bed while I lick your pussy until you are writhing and begging for release. And I won’t give it to you. I will hold you on the edge of pleasure until you weep and scream my name. Is that plain enough?”
Her hand slipped between her legs, and she shuddered as she touched herself. “I’m not certain that would be a punishment. It sounds like heaven.”
“Breaking you sounds like heaven?” he asked. Her eyes widened, and he chuckled. “Actually, I tend to agree.”
“You can’t break me,” she replied, but her hand worked in earnest and, judging from the flush that had begun to work across her chest and up her neck, Violet was enjoying the idea he presented.
“Don’t tempt me,” he said. “Now stop touching yourself. I don’t want you to come until I give you the orgasm you will so richly deserve.”
She hesitated but pulled her hand from between her legs. He could see the shining evidence of her utter arousal on her fingertips. Without warning, he reached out to catch her wrist and dragged her closer. He lifted her hand to his mouth and sucked her fingers, licking her earthy, sweet essence from the tips.
She shivered, and he thought she might come there and then.
“You said you want to please me,” he continued, releasing her hand reluctantly and reaching for a pillow, which he dropped at her feet.
She looked down and smiled. “Please you, my lord ?” she repeated.
He nodded slowly. “Yes.”
She unfastened his trousers as she slithered down his body to kneel on the pillow he had provided. They hit the floor as she did, and he stepped out of them and kicked them away, just as she had done with her gown a few moments before. She pushed his shirt up and away from his waist and he went to work on removing it, even as he watched her, her face a breath away from his hard
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