by Owner
Her teeth tugged at his lower lip before releasing him to press hundreds and
hundreds of kisses all over his face. On his brow, his eyelids, his nose, his
chin, along the lines of his jaw. From there, came a nibble of his neck and
throat as she unfastened his cravat and lifted his creased linen shirt from his
torso. Next came a surfeit of pleasure as her lips suckled at his nipples, as
her mouth explored the expanse of his chest, biting at the cords of his
muscles as her hands went to work on the fastenings of his breeches.
Eventually, he tugged her away. Her lack of knowledge of a man's dress
bolstered his confidence no end and he swiftly unflapped his trews and
stepped out of them, leaving himself as naked as she. He took his seat once
more and watched with pleasure-dazed eyes as her mouth continued to
explore him as though there hadn't been a slight break in proceedings. She
nuzzled at his belly, tugged at the hair on his chest before finally, dropping
low. He could hazily recall a moment such as this from the past week, but at
this moment in time, he knew that her entire concentration was upon his
throbbing cock and he did not mind admitting that was where he wanted her
mind centered.
Her hands were hesitant as she touched him, as her fingers caressed and
her palm gripped him. He shuddered when both hands worked together to
please him, the left clasping him tightly at the base as the right rubbed
inexpertly at the tip. Seed began to escape from the eye of his cock and he
watched through slitted eyes as she jolted at its sudden appearance, quite
clearly in the dark as to what the white fluid actually was.
Hiding a smile, he moved to rub his own fingers over the tip of his manhood.
With surprise, he noted her slight shudder and realized that she was aroused
at the sight of his own masturbation. Her own hands fell away and he
gathered some of his seed on the tip of his finger and spread it over her
parted mouth. Her lower lip trembled as he did this and almost as soon as
he moved away, her tongue darted out to lick her lips clean.
Her eyes were wide and startled and . . . heavily aroused.
Grinning to himself, he reached for her hand and together they cupped him
and watched as his own arousal leaked from the tip of his cock. Together
they milked him and he taught her how to please him.
Swift but delicate and light strokes, too fast and tight . . . and throughout,
his face was fierce with strain. His reaction to her touch was surprising.
"Why? W-Why does it do that? Leak?” she asked, her voice husky and yet
strangely piercing as she penetrated his thoughts.
He shrugged slightly but closed his eyes as pleasure shot through him. “I
don't know, Lily. I suppose there is some biological reason, but I do not
know why for definite. Does it excite you?”
She nodded, her head bobbing up and down most eagerly.
Dorian hid another smile. “I'm glad,” he whispered.
“M-May I taste you again?”
His eyes slithered open and he looked at her flushed features and her
heaving chest. Slowly, he nodded and watched as she slowly approached his
cock as though it were about to disappear. Her utter concentration was
enough to have him groaning.
When she was but an inch away, her tongue darted out to lathe him. From
the tip to the base, she touched every part of him. From the thick vein at
the underside, to the weeping slit and throughout, he moved jerkily on the
armchair. It was difficult to retain control, when so eager a woman was
supping at his manhood. And that was the correct verb. It was as though his
dick were the first meal she had eaten in months and while she was hungry,
she wanted to taste everything before she finally ate.
When her curiosity had finally been settled and Dorian's fingers were
cramped from digging into the hard, horse-hair cushions, she finally took
him in. A slight choking noise came from her throat and he realized she had
gagged on him. He made the move to lift away from her, but she glared up
at him and dug her nails into his thighs. She worked and worked until her
mouth took every single inch of his cock and Dorian felt as though he had
reached heaven. How an innocent such as she could do something he had
seen only the most experienced demi-mondaines do, was beyond him. But
he cared not, simply enjoyed the sensation of his cock being fully cushioned
by a hot, suckling mouth.
The visual combined with the physical sensations were too much and his
seed blasted from him with a force that pushed him against the support of
his chair. He'd had the wherewithal to gather his hands about her chin and
pull her away, for it was not his intention to choke her on his seed, and while
her eyes had glared up at him, brute force had been enough to move her.
He watched as she swallowed his essence and knew that had she not
satisfied him so greatly, his limp cock would already be as stiff as a pike at
the mewling sounds of pleasure she made. Her own arousal was quite
visible. Even in his tired and panting state!
Her breasts heaved from her heavy breathing. Her skin was flushed and
dewy. Her irises were on full display and the pupils like pinpricks. But finally,
as he looked down at her heated self, he noticed the wetness that had
gathered between her legs.
He wanted to do nothing more than sit there and sleep, but with a great
grunt, he heaved himself out of his armchair and walked over to the
fireplace. She watched dazedly as he moved and spread out on the floor.
Then when he patted his belly, Lily seemed to instinctively know what he
wanted. She crawled towards him as though she were in a dream and
climbed atop him as she had once before.
The sheer rightness behind her move had him freezing momentarily, so
swiftly did it come and go that Lily did not even notice! Her hands once more
were pressed against his chest and he urged her down so that she lay
directly upon him, like a human shield, their faces a few inches apart.
“Grab my cock,” he directed and watched as she leaned on an elbow and
jerked her taut belly upwards to reach in between them. His manhood was
half limp and yet, stiffer than it should have been so close to the heights
he'd just reached! But her touch stirred him more. “Coat me in your juices.”
“Juices?” she whispered breathlessly. A groan escaped her as she did as
bade and rubbed his slowly hardening member all along the length of her
quim, from the nubbin of her clitty to the entrance of her body. His cock was
drenched with her need and he believed that, more than anything, had him
hardening faster than a horse rushed out of the gate at Ascot.
“Slip me inside your quim, Lily,” he commanded gruffly as she seemed
content to ride him this way forever. She might have been enjoying it, but it
was driving him insane with the urge, the need to thrust. To feel himself
surrounded on all sides by her heat.
Her eyes had closed dreamily and he watched as they slowly opened to stare
at him blankly. Then, almost as though his words had finally penetrated her,
she sighed and slipped him along
her cunny to the entrance of her body.
So wet was she that he needed only to grab her hips to hold her to him as
he jerked upwards to penetrate her fully. A long squeal escaped her throat
and he laughed boyishly at her pleasure. Keeping one hand held fast to her
hips to ensure that she remained literally glued to him, he raised the other
and cupped her head. Pressing it gently against his shoulder, he winced as
her sharp little teeth dug into the flesh of his throat and then sighed as she
began to suckle at the flesh. He couldn't help but feel pleased at the thought
that he would be marked by her for the next few days.
Dorian began to wiggle his hips from side to side. “Touch the nubbin, Lily,”
he whispered.
He felt the hand that lay awkwardly between them move to touch the mound
where her pleasure was centered and she stiffened against him as sensation
from that slight touch rushed through her.
Their loving was slow but sure and at the same time as being exciting,
unbearably frustrating. His cock was deeply embedded in her belly,
surrounded by warm pulsating walls of honey that had him shuddering with
relief at being so lovingly held, and yet, while it needed the fast and hard
thrusts to climax, he didn't want that. He enjoyed the slowness, the
prolonged torture of her womanhood as she shuddered and jerked around
him, for she needed his thrusts as much as he, but this way, he knew that
her orgasm would be intense. That she would never, in all of her life forget
it. That it would mark her indelibly as his until the end of her days.
The thought pleased him yet, at the same time, confused him terribly. He
pushed away all thoughts and simply pressed his hand even harder against
her hips, which nudged her even further against him. That action combined
with her own touch had her keening and suddenly, she bucked against him.
Her eyes were closed and her face was contorted with a pleasure that
seemed almost impossible. Her hips rocked spasmodically against his own
and his cock began to spurt his seed as it reacted to the quivering and
quaking walls of hot quim that trembled around him like a tremor from the
Earth!
How long they stayed like that, he did not know. His cock spurting his
essence as her walls and womb heartily welcomed it with shivering shakes.
All he did know was that it was the most intense experience of his life and
one that he would never be able to forget.
Chapter Seven
When Lily awoke an hour or so later, her body trembled as she realized
where she was and how she was. Her body was sore and aching, yet filled
with an exhilaration that was so deeply tormenting, it literally resonated
through her limbs until she felt as though she were a large plate of
gelatinous aspic.
Her skin felt as though it were glued to that of Dorian's, their combined
perspiration having forged them together with the intense heat of their
joining. As she awoke and realized her position, the sound of the clock
chiming from somewhere had her freezing in his hold.
He reacted with a grumble that had her further stiffening and she gently
began to extricate herself out of his arms. His clasp was tight and his arms
held her so closely that she wished to God that she didn't have to leave him.
Unfortunately, that wasn't possible. She had to leave, as quickly and as
quietly as possible.
With a slight sigh, she edged gently away from him, hoping all the while that
she would not disturb him overly. His breathing was deep, as was his sleep.
It was only then that she realized how tired he had looked earlier, when she
had first seen him and she knew that he would not awaken for his fatigue
was too great.
There was nothing more that she longed to do than rest with him and watch
him sleep the sleep of the innocent, but her carriage awaited her and she
had only a few more hours before her aunt's house would start to waken.
She had left it far too long as it was - any longer would be sheer
foolhardiness.
Within minutes, she had managed to free herself from his hold and had
jumped to her feet. Lily wished that she could stoke the fires, but to do so
could prod him from sleep. Instead, she looked about the study and noticed
that a blanket hung from the back of an armchair. Naked, she strode across
the room and grabbed it, before laying it atop him. He instantly curled into it
and turned on to his side to face the fire.
Lily quickly dressed herself and hurried out of the study. With her key in
hand, she unlocked then locked the door before running out on to the
lightening streets. The carriage was still there and she leapt into it. Settling
herself in for the journey, she sank back against the cushion and shrieked to
high hell as a hand leapt out of nowhere and grabbed her knee.
“Damn it!” she shrieked and tugged the hand from her knee. “If you have to
blackmail me, is it necessary to frighten the life out of me as well?” As she
spoke, she turned her head blindly about the darkened confines of the cabin
to seek her blackmailer's position.
Slight vibrations suddenly filled the compartment and then came the sounds
of hooves beating against the cobbled floor. Within seconds the carriage
began to move.
“How was it tonight?” the man asked, completely ignoring her complaint.
She huffed under her breath. “It was different.”
“Different?” There was a note of inquiry in his voice. “How?”
“He was inclined to talk,” she said as she turned her head away from the
beast who seemed determined to destroy her life.
“What did you discuss?”
“Why do you want to know?” she retorted angrily.
He tutted. “You would think, would you not, Lady Mercer, that when a
woman's life is in danger, her daughter would at least be amenable to the
man who could be her mother's murderer!”
Lily flinched. “Very well.” She hastily thought back to their conversation and
sought the least personal aspects. These were moments she would forever
remember and hold dear. Had he not said that he no longer loved his wife?
That part of their discussion had been music to her ears! “He wished to know
my name. He wished to know why I was there.”
“And what did you say?”
“I-I, when he saw me, he knew who I was, so I did not have to reply to the
first question. The latter, I told him that I never intended to wed but that did
not mean that I did not long to understand what happened between man
and wife.”
“Touching!” the man replied with a snort. He sighed. “He will ask again. It is
not in the Earl's nature to seduce a debutante . . . .”
She wanted to say that she did not have to be told this! That Lily had easily
surmised that by herself, but she kept quiet, wondering all the while how the
blackmailer knew Dorian and what he really wanted from him.
“When he does, you will tell him that you love him and that you expect no
marriage proposal for the pleasure you share. Tell him that you want him
and will do anything to have him . . . any way you can.”
Lily frowned i
n the dark. “If he asks again, I shall reply verbatim,” she
whispered.
“Good. I shall send you another missive when I next require you. It could be
earlier than next week. Be prepared.”
A tap sounded and the coach came to a halt. The carriage door suddenly
opened and the man jumped out.
She saw a faint glimpse of long hair in the lightened sky of dawn but little
else.
The door was closed and then the carriage was started once again.
Within moments, she was delivered to her front door, and, somehow, only
God knew how, she managed to re-enter via the window in the staff quarters
in the basement of the house without a single noise. Five minutes passed
since her arrival and she was back in her bedroom.
For the first time that night, she breathed a sigh of relief. Stalking over to
the banked fire, she stoked it and watched as the embers caught and a
slight fire was raised from the dying coals. She tumbled more on to the pile
and wiped her blackened hand against the white linen of her chemise, before
retreating to her bed and climbing into it with a weary yawn.
It seemed incredible that only thirty minutes ago she had been with Dorian
and despite herself, she wished she were still there.
Love was a strange thing, she thought quietly. Something that one could
easily dismiss as unimportant when it had never touched one, but then, as
soon as it entered one's life, it became all-encompassing. And that was how
she felt, all-encompassed by Dorian.
How she could love him and so swiftly was beyond her. A coup de foudre,
the French called it. To be struck by lightning . . . and how apt a description
that was for love at first sight.
That her love was bound to die a painful death, she did not doubt. It wasn't
that she would cease to love him, it was that once her blackmailer had what
he wanted, Lily would more than likely never see Dorian again. And even if
she did, what could occur between them?
He had already been tarnished by his wife. At first, she had believed him to
be still in love with his Camille, but from what she had been able to discern,
Camille had not been as pure as snow. And Lily's behavior had hardly been
innocent. Why should he not tar her with the same brush as his dead wife's?
Everything pointed to him eventually despising her. And especially were the
