Perhaps she preferred the picnic after all. “I forget—Bhadra may return at any moment.”
“She will not lest I ring for her. She heeds direction well.”
Unlike others , he no doubt left unsaid. Deana took a deep breath.
“Your directions were hardly exact.”
“She does not require specifics.”
He spoke with such assurance. There was history betwixt him and Bhadra, she was sure of it.
He folded his arms. “Now, Miss Herwood.”
“I should remove the jewelry,” she demurred. “They are too precious to risk damage.”
“Leave them be.”
Having run out of diversions, she blurted, “What you ask is outrageous.”
His face was impassive. “And yet you acquiesce to being flogged and fucked over the back of a chair.”
His words shot straight to her cunnie. Indignation and desire fought for dominance within her, making her dumb and immobile. What a fool she was to have come here with him and how naïve to think she could withstand whatever he threw at her.
“Miss Herwood, do not make me punish you on the very first day.”
Chapter Six
HALSTEN DISCERNED BOTH FEAR and anticipation in her eyes at his statement. He knew when he had left her room last night that he had left her wanting. It had been no easy matter for him. He wanted nothing more than to make her spend as she had upon the table at the posting inn, but she needed to be well rested. And it had proven true that a slight delay of gratification could heighten her eagerness.
His own pants had been fit to burst last night. Even now, as he beheld her in those inflammatory hues and sparkling jewels, her one arm completely bare, he had to fortify his own patience. He reminded himself that he had far more years of experience than she, had learned from a practiced teacher, and been exposed to entirely different ways of regarding the pleasures of the flesh.
But he did not think he had judged her incorrectly. Her passion was apparent, and she was no stranger to flouting propriety. He surmised that her responsibilities and the weight of uncertainty made the opportunity for abandon appealing to her. She could appreciate releasing control, in the right circumstances, to another.
When she made no move, he undid the buttons of his cuffs and rolled the sleeves up his arms.
“Very well, we begin,” he pronounced.
He pulled her to him by the arm, startling the breath from her. To encase her to him, he circled his other arm around her waist. As he gazed down at her, he shook his head at himself. Did he truly think he could resist her? It had been hard enough before, but he had made the task doubly hard with the sari, for he much preferred the colors and cuts of the East. Dressed and adorned like an Indian princess, she was a bloom wanting to be picked. Her earlier flush of indignation had not dissipated. Desire glistened in her eyes.
Leaning down, he caressed the part of her neck below her ear with his mouth. He felt her relax against him. When he trailed kisses down the side of her neck, a soft sigh escaped her lips. He shifted his hand upon her lower back to position her better between his legs. How delicious her body felt pressed to him. The blood heated and churned about his groin.
He moved his mouth down below the necklace. She arched her back, causing her hips to move into him. He put his hand to the back of her head to hold it still when he took her wet and waiting mouth. The freshness of her bath from last night coupled with a nondescript scent all her own made for a heady mix that made the blood pound between his ears and in his cock. Parting her lips with his, he tasted of her. Deeper and deeper his tongue went. Her breath hitched at the penetration. His mouth moved over hers in constant, forceful motion. He allowed her little chance to return the kiss, a statement as to who held control. She could only submit to his plunder.
His hand traveled up her back, gently groping between her shoulder blades before finding and removing the pin
“She will not lest I ring for her. She heeds direction well.”
Unlike others , he no doubt left unsaid. Deana took a deep breath.
“Your directions were hardly exact.”
“She does not require specifics.”
He spoke with such assurance. There was history betwixt him and Bhadra, she was sure of it.
He folded his arms. “Now, Miss Herwood.”
“I should remove the jewelry,” she demurred. “They are too precious to risk damage.”
“Leave them be.”
Having run out of diversions, she blurted, “What you ask is outrageous.”
His face was impassive. “And yet you acquiesce to being flogged and fucked over the back of a chair.”
His words shot straight to her cunnie. Indignation and desire fought for dominance within her, making her dumb and immobile. What a fool she was to have come here with him and how naïve to think she could withstand whatever he threw at her.
“Miss Herwood, do not make me punish you on the very first day.”
Chapter Six
HALSTEN DISCERNED BOTH FEAR and anticipation in her eyes at his statement. He knew when he had left her room last night that he had left her wanting. It had been no easy matter for him. He wanted nothing more than to make her spend as she had upon the table at the posting inn, but she needed to be well rested. And it had proven true that a slight delay of gratification could heighten her eagerness.
His own pants had been fit to burst last night. Even now, as he beheld her in those inflammatory hues and sparkling jewels, her one arm completely bare, he had to fortify his own patience. He reminded himself that he had far more years of experience than she, had learned from a practiced teacher, and been exposed to entirely different ways of regarding the pleasures of the flesh.
But he did not think he had judged her incorrectly. Her passion was apparent, and she was no stranger to flouting propriety. He surmised that her responsibilities and the weight of uncertainty made the opportunity for abandon appealing to her. She could appreciate releasing control, in the right circumstances, to another.
When she made no move, he undid the buttons of his cuffs and rolled the sleeves up his arms.
“Very well, we begin,” he pronounced.
He pulled her to him by the arm, startling the breath from her. To encase her to him, he circled his other arm around her waist. As he gazed down at her, he shook his head at himself. Did he truly think he could resist her? It had been hard enough before, but he had made the task doubly hard with the sari, for he much preferred the colors and cuts of the East. Dressed and adorned like an Indian princess, she was a bloom wanting to be picked. Her earlier flush of indignation had not dissipated. Desire glistened in her eyes.
Leaning down, he caressed the part of her neck below her ear with his mouth. He felt her relax against him. When he trailed kisses down the side of her neck, a soft sigh escaped her lips. He shifted his hand upon her lower back to position her better between his legs. How delicious her body felt pressed to him. The blood heated and churned about his groin.
He moved his mouth down below the necklace. She arched her back, causing her hips to move into him. He put his hand to the back of her head to hold it still when he took her wet and waiting mouth. The freshness of her bath from last night coupled with a nondescript scent all her own made for a heady mix that made the blood pound between his ears and in his cock. Parting her lips with his, he tasted of her. Deeper and deeper his tongue went. Her breath hitched at the penetration. His mouth moved over hers in constant, forceful motion. He allowed her little chance to return the kiss, a statement as to who held control. She could only submit to his plunder.
His hand traveled up her back, gently groping between her shoulder blades before finding and removing the pin
Similar Books
