by Multi-Author
Her legs tugged at the silk ties holding her in place in an effort to escape his teasing mouth, but she was helpless as his lips worked their way back down to her calf. A strong male hand slid along her leg until his palm pressed into her sex. Instantly, her hips bucked upward in a silent plea for his touch. Instead his fingertips trailed a path of fire up to her breasts.
A moan rolled out of her as John’s forefinger circled her nipple. Distracted by the touch, she drew in a loud, sharp breath the instant his tongue pushed through her folds to the sensitive nub. The rush of unbridled pleasure that sailed through her tugged a cry of delight past her lips as she squirmed against his mouth. His fingers still teasing the tip of her breast, he suddenly pinched it.
Startled, she jerked at the touch, and a guttural cry of pleasure escaped her. The touch simply amplified the heat cresting over her skin until it sank through her pores. Every inch of her was on fire. It was a pleasure unlike anything she’d ever experienced. The moment John grazed at the plump flesh with his teeth, her body jerked at the acute pleasure rolling over her limbs in waves.
His tongue swirled around the nub again before his teeth caught it and gently bit down on it. A wild cry parted her lips as her body strained against the bindings holding her in place. Obviously taking his time, John ignored her pleas for a release as he alternated between flicking his tongue over the nub then biting on the flesh. Her body shuddered and throbbed against his mouth, when he suddenly retreated from her.
“No,” she sobbed.
“You want to come don’t you, sweetheart.” His mouth sucked against the inside of her thigh, and she whimpered.
“Oh God, John, please. I need you…please...”
“I like the way you beg, sweetheart.” The dark, sinful note in his voice made her tense. “But are you willing to beg for my cock.”
“What?” she gasped in a low hoarse whisper.
“Say it. Say you want my cock.” The forbidden nature of his command excited her, but propriety made her hesitate.
“I…I can’t.”
“Then you’ll stay like this all night, sweetheart,” he said firmly as his fingers stroked her sex. “I’ll caress every inch of this lovely body of yours until you tell me what I want to hear.”
John’s thumb pressed against the sensitive flesh of her sex, rubbing it as his fingers pressed deep into her. Intense and sharp, her body contracted around him as she fought against her bindings to thrust her hips up against his hand. The strength of her reaction rose up inside her until she was on the verge of something wonderful. In the next split second, he laughed and withdrew from her. Frustration made her protest with a sobbing plea for him to continue.
“I can end this agony of yours if you say what I want to hear,” he whispered as he stretched out his body over hers. The weight of him was a delicious sensation. He arched upward slightly to bend his head and swirl his tongue across her nipple before he sucked on her. The lower half of his body slowly pressed up against her until the tip of him was pressing against her nub.
“For the love of God, John…please.”
“Say it. Now.”
“I want…oh God…I want your cock inside me,” she rasped as the naughty request crossed her lips.
“Say please.” His command was low and hoarse as he nipped at the rigid peak of her breast.
“Please, John, before I go mad. I need your cock inside, please.”
“You beg so prettily, my sweet.”
As John thrust into her, she cried out at the slight pinch before it was overshadowed by her body exploding into a million pieces of fiery pulses that pounded their way through her. Behind her blindfold, brilliant flashes of colored lights dazzled her as he slowly stroked her body with his. With the silk cloth over her eyes, every sensory aspect of their mating was heightened to an intense level of pleasure. The feel of his hard, thick length filling her made her want to weep from the joy as the power of his possession made her blood thrum through her veins at a thunderous pace.
His mouth captured hers, and there was a faint taste of her essence on his tongue as it swirled and stroked hers in the same way his body was demanding her submission to pleasure. A keen pitch of ecstasy built inside her. On the cusp of a something rare and sublime she cried out his name. In that instant, he left her, and she shuddered with an agonized frustration that made her twist and pull at the ties that bound her to the bed. Her head lifted off the bed as she struggled to see through her blindfold.
“Dear God, I need you, John. Please. I’ll say whatever you want me to say. Just don’t leave me like this.”
“The same way you left me all those years ago?” The quiet words held a note of deep pain that brought tears to her eyes and dampened the silk blindfold.
“I had to leave,” she rasped as her body ached for him—ached for the fulfillment she knew only he could give her. But her heart ached too. He tugged the blindfold off her face and stared down at her with an implacable look on his chiseled features.
“Tell me why you needed to leave.”
“Because I loved you,” she whispered as she gave up her soul to him.
* * * * *
HER WORDS WRAPPED around John’s heart as he closed his eyes before looking at her again. The fear in her eyes made him lower his body down to hers. Slowly, he slid his cock back into her velvety, hot core. He was ready to come, but he needed to make sure she understood that she was his—that he loved her and would never stop until the day he died.
“And I love you,” he said softly as he captured her mouth in a deep, long kiss.
He poured his heart into the caress then lifted his head. There was a look of wonder and happiness in her hazel eyes that made him smile as he moved inside her. Her soft body strained against her bonds as she tried to arch up into his body. The ties gave her only so much slack and he smiled as he saw a familiar frustration purse her sweet lips.
“John, I want to touch you.”
“You are touching me sweetheart,” he growled. “The hottest part of you is already beginning to clench tight around my cock.”
“But I want to touch you with my hands. Please.”
The plea was accompanied by a look he remembered all too well. It was the same expression she’d always used to convince him to indulge her. He shook his head.
“Not this time, my sweet. The days of my granting your every wish are gone,” he rasped as he began increasing the rate of his thrusts into her hot core. “You’re mine to command.”
“Please, let me—”
“No. I like having your delicious body tied down and completely at my mercy. Because I’m about to fuck you until you cream my cock as you come hard and fast.”
“John,” she gasped as an appalled look crossed her face. Another gasp parted her lips as he lowered his head to suckled her breast, but the small cry was one of delight. At a furious, blistering pace, he slammed his body into hers as she writhed beneath him. He could feel her orgasm begin as small spasms until her body convulsed fiercely around his erection.
Christ Jesus, her body was a perfect fit to his. He’d known it would be, but he’d never dreamed it would be like this. He kissed her again. Not even spun-sugar tasted as sweet as her mouth. Her tongue danced with his with a passion he’d always known she possessed. She was fire in his arms.
He wanted to keep her tied to this bed for him to pleasure whenever he wished. Like a vise, her body abruptly tightened around him and tugged a loud roar of pleasure from his lungs. Like a fire catching the wind, the spasms of her hot core pulled on him until he knew he was past the point of return. A passionate cry escaped her beautiful lips as her hips bucked beneath his.
A fraction of a second later, he shouted her name and with one last thrust of his body, his cock throbbed inside her. As her shudders slowly subsided, he raised his head to look down at her. A blissful smile curved her beautiful mouth, and he’d never seen her look so beautiful. John retreated from her to quickly remove her silk bonds then returned to he
r side and pulled her close.
“I’ve missed you, Charlotte,” he said softly.
She didn’t answer him, and the instant his chest grew wet, he lifted her chin to see tears sliding down her cheeks. He quickly kissed her cheeks and wiped her tears away. She turned her head away from him, but he forced her to look at him.
“Tell me what’s wrong, sweetheart?”
“All this time wasted because I thought I was nothing but an obligation to you.”
“Obligation,” he exclaimed with agonized remorse. “Is that what you thought when I said I’d speak to your father?”
“Yes.” Her response was barely audible, but he heard it.
“You’ve never been an obligation to me, Charlotte. Never,” he said fiercely. “I love you. I always have.”
“I was a fool,” she whispered. “I realized that night that I loved you, and I couldn’t bear the thought of us growing apart because you’d felt compelled to marry me.”
“We’ve both been fools,” he whispered as he pulled her tighter and brushed his lips across her brow. “But we’re together again, and I’m never going to let you go.”
“I don’t want you to,” she said with a soft sigh of happiness.
Silence drifted between them for a long time, and John simply reveled in the knowledge that she was in his arms where she belonged. He refused to think of the time they’d lost. He closed his eyes as he remembered how only moments ago she’d given him the one thing she’d never given any other man. He couldn’t deny the joy it gave him to know she’d loved him too much to be with any other man.
“You never married.” His soft observation made Charlotte draw in a sharp breath.
“You did.” The hushed words were a pained accusation that made him flinch.
“Emma was alone. She needed me, and I wanted to be needed,” he said quietly. “I was trying to forget you, and I thought in time I’d come to love her. When she died in childbirth, I took the boys in because they needed me.”
“I’m sorry.” She pressed her hand against his heart in a silent message of regret. “It hurt thinking another woman had captured your heart.”
“No one could ever take your place in my heart, Charlotte. I was fond of Emma, but I doubt I could have ever loved her as I do you.”
“When Clara came to my father’s funeral, she said you were a widower. I’d hoped…” her voice trailed off, and he tightened his arms around her.
“I was there sweetheart. I watched the graveside service from a distance. Seeing you would have ripped my heart out if I’d gone to the church. I was a coward not to be there for you.”
“It’s in the past. All of it, and I don’t want to think about the pain and heartache anymore.” She reached up and touched his cheek.
“Then marry me. I want my best friend as my wife and lover.” John feathered a kiss across her lips. “Say what I want to hear, Charlotte.”
“Yes, I’ll marry you, John.” With a twist of her body, she pushed him onto his back and quickly sat astride his waist. “On one condition.”
“Condition?” he muttered with aggravation. “The last time I agreed to one of your demands we ended up in a snowstorm.”
“It’s not that type of condition, my love.” She leaned down and kissed him. “I want you to make love to me at least once a day, and I won’t object if you wish to spank me from time to time.”
Laughing out loud, John reached up and tugged her head downward. He captured her mouth with his to taste the delicious sweetness of her. Gently, he rubbed both sides of her bottom. She was as soft and lush as he remembered. As her flesh grew warm beneath his fingers, he smacked her hard on both cheeks and swallowed her cry of surprised delight. She broke free of his kiss to stare down at him with a seductive look that twisted his insides.
“That, Mr. Fordyce was ungentlemanly of you,” she said as her eyes took on a slumberous look. The desire tilting her mouth made him grin as his body responded to her wanton beauty.
“Then this will be even more so,” he growled as he lifted her up then set her down on his hard cock. She uttered a gasp of surprise before she began to slowly rock her body back and forth against him.
“I like it when you’re ungentlemanly,” she said in a hoarse whisper as he saw her nipples grow hard and stiff.
The desire in her voice made him grab her by the waist and force her to ride him fast and hard. With each stroke of her soft body against his hard one, his heart pounded with a joy he’d never dreamed possible. Raw and primal, his desire for her consumed him. A moment later, her head fell backward and her sweet core rolled spasm after spasm over his cock. With a shout of pleasure, he released his seed in her. She bent over him with her forehead touching his. The warmth of her ragged breathing heated his skin as she buried her face in the side of his neck.
“I love you John Fordyce,” she whispered. “I’m yours to command. Always.”
Epilogue
“YOU INTERFERED IN a matter you knew nothing about,” John snapped fiercely.
He stared at the men and women standing in his salon. This was a Christmas Day he doubted he or his family would ever forget. Jane, Tobias, Luke, Samuel, Eli, Caleb, and his sister Clara looked at each other with distinct discomfort. They reminded him of school children called in front of the headmaster. Quiet and chastened they didn’t say a word as he berated them.
“I thought I’d taught you better.”
Determined to extract a small measure of punishment for his family interfering with his personal affairs, he’d ordered Charlotte to remain upstairs until everyone had arrived for the holiday meal.
“John, we only want you to be happy,” Luke said ruefully.
“What makes you think I’m unhappy,” he growled as he fought to keep a straight face.
His gaze fell on Clara, and he narrowed his eyes at her.
“What do you have to say for yourself, Clara Fordyce Standish?”
“You love her, John. I know you do,” his sister exclaimed, clearly unrepentant. “And if you can’t convince her of that…well…then you’re not the man I think you are.”
“I agree with Clara. I saw it on your face last night,” Eli said with the stubborn disposition John had come to expect from his youngest boy. “You’re in love with her.”
“And what of Miss Clayworth’s feelings? Did you consider the possibility that she wouldn’t marry me?” With the greatest difficulty, John managed to contain his laughter as his gaze swept across the remorseful looks on the faces of the men he’d raised.
“We’re sorry, John. None of us appreciate others interfering in our personal business.” Luke cleared his throat as he looked at his friends who all nodded somberly. “It’s just that…well, we really thought—”
Even before Luke stopped speaking, John knew Charlotte had entered the room. Slowly, he turned and stretched out his hand to her. As she walked forward and slid her hand into his, an overwhelming happiness swept over him. John faced his family and grinned at their stunned surprise. John arched his eyebrows.
“Count yourselves fortunate you were correct. Charlotte and I are to be married at the first opportunity.”
A wild whoop of excitement erupted out of Eli, followed by shouts of jubilee from the others, along with happy cries from Jane and Clara. Everyone surrounded him and Charlotte offering hugs, handshakes, and the shedding of tears by his sister. For a moment, he wondered if he was dreaming, but the warmth of Charlotte’s loving smile as she met his gaze told him differently. It wasn’t a dream, and every Christmas Eve from this day forward would offer nothing but wanton Christmas wishes fulfilled.
THE END
If you enjoyed this story, read on to enjoy an excerpt from His Mistress Book 1 in the Self-made Men series.
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Excerpt - His Mistress
Self-made Men series Book 1
copyright Monica Burns 2014
As a solicitor seeking justice for victims of violence, Tobias Lynsted must maintain control at all times while working in the seedy underworld of London’s East End. The darkness of his world creates a need for the intimacy and release he can only find in the forbidden pleasure of submission. The kind of pleasure where a powerful man has the freedom to let go of his control for a few sweet moments of oblivion. But when a blackmail scheme forces him to marry, the last thing he expects in a wife is a woman who will satisfy the darker side of his nature.
“YOU’VE NO IDEA what you’re asking of me, Jane.”
“Oh, I think I do,” she murmured. “The problem is, you simply don’t want to do as I ask.”
“Ask?” bit out between clenched teeth. “I’d call it more of a command.”
“And would it be so difficult to surrender to my…command?” The softly whispered question was like a velvety iron fist to his stomach. He ignored the question.
