Covering Cinde Rella

by Belita Renn

  "Would you dance with me?” A slow, knowing smile parted his lips, revealing his confidence in his appeal to the opposite sex. He knew her answer, but, as it was part of his seduction, he queried. Confident of his appeal, he was not yet sure she would be a willing sexual partner. Therefore, he would continue the seduction until he was certain of her eager agreement.

  Be held in his arms, yes. Smiling she gazed into his navy blue eyes. “Is that another necessary part of arousal? Dancing, I mean."

  "No, but it will allow us to learn if we flow well together around the dance floor.” He presented his arm and slipped it around her waist. “Besides, I cannot wait to hold you in my arms."

  Chuckling, she accepted his arm around her waist and allowed him to escort her to the dance floor. Placing his hand on her lower back, he drew her against his hard body, until she was touching him. She could feel the hard shaft of his erection pressing against her stomach. Holding her scandalously close was another of the benefits of being at a ball at Vaxen Hall. Having no need to pretend to resist was another. Placing her hands on his broad chest, she felt the heat emanating from his body permeating and warming the black superfine he was wearing. The smoothness of the material could be felt through her white satin gloves. Where he touched her back, it felt as though his fingertips were magically passing through the material and touching her flesh.

  Pressed together and moving slowly around the floor, there wasn't much of a chance for a misstep. He hummed with pleasure in his throat. “I do believe we flow well."

  "I agree.” Her body reacted to his pleased sound, as though drawn by a strong magnet. Her insides lurched toward him with longing.

  "I knew we would be a prefect match, before we even began dancing."

  "Did you?” Her heart sang with excited joy. She wanted a man like this in her life, strong, and masculine without being overbearing. What is he seeking in a woman? Could I fulfill his dreams?

  "I also knew you would like the feel of me beneath your fingers.” His hands warmed her back, the fingers caressing her flesh through the material of her satin gown.

  Her heart thumping in her chest, she felt the heaviness of her juices pooling in her sheath. She chuckled. “Did you know you suffer from overconfidence?"

  "Do I? Well, I suppose it's because I feel certain that we suit."

  Does he mean physically? Does he want me as much as I want him? “What makes you certain?” She held her breath while waiting for his response.

  His shoulder shrugged beneath her fingertips. “I suppose it's instinct. When I saw you across the room, I was attracted to you so I watched you."

  Arching an eyebrow, she looked at him suspiciously. “While you watched me, you saw me do something or heard me say something that made you believe we would match well?"

  "I didn't hear your voice until I approached you. With part of your lovely face concealed, I had to determine if it was mere physical attraction, or if there was something more drawing me to you."

  Chuckling, she shook her head. “More? I hardly think so."

  "Then I shall have to convince you.” The music ended and she stepped away when he released her. Then he took her hand and led her to the side of the dance floor. They stopped near a small table with a collage of flowers in a pot.

  "What type of pleasure are you seeking this evening? Allow me to fulfill your dreams.” Raking a finger down her throat, he smiled, dipping his head down close. His lips were close enough that all she had to do was reach out with her own to kiss him. His soft breath was sweet as wine. Their breaths mingled.

  He must have felt the rapid pulse in her veins beneath his fingertips. Did she dare tell him the truth, and admit her desires? Parting her mouth on a silent sigh, she rolled her head to the side, allowing her long powdered hair to fall over her shoulder. Deciding to be the seductress she had planned, she chose to be bold. “I don't know for certain, something exciting.” She waved a hand. “Perhaps you care to make a suggestion? I would like to do something different. Something shocking.” There, she had given him the opening to make an ungentlemanly suggestion. Would he take her up on her blanket offer and suggest a night of wild sexual fulfillment with a stranger, perhaps under the stars? As a smooth, mature gentleman with his appeal to the opposite sex, he would surely know everything to make her dreams come true.

  His eyebrows lifted. “You wish to be dominated?"

  "Dominated?” Reaching up a finger, she stroked it across his soft lips. That wasn't the suggestion she had in mind, but it did sound intriguing.

  "Commanded. Told what to do?” His deep voice grew husky. “As a slave would be commanded."

  Commanded, with no choice, now that did sound intriguing. She could think of several prohibited things she could be ordered to do. “Yes.” She smiled in relief. Finally, she had found someone that understood her ignorance, and could guide her through the learning process. She looked at him through her dark lashes. “Would you be interested in instructing me?"

  Turning his head, he glanced around the room and speaking softly so his voice wouldn't carry, he asked, “Have you done something like this before?"

  "Yes,” she answered on a breath. It was only a small lie, and if he were instructing her, he would never know. There was scandalous behavior in her history, but nothing quite as bold as this. Also, it would be foolish to reveal her ignorance if she wanted him to love her and not pat her on the head and send her home to her stepmother, like the last gentleman she had chosen for a lover had done.

  He glanced over the crowd, and then looking back, he narrowed his gaze on her, assessing her words. His deep voice serious, he watched her with incredibly beautiful eyes. “You are certain? I do not wish to do anything you might find ... offensive.” His dark eyebrows arched in query.

  She laughed softly. “I am certain.” Feeling the seductress she longed to be, she stepped closer to his body. “Perhaps you can think of something ... unusual.” Like having sex in the garden, instead of a bedroom. “Perhaps, involving the moon,” she breathed.

  He smiled and taking her arm, he pulled her close and spoke in a seductive murmur. “I believe I can fulfill your wildest fantasies. Both shocking and involving the moon."

  Her heart leapt in her chest. “My wildest? You promise?” Slipping her fingers over the edge of his lapel, she stroked the soft superfine between her fingers. “Could it be something no one else has ever done?"

  "I believe I can fulfill your desires. If you agree to be my sexual slave for the night.” His dark blue eyes studied her features. Raking her hair aside, he ran his fingers over the edge of her ear. “You do understand my meaning?"

  He had said sexual slave! “Oh yes.” She nodded.

  "I said sexual slave,” he repeated.

  "Yes, I heard. That will be ... perfect, but I must keep my mask."

  Dropping his head, he claimed her mouth. Soft lips stroked her mouth, the hot tip of his tongue pressed between the break in her lips. Slick with his moisture, his tongue penetrated her mouth. Moaning softly from pleasure, she slipped her arms around his waist, and snuggled against the warmth and security offered by his solid frame. Heat suffused her body, her juices began making her lower body feel heavy and wet, and her clit throbbed with enthusiasm. His kiss was everything she had dreamed, seductive and drugging, making her forget everything and leaving room in her mind only for the hypnotic spell his mouth was weaving on her body.

  Smiling, he ended the deep seductive kiss. “You are not to speak.” Removing the cravat from around his throat, he revealed the strong column of his neck. “Here.” Moving behind her, he tied the scarf over her mouth. “This will prevent you from temptation."

  Looking around she was startled to see they were still in the middle of the ballroom at Vaxen Hall. “What are you doing?” She spoke behind the soft material of his neck scarf. Why was he starting here? Weren't all seductions conducted in the dark? Weren't they going some place dark?

  Sighing, he removed the scarf. “I told you not t
o speak.” Glancing around, he stopped a passing waiter and took a napkin from his tray. “Now.” Tearing off a third, Victor tucked the excess in his coat's inner pocket and then began rolling the napkin with long nimble fingers.

  She watched with serious confusion and a troubled expression. “I don't want to be hurt.” She thought it best to make that clear.

  "I won't hurt you. I only wish to pleasure you. Open for me.” Placing the napkin in side, it covered her tongue and filled her mouth. The material touching her teeth put her on edge and sent a shiver through her body. Thankfully, the feeling quickly passed, as her teeth adjusted to the feel of the cloth. The rolled piece of napkin forced her to keep her jaws separated, but she was able to close her lips. Good, she didn't want to be drooling—that was hardly sexy.

  "Comfortable?"

  The hunger in his eyes when he studied her mouth, filled her with renewed excitement. She had longed for a man to look at her as though he could eat her up with his eyes, as though she was a feast. This masked gentleman had already fulfilled one dream. He was certainly living up to his vow of satisfying her desires. Glad she had followed her instincts and chosen this man as her lover, she silently praised her good judgment.

  Opening her mouth to respond, she remembered she wasn't to speak, as he had commanded. Smiling, she nodded.

  Smiling, he pressed his lips over hers. Then moving behind her, he wrapped the cravat around her face, and positioned it over her lips. Securing it by tying the cloth behind her head, he adjusted the knot, until he was satisfied with the fit. “Try to talk now."

  She made a mumbling sound.

  "Excellent.” He opened the front of her gown to her waist, and then spread the material. The material of her chemise was sheer, exposing her breasts to his view. Eyes wide, she glanced around the room to see if anyone was watching. Knocking his hands away, when he reached for the laces of her sheer chemise, her feathered brows drew down in a warning frown. Was he intending to expose her to the crowd? No doubt, it had been done a hundred times in the past. This crowd wouldn't be shocked; still she didn't want to be considered one of the many. She wanted to be different, original. She wanted him to be original.

  "I haven't forgotten you want something unusual, or to be commanded. Be patient. I was just taking a peek at this delectable body you have hidden away; although, I must praise your choice of gowns. This soft material caresses your body each time you move. It is titillation that screams ‘make love to this body, it is ready and willing'. You are, aren't you, my lovely slave? You're hot and needy already. I can smell your excitement."

  Grasping her hands, he tugged them behind her back, holding them firmly, yet gently. Standing slightly to the side and behind her, she was able to see him turn and speak to a man standing close by, “I say, old chum, may I borrow your cravat?"

  Shaking her head, she mumbled behind the cloth, without effect. His hands were strong, and she was unable to pull free. Quickly, he wrapped the cloth around her wrists, tying them loosely in place so there was no strain on her shoulders. Remembering her open gown, she glanced down. The material was gaping from the forward thrust of her breasts and her arms being pulled behind her back.

  "Ah, we have a domination going on,” a male said behind her back. “Mind if I watch?” He chuckled at his joke.

  "I would like more than that, I wish your assistance."

  "No!” Shouting behind the scarf, she shook her head.

  "Delighted, old fellow. Feeling weak in the knees?"

  "Hardly,” her masked gentleman said. “Help me lift her onto this table.” They dragged her wooden-legged to a narrow table and lifted her onto the tabletop. After setting her bottom on the wood surface with a muffled thump, he rubbed his hands up her back. Wondering what he was doing, she stared at his face.

  "If you continue to resist me, I will have to punish you.” Warning in a pleasant tone, he winked. “No bloomers. You came prepared.” Lifting her skirt, he tucked it behind and beneath her hips to keep it raised. She felt a cool draft of air touching her exposed legs and pelvis. Eyes wide, she tried to slide from the table. It was arousing her, but she didn't want it to. She didn't want all these people to see her having sex. Was he going to do her right here? She could feel her juices leaking from her body and wetting the material of her gown beneath her bottom. It was a small thing, compared to her exposed crotch. Still, the leaking juices forced her to admit, if only to herself, that this was exciting. An advantage of the fluff of her lifted skirt, it concealed that he had opened the front of her gown.

  "Hold her legs open wide.” Her chosen gentleman held her arm, holding her in place, while two men pulled her thighs apart in spite of her resistance. They chuckled at her resistance. Cool air touched her exposed sex like caressing fingers. Her arousal climbed. Heat climbed into her face, and she moaned in disbelief. This was not what she expected, but the ache in her body wasn't to be denied. Her body, and some part of her mind, loved this. Perhaps it was the mix of pleasure and humiliation after all the years of being humiliated without any enjoyment. Or perhaps it was that after all the years of humiliation, deep down it didn't truly bother her anymore. Some part of her mind shrugged the humiliation part aside.

  "She did ask to be dominated?” one of the helpers queried her gentleman, for it was obvious to all she was unable to speak.

  "She did, or I wouldn't be doing this. She wants something different."

  There was that pleasant reasonable timber again that convinced one to believe every word he said. This man really knew how to use his voice effectively. It was the same timber he had used when asking her if she wished to be his sex slave.

  "Ah, so you came up with a plan. I would say this has to be original.” The helper stroked his chubby fingers over her thigh. “Nice skin, soft as butter."

  She didn't look at him. She didn't want to see the smirk on his face while he stroked her flesh. However, she did recognize his voice; he was one of the gentlemen she had refused earlier. He probably really loved this.

  "Yes.” Her gentleman agreed, stroking his fingers over her inner thigh. She noticed he had removed his gloves. When had he had time? His left hand slid up her thigh, touching her with a feather-soft caress that made her flesh jump with excited pleasure. And then his fingers were there and he touched the curls covering her mound, causing her clit to throb in reaction. Closing her eyes, she moaned as his finger slid down and over her clit. The insides of her sheath throbbed and clenched. His warmth and then the cool air made certain she knew her whole cunny was exposed. Her eyes flew open to the crowd standing before her.

  A crowd of men turned to look and advanced toward the table. Closing her eyes, she longed to be anywhere else. If he was going to cover her and enter her body, he needed to do it fast. Blocking the sight of the gathering men did not stop her from imaging them seeing her wet cunny, the glimmering juices reflecting light on the short hairs surrounding her slit. The thought made her juices flow and leak from her opening.

  "Gentlemen,” her lover said with an authoritative timber, calling for their attention without needing to yell, “I need at least ten able men to lick this cunny and five ladies."

  Silently, she gasped, lifting her eyes to his masked face. Had he really said what she thought he had? He was smiling at the crowd. Again she tried to struggle from the table. With her hands tied, her lover holding her arm and two strong men holding her thighs wide, they had her in their control. This was what she had asked for. It only proved how ignorant she was of the things that were acceptable here and the domination proceedings. Should she relax and try to enjoy it? Or curl up in embarrassment?

  The heat of a blush burned her flesh, but she couldn't curl and hide with them holding her. She felt as though she were blushing all over as her insides warred with the idea of enjoying what was about to happen to her. She had asked for wild, and he was providing it. She couldn't be angry with him for doing what he thought she wanted. He must think I'm a really wild woman, a real seductress. This thoug
ht pleased her. She wanted to be a seductress at least once in her life. Therefore, he had fulfilled yet another of her fantasies. She had to admit he knew what he was doing.

  "I'm first.” A lanky man advanced from the crowd. His mask prevented her from knowing his identity, but she feared it was one of John's friends. There was something familiar about his build. She could only pray no one recognized her. Tipping her head forward, some of her hair slipped forward to conceal the sides of her face.

  "Very well. After you have finished, you shall take my place in exchange for the honor. Gentlemen, this is an virgin cunny, never been touched by a male, and the lady wanted to be pleasured in a shocking way. I believe, with your help, we can satisfy her lusts."

  Several people in the watching crowd chuckled.

  What made him think her cunny was virgin after she had told him she had done something like this before? Or was he just trying to entice the crowd into complying with his wishes? She decided it was the latter. A group of men rushed forward, forming a circle of gawking eyes and eager, masked faces. She peeked at the first man's masked face as he advanced, then closed her eyes as he lowered his head between her parted thighs. Hot, wet and soft, his tongue licked her from opening to clit. Her body jumped from the shock of sudden sensations as wet pleasure sizzled through her cunny. He paused to suckle her clit and it throbbed against his tongue. Closing her eyes from the sheer glory, she thought she would die from the intense pleasure.

  Moaning softly, she had never felt the like before. Her head fell to the side against her lover's strong torso. His heady scent filled her nostrils as the lanky man lapped back down her slit, making it pulse and throb.

  Her pelvis jerked and jumped in reaction to having a tongue on her most intimate parts. It was embarrassing, and delicious, a taste of heaven on earth. Maybe there was something to this domination stuff. She would never have been brave enough to ask for this, or to do this on her own. She shouldn't enjoy it when she was embarrassed like this, but she did. Feeling her juices pooling, leaking, and making her body feel languid, she leaned against her masked man for both moral and physical support.