Persuasion

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