His Wicked Seduction novel Chapter 64

When Horatia was satisfied that he could not get free, she positioned herself at the end of the bed and began to undress herself. Thankfully the gown she wore buttoned down the front. Lucien's tongue slipped out to wet his lips and Horatia imagined that tongue licking her but only if she allowed herself to be within reach. She had never felt so powerful, so aware of her hold over a man before.

With Lucien this felt right; she could do no wrong with him and he would never judge her again for sins not of her making. It was a freeing thought, to know that he was here with her and they were unburdened by the darkness of their past.

Once the gown was unbuttoned, she peeled it off her shoulders and slid it down off her hips in a teasingly slow move that had Lucien testing the strength of his bonds and bucking against the mattress. She dropped the gown to the floor and started to remove her stays and petticoats. Lucien's face flushed as she stood there, wearing nothing more than her chemise. Her breasts felt heavy and the nipples budded against the sheer fabric. Horatia caressed herself, enjoying the feel of her own hands along her body as much as the way it tortured Lucien.

She'd learned much about lovemaking in the few hours he'd had to teach her. They'd talked late into the night about the things a man and woman could do together. Horatia was intent on exploring some of those things now.

"Let me touch you, love," he begged. "Let me cup those perfect breasts."

"Silence, my lord."

She walked to the edge of the bed and climbed up between his spread legs. Horatia crawled over his body until she reached his mouth and she kissed him, thrusting her tongue deep, but withdrawing before he could catch it with his lips. Then she moved to his left ear, sucking on his lobe. Lucien groaned and writhed beneath her. She could feel the tension in his body, the need to capture her with his arms, but he was unable to do so. Lucien, the Marquess of Rochester, was at her mercy and it was good, so good.

"Be still, my lord, or you will be punished." She bit his neck playfully.

"Oh God!" he hissed. His erection strained between their bodies, even contained as it was by his trousers. Horatia eased a palm over the bulge, a slow exploring stroke that sent Lucien into a string of muttered curses. Horatia grinned and pressed another heated kiss to his lips. Then, inspired, she tweaked one of his nipples. He jolted up off the bed in response.

"Christ, woman! I'll be done if you do that again!"

"No, you won't. If you come before I say, then I'll stop and leave you here until you are ready to obey me." Horatia repeated the action on his other nipple, but this time with her teeth. He endured silently, tensing beneath her. She was satisfied that he kept his control, but her real satisfaction lay in torturing him. This was for every dark mocking smile he'd sent her way, for every punishing kiss, every rough caress meant to frighten her away from him. She wasn't afraid anymore. She would be his master.

Kissing her way down his chest, licking the taut planes of his grooved abdomen, she reached his trousers and began to unfasten them. When she freed him, his length sprang to full attention before her. She took the rigid organ in her hands, and with a chuckle she licked the hard length of him and circled her tongue around his tip. Lucien threw his head back, eyes shut, gasping as he sought to fight his body's response. The bed creaked as he tugged at his restraints.

"You may accept your pleasure now, my lord. I will allow it," she said before she took him fully in her mouth. She'd never done such a thing before, but she'd heard the upstairs maids talking about it and she decided it was worth taking a chance. He certainly seemed to enjoy it. He murmured encouragement and was barely able to breathe as he raised his hips towards her mouth.