Wicked Captive (Regency Sinners 5)

by Carole Mortimer

“But you will forgive me?”

  “I—”

  “Perhaps if I were to say I will never to do it again?”

  “Saying it does not make it so.”

  His mouth twisted. “You are very astute.”

  It was a fact that Jocey could do without the spanking, but did she feel the same way about the pleasure that his caresses afterward had evoked? And would that pleasure have been so intense without the spanking?

  “Do you…? Have you behaved in that manner with other la—women?” Her lack of experience meant she was not sure if ladies were meant to or did enjoy such things.

  “Other women, yes. Ladies, no.”

  A red tide rose up inside her. Of anger? Or jealousy? She was unsure which. “Why?”

  Jericho had considered that question several times himself in the past. Those thoughts had led him to the belief he treated the women of demimonde in that way in his sexual encounters because he had no wish for them, or him, ever to mistake it for anything other than what it was: sexual arousal followed by release. He did not trust any woman with his emotions, and had learned from observing his father’s obsession with his mother, and her contempt for her husband, how destructive love could be.

  No doubt gentlemen more learned than himself in such matters would even go so far as to say Jericho deliberately kept women at a distance, by his behavior during sexual encounters, because of his mother’s abandonment of her husband and son in favor of her many lovers.

  Earlier today, Jericho had tried to put Jocelyn into the same category as those other women he had spanked, restrained, and pleasured, and by doing so, he had not only hurt Jocelyn but also himself.

  Spanking her had aroused him. He would be lying if he claimed otherwise, but touching Jocelyn, feeling the rise of her pleasure again and again, before denying her release…

  That had aroused him so much, Jericho had been unable to think of anything else for the rest of the day. Unable to feel, breathe, or taste anything but the essence of her arousal, even as he tried to keep himself busy by making the stew, feeding the horses, and bringing in enough wood for the fire for a week or more.

  He answered her question with one of his own. “Do you forgive me?”

  “I— Yes.” She glanced at him, but her gaze could not quite meet his.

  “Sure?”

  “Yes.”

  One of Jericho’s hands moved beneath her chin to turn and tilt her face up to his. “Then should we not now kiss and make up?” he murmured.

  She moistened her lips with the tip of her tongue. “Is that sensible?”

  Jericho gave a self-derisive snort. Any vestige of sensibility he might have possessed had deserted him the moment he had gone to Jocelyn’s bedchamber in Wessex Manor and carried her off into the night.

  Because, despite the pain and anger that had consumed him over Worthington’s death, he had also known being alone here with Jocelyn would ultimately lead to this?

  The honest answer to that was a resounding yes.

  No matter her guilt or innocence, he desired Jocelyn more than he had ever desired any other woman.

  “Not in the least,” he acknowledged before his lips claimed hers in a kiss.

  If Jericho had been in the least demanding or rough with her, then Jocey knew she would have balked at the intimacy. As it was, she had no defense against the gentleness with which Jericho tasted her lips, deepening the kiss as his tongue stroked across them before slipping inside the heat of her mouth.

  Nor did she have the strength or will to object when she felt his fingers loosen the belt at her waist before pushing the robe from her shoulders. Her desire sharpened and heated as he bared her breast to be cupped in the palm of his hand.

  Her nipple instantly hardened in response to his assured touch. Jocey turned so that her arms might move up about Jericho’s shoulders. Her fingers became entangled in the thickness of hair at his nape as she returned the heat of that kiss.

  Arousal shot through her entire body as one of her nipples was held and pleasurably squeezed between Jericho’s fingers and thumb, that now-familiar dampness gushing copiously between her thighs.

  Her earlier arousal was nothing compared to the aching of her body now. A need for release that totally consumed her.

  Her arms tightened about his neck instinctively as she felt herself being lifted in Jericho’s arms when he rose to his feet. His lips still devoured hers as he carried her through to the warmth of the candlelit sitting room.

  He laid her down on the thick rug in front of the fire, parting and pushing aside her robe completely before lying between her parted thighs. He took most of his body weight onto his elbows, his hands cupping either side of her face as his lips now claimed hers with a devouring passion.

  Chapter 10

  Jericho rarely, if ever, kissed the women he bedded. It was far too intimate, an emotional rather than physical intimacy he did not need or want.

  And yet with Jocelyn, he could not seem to get close enough. To the feel of her lips parted beneath his. The delicious taste of her.

  She was heat and desire, and every taste and emotion in between. Warmth. Need. That want inside him that was growing stronger by the second.

  Jericho had never ached to possess any woman as badly as he now wanted to know and own every inch of Jocelyn’s body, from her delicate toes to her glossy dark hair.

  He wrenched his lips from hers to look hungrily into her flushed face. Her eyes glittered with the fever of her arousal. Her cheeks were flushed with that same desire. Her lips were red and slightly swollen from the force of his kisses.

  Jericho held her gaze with his as he rose onto his knees before his eyes lowered to take in the rest of her nakedness.

  The robe was pushed partway down her arms, a vivid splash of red against the pale ivory of her skin. Her breasts were firm and uptilting, tipped with swollen nipples the color of ripe raspberries. Her abdomen and waist dipped in enticingly before flaring out to voluptuous hips and slender thighs above delicate legs and feet. A thatch of curls covered the swell of her mound between her thighs. Her legs were splayed apart from where Jericho knelt between them, revealing the plumpness of her nether lips glistening temptingly with the juices of Jocelyn’s own arousal.

  Those glistening lips were a temptation Jericho had never felt before with any other woman. He was not a selfish lover, always ensured the woman he was with reached her own release at least once, but never with kisses or the touch of his mouth and tongue on or in her pussy.

  It was another intimacy he had never wished for with those ladies of the demimonde he bedded.

  But one he had no will or desire to withstand when that woman was Jocelyn. He ached to kiss her pussy as much as he longed to taste her.

  He grasped her hips tightly in his hands as he lowered his head, his senses instantly awash with the scent of her. Pine and apples and a deeper, earthy perfume that tasted delicious, he discovered, against the rasp of his tongue.

  Jocey gasped and then closed her eyes at the first sweeping caress of Jericho’s tongue between her thighs. A low groan escaped her throat as that moist and rasping tongue lapped up the juices gushing from her channel.

  “Fuck…” Jericho’s low moan matched her own, his breath hot against her sensitive flesh. “You taste so good. So fucking good!” His parted lips claimed between her thighs, sucking and biting. “Are you a virgin, Jocelyn?”

  It took several seconds for his words to penetrate her lust-filled mind. “Yes,” she finally breathed, wondering why it mattered.

  He nodded, eyes dark and glittering. “Then I will ensure you still remain that way when we are finished.”

  Jocey had no time for further questions or thought, could only writhe beneath Jericho as the rasp of his tongue licked at and then penetrated the opening of her channel. But only enough so that she could feel that penetration, again and again, before his tongue moved higher to where her aroused nubbin now pulsed and throbbed in readiness for his attention.


  She had not known… Never imagined… Had not realized how glorious it would feel to have a man’s mouth there. Sucking. Licking. Biting.

  Her breath left her in a gasp as Jericho added to that pleasure when his hands moved to capture her nipples, fingers pulling and squeezing on those ripe berries as his mouth continued to lick and suck between her thighs.

  Bright lights flashed behind her closed lids as a vortex of pleasure flared between her thighs, before spreading outward to claim every inch of her in a release so shattering the whole of her body shook and quaked beneath the onslaught.

  She had barely gathered her scattered wits when Jericho took her there again. And then again.

  She lost count of the number of times he plundered her trembling body, seeming insatiable in his need to take her to that pinnacle time after time, until Jocey lay weak and limp beneath him. “No more,” she finally groaned. “Jericho, no more. Please.” She reached down to grasp his shoulders. “I am completely spent,” she pleaded as he looked up at her with fevered dark eyes. “Let me… There must be some way I can please you?”

  Jericho’s mind and body were saturated with Jocelyn’s taste and the triumphant pleasure of feeling her come apart again and again beneath the ministrations of his mouth and hands. So much so, he had not given his own release so much as a second thought.

  His did so now as he moved back up onto his knees. He could feel his drawers were damp with the release of pre-cum from the tip of his engorged and straining cock. His balls were tight with an excess of his hot seed.

  He knew exactly what he wanted from Jocelyn. How she best might give him pleasure and he could still maintain his promise to keep her virginity intact. But Jocelyn claimed to be an innocent, and if that was true, then he could not, in all conscience, expect her to—

  “Please tell me what to do, Jericho.”

  Her plea and her naked body spread out before him completely spent, like a feast he had gorged himself on, shattered the tenuous hold he had over the demand of his own body, over the need and hunger to have her lips and hands on him.

  “Get up on your knees,” he instructed softly. He watched her every movement as she knelt before him, having shrugged the robe fully from her arms as she did so. The flickering candlelight allowed him to see how her well-pleasured breasts thrust up and forward, tipped by nipples that were bright red from the squeezing and pulling of his fingers. The curls were damp between her thighs. “Release my cock.” He watched between narrowed lids as, after the briefest of hesitations, Jocelyn lifted trembling hands to unfastening his pantaloons. “Untie and push down my drawers.”

  Jocey’s breath caught in her throat at how engorged Jericho’s cock was beneath those drawers. Even so, she gave a tiny gasp as unfastening that garment allowed the swollen rod to burst free and jut up and outward.

  Very long and thick, engorged veins ran along its length, the top a deep red and mushroom shaped, the skin pulled back to reveal that bulbous and glistening cap.

  “Wrap your fingers around it.”

  She glanced up at Jericho and then quickly away again as she saw how rakishly attractive he looked with his dark hair falling in disarray over his brow. She chewed on her bottom lip in concentration as she watched her warm fingers curl about the thickness of his cock. “It feels like velvet. Steel encased in velvet,” she murmured wondrously.

  “Then stroke it,” Jericho ordered gruffly.

  Her fingertips moved along its length, causing it to jerk and pulse in response.

  “Now pump it.”

  “Oh,” she gasped as the pulling down of Jericho’s cock produced a bubbling of viscous liquid to escape from the slit at the tip of the red and bulbous top. Another pump upward produced the same effect. Fascinated, she repeated that pumping motion, again and again, until that slick release dripped down her fingers and the back of her hand.

  “Lap it up with your tongue.”

  Her eyes widened until she was sure they must be as big as saucers.

  Jericho chuckled softly. “Think of yourself as a cat lapping at a bowl of cream.”

  Jocey swallowed down the saliva that had flooded her mouth at the mere thought of licking Jericho’s cock. She gave him a nervous glance before lowering her head and making the first tentative stroke of her tongue across the slit from where those juices escaped.

  It tasted delicious, creamy, as Jericho had said, but also hot and salty-sweet. An addictive taste she wanted more of.

  Jericho sat back on his heels to watch as Jocelyn took the head of his cock fully inside the heat of her mouth. She needed no further instruction from him, instinct taking over as she began to lick and then suck his sensitive cock deep into her mouth, before lifting again as slowly, and then plunging down again until his cock hit the back of her throat.

  In truth, it was the first time Jericho had been with a woman whom he had needed to instruct on exactly how to pleasure a man with her hands and mouth.

  It was the most erotic experience of his life.

  Made more so, he knew, by the fact that Jocelyn was the woman now pleasuring him. Because she wanted to do so. Was not being paid to do so, but wanted to give him the same pleasure and release he had given her.

  His hands clenched at his sides as one of her hands moved to cup and squeeze the sac drawn up tightly beneath his cock, knowing he could not take much more of this torment, that he needed to release the cum churning hotly in his balls.

  He had wanted to thrust his fingers deep inside her pussy earlier rather than the shallow thrusts of his tongue, but confirmation of her virginity had stopped him from doing so. Now he wanted to come in her mouth, to pump and release all that hot cum down her throat and have her swallow it.

  But would Jocelyn want him to release in her mouth, or would that be too shocking a request?

  He gave a groan of protest as she lifted up, and his cock was released from the moist heat of her mouth.

  “I can feel your cock throbbing as you hold yourself back,” she accused, her lips red and swollen from being about the girth of his cock. “I want it, Jericho. Whatever you are holding back from me, I want it. All of it.” Her fingers gave a demanding squeeze about his rod. “I want it now.”

  Jericho was accustomed to being the one in control of lovemaking, but he was unable to resist or refuse the command Jocelyn now made of him.

  He rose onto his knees so that his cock thrust fully forward. “Part your lips wide and take me deep inside. Good girl,” he approved as she lowered her head and those parted lips once again took his cock into the moist heat of her mouth and to the back of her throat.

  It was not the pussy his cock wanted, but it felt close enough, and Jericho began to thrust his cock slowly in and out of that hot and welcoming cave of pleasure.

  He thrust in earnest as he felt the caress of Jocelyn’s tongue along his length of his cock each time he withdrew before pressing forward again.

  His balls felt as if they were on fire and his cum boiled and bubbled, ready to explode.

  When it came, it was a release Jericho had no control over as he felt Jocelyn’s tongue penetrate the slit at the top of his cock. She repeated that penetration again and again, until Jericho gripped her shoulders hard and thrust compulsively and deeply to the back of her throat. His cum shot down the length of his cock and exploded into her mouth.

  He continued to come, hot spurt after never-ending spurt, as Jocelyn greedily sucked and swallowed down every last drop.

  Jocey did not stop sucking even when she felt Jericho’s cock begin to soften in her mouth. She loved the salty-sweet taste of his creamy nectar. Wanted more of it. Craved it. Knew now exactly why Jericho had seemed so insatiable earlier in his demand that she continue to release her own juices into his waiting mouth.

  “There is no more left. You have sucked me dry,” Jericho finally murmured ruefully.

  Color warmed Jocey’s cheeks at the realization she was mewling her disappointment as she sucked and there was no more of his release left
for her to enjoy. She had never before tasted anything so good, so delicious, so creamy as Jericho’s release.

  That was not her only embarrassment. She now realized she was also completely naked, when Jericho, apart from his open pantaloons and drawers, still wore all his clothes.

  She vaguely recalled throwing off her robe before putting her hands on Jericho’s cock, but after that, she remembered only how he had felt and tasted. The sheer joy she felt in being able to give him the same pleasure he had given her.

  Jericho waited until she looked up at him from beneath lowered lashes before speaking again. “You were magnificent.”

  Her lashes lowered. “You had to instruct me like a child.”

  “There is nothing in the least childlike about you, Jocelyn,” he assured her. “And instructing you was part of the magnificence,” he acknowledged gruffly.

  She gave him a puzzled glance. “It was?”

  His mouth twisted in show of self-derisive humor. “I am sure it has not escaped your notice that I like to dominate in the bedchamber.”

  “But we are not in the bedchamber,” she came back saucily.

  “I doubt I could dominate you there either.”

  “And does that disappoint you?”

  “No,” Jericho answered truthfully, knowing that part of tonight’s pleasure had been in having Jocelyn command him. It was not something he had ever wished for or wanted before, but now that he’d had it once… “No,” he repeated firmly. “It does not disappoint me at all.” He looked forward to being commanded by Jocelyn in that way again. Soon.

  She sighed. “But there is no denying you are used to much more experienced women than I.”

  This time, he gave shout of laughter. “I am not sure I would have survived if you were any more experienced.”

  Jocey’s self-consciousness disappeared at the sight and sound of Jericho’s laughter. He really did look so wonderfully handsome when he laughed, all the more so because it rarely happened. “Really?”

  “Really.” His gaze raked over her searchingly. “I did nothing to hurt or shock you?”