been…been…satisfied.”
He arched an eyebrow. “What did you have in mind?”
As if the man passing by them on horseback could hear her, Patience waited until he was far ahead before she spoke. “You will need your scarves again.”
A tendril of panic laced with excitement slithered through him but the thought of being bound and blindfolded with Patience in control intrigued him nonetheless. “For me?” he asked.
She shook her head. “I’m afraid it’s quite shocking.”
One side of his mouth pulled into a grin. “Shock me.”
His statement seemed to embolden her. She batted her lashes and wet her lips with the tip of her tongue. “Well, in the story, the hero ties the heroine’s hands, blindfolds her and forces her to…to take him in her…mouth.”
Thank God for the blanket. James’s cock leapt to full attention. Images of a voluptuously naked Patience tied and blindfolded, on her knees with a mouthful of his cock were almost too much to bear. He moaned his approval.
“You said somethin’, yer lordship?” the driver asked.
“No, nothing at all, Jasper,” James said quickly. “But I think perhaps we might cut our outing short.”
Patience blushed profusely. “I’ve offended you,” she said under her breath.
“On the contrary,” James said. “I’m very much looking forward to tonight.”
* * * * *
Wearing nothing but her chemise, Patience trembled as James tied the blindfold in place for the second time in as many days. What would it be like to take him in her mouth? At first, she’d thought such an act would be offensive. Degrading. The stories she’d read and her fantasies about James had led her to believe otherwise. Of course, the portion she’d underlined in the novel she’d given him earlier this morning included having her control and will stolen completely away and Patience looked forward to that aspect of tonight more than anything.
“Put your hands behind your back,” he ordered. His voice was like roughhewn leather.
A delicious tremor swept through body. “Not again,” she mewled—but it was just a part she was playing. This was easy when she was pretending to be someone else.
A smart slap landed on her thinly clad rump. Patience jolted but luxuriated in the wonderful heat that radiated from her backside to her inner thighs. Her clitoris throbbed in violent anticipation.
“Shall I have to punish you, slave?” James teased. He was playing his part well, tonight. Too well.
Patience shook at the thought of just what pleasurable punishments he would mete out to her.
“I won’t allow you to tie me,” she said. Her heart drummed wildly against her rib cage.
A hand grasped her arm. A foot caught her ankle and without warning, she tipped forward. She caught herself when her palms met the soft covers on her bed. Here’s where it was going to get interesting. Patience’s cream gathered and she ached for him to touch her between the legs. Her blood thickened until her pulse roared in her ears.
“For your disobedience, you’ll receive three lashes,” he said. “Pull up your shift.”
Patience swallowed and wrenched up the back of her chemise.
Something leathery tickled the backs of her thighs.
Patience held her position. Her bottom tingled in eager expectation as James pushed his knee between her legs. “That’s it. Bare your lovely bottom for me. Spread your legs.”
Bracing her hands back on the bed, she inched her legs apart.
“Farther,” he commanded.
Her inner thighs burned as she stretched them as far as possible.
“Put your face on the mattress,” he said. “I want your bum high and exposed.”
Her stomach turned flips as she laid her forehead on the counterpane. The leather that Patience guessed was a strap teased her legs and then slapped her mons gently. Instinctively, she pushed back and up, wanting more attention there .
“I think you like having your cunny touched,” he said.
You have no earthly idea…
“Do you?” he
He arched an eyebrow. “What did you have in mind?”
As if the man passing by them on horseback could hear her, Patience waited until he was far ahead before she spoke. “You will need your scarves again.”
A tendril of panic laced with excitement slithered through him but the thought of being bound and blindfolded with Patience in control intrigued him nonetheless. “For me?” he asked.
She shook her head. “I’m afraid it’s quite shocking.”
One side of his mouth pulled into a grin. “Shock me.”
His statement seemed to embolden her. She batted her lashes and wet her lips with the tip of her tongue. “Well, in the story, the hero ties the heroine’s hands, blindfolds her and forces her to…to take him in her…mouth.”
Thank God for the blanket. James’s cock leapt to full attention. Images of a voluptuously naked Patience tied and blindfolded, on her knees with a mouthful of his cock were almost too much to bear. He moaned his approval.
“You said somethin’, yer lordship?” the driver asked.
“No, nothing at all, Jasper,” James said quickly. “But I think perhaps we might cut our outing short.”
Patience blushed profusely. “I’ve offended you,” she said under her breath.
“On the contrary,” James said. “I’m very much looking forward to tonight.”
* * * * *
Wearing nothing but her chemise, Patience trembled as James tied the blindfold in place for the second time in as many days. What would it be like to take him in her mouth? At first, she’d thought such an act would be offensive. Degrading. The stories she’d read and her fantasies about James had led her to believe otherwise. Of course, the portion she’d underlined in the novel she’d given him earlier this morning included having her control and will stolen completely away and Patience looked forward to that aspect of tonight more than anything.
“Put your hands behind your back,” he ordered. His voice was like roughhewn leather.
A delicious tremor swept through body. “Not again,” she mewled—but it was just a part she was playing. This was easy when she was pretending to be someone else.
A smart slap landed on her thinly clad rump. Patience jolted but luxuriated in the wonderful heat that radiated from her backside to her inner thighs. Her clitoris throbbed in violent anticipation.
“Shall I have to punish you, slave?” James teased. He was playing his part well, tonight. Too well.
Patience shook at the thought of just what pleasurable punishments he would mete out to her.
“I won’t allow you to tie me,” she said. Her heart drummed wildly against her rib cage.
A hand grasped her arm. A foot caught her ankle and without warning, she tipped forward. She caught herself when her palms met the soft covers on her bed. Here’s where it was going to get interesting. Patience’s cream gathered and she ached for him to touch her between the legs. Her blood thickened until her pulse roared in her ears.
“For your disobedience, you’ll receive three lashes,” he said. “Pull up your shift.”
Patience swallowed and wrenched up the back of her chemise.
Something leathery tickled the backs of her thighs.
Patience held her position. Her bottom tingled in eager expectation as James pushed his knee between her legs. “That’s it. Bare your lovely bottom for me. Spread your legs.”
Bracing her hands back on the bed, she inched her legs apart.
“Farther,” he commanded.
Her inner thighs burned as she stretched them as far as possible.
“Put your face on the mattress,” he said. “I want your bum high and exposed.”
Her stomach turned flips as she laid her forehead on the counterpane. The leather that Patience guessed was a strap teased her legs and then slapped her mons gently. Instinctively, she pushed back and up, wanting more attention there .
“I think you like having your cunny touched,” he said.
You have no earthly idea…
“Do you?” he
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