“Dorian, you remember Lady Drummond?”
“Of course. It is very nice to see you again.” He smiled and kissed her hand.
“Lord Tarkenton, it is splendid to see you again.” Kat curtsied and then retrieved her hand.
Heath glared at his cousin, but moved on. “This is Dorian’s wife, Lady Cassandra Tarkenton.” The dark haired beauty curtsied and smiled.
“Welcome, Lady Drummond. It is a pleasure to meet someone Heath holds in such high esteem.”
Kat’s face warmed with the kind words. “It is delightful to meet you as well. I have heard much of your youthful exploits. I fear I am a bit jealous of your zest for life.”
“Oh, I am sure whatever you heard was sufficiently exaggerated to warrant a correction in the future, and please call me Cassie.”
“And this image of youthful decorum is my ward and niece, Lady Christine Tarkenton. Don’t let her fool you.” Heath grinned at her look of outrage.
“Uncle Heath, how could you. I was working so hard to act proper tonight. Lady Drummond, it is a pleasure to meet you. Although, unlike my aunt, I know nothing about you. My uncle has been very tight lipped lately.” She slashed a grin at him, unmistakable in its challenge.
“It is very nice to meet you.” Katherine glanced at Heath and the knot of tension eased as she realized how content he appeared. They chatted for a bit before the remaining guests arrived.
Not long after dinner, the guests departed for other entertainments including Dorian, Cassie, and Christine. Katherine found herself utterly alone with Heath.
“Kat, I have been dying to hold you all night.” He hauled her into his arms and kissed her lips with incredible tenderness. Her heart skipped a beat. “Come with me.” He took her hand and led her to the foyer. The butler waited there with their cloaks. Settled inside a rented hack, their thighs pressed together as they sat on the bench. Heath knocked on the roof and called out the address for The Market.
Alone, he pulled her closer against his side and wrapped an arm around her shoulders. “Did you do as you were bade this afternoon?”
Kat’s face heated at his question. “Yes, Sir, I did.”
“Mmm…very good. Tell me what you did.”
His scent surrounded her. Intoxicated her to the point she could no longer remember why she should be ashamed. “I touched myself as I lay in the tub thinking of you. Thinking of us, together.”
“Yes. Did you pinch your own nipples?” His voice rasped.
“I did.” Her whole body flushed.
“Did you touch your pussy? Slide your fingers inside of your tight channel?” His breathing had grown labored, as had hers.
“Yes. I wished it was you; ached for you, even after coming.”
Heath groaned in the dark beside her. “You will have to show me sometime. I would very much enjoy watching you touch your pussy.”
Could she do that? Could she touch herself in front of Sir? Yes. Deep down Kat knew if he asked her to, she would do it. For him.
The hack stopped and he pulled her hood up hiding her face. He tied a mask over his own and led her inside. Kat thought she might not make it to their room before her need took over. Heath led her through his entry. A fire roared waiting for them as the chamber glowed with soft light. He pressed her against the wall, trapping her between his arms and ravaged her mouth. She opened for him, let his tongue invade her, taste her. Trembling with the need to feel his skin against hers, she reached up and pushed his coat off his shoulders. He dropped his arms letting her push the garment off. Breaking the kiss, he spun her around and pressed her against the wall.
“Don’t move.” His fingers began working at the fastenings of her gown. Soon she found herself nude and crushed against his fully clothed body. The sensation of her skin chafing against the fabric he still wore was like tiny jolts of electricity all over. His hands roamed over her form, touching her shoulders, breasts, hips, and then the globes of her bottom.
She moaned. How long would she have to endure such exquisite torture?
“Tonight I have something special in mind for you. Do you trust me?” The dark edge to his voice was intoxicating.
“I know you would never harm me. I trust you, Sir.” The understanding of how deep her trust ran was shocking to her own psyche. Rocked to her core by the knowledge, she missed the transition from the wall to a tall bench at the foot of the bed. There he bent her over the surface with a pile of pillows under her hips and stomach to support her weight while allowing her to keep her legs straight. Then she watched him tie each wrist to a post of the bed, stretching her forward so her breasts hung free.
Kat had never been so exposed and vulnerable. Splayed out for their pleasure, she experienced a sense of peace and contentment that she could never have expected. Heath ran his hands over her backside, squeezing each cheek gently. “You have such a beautiful bottom, Kat.”
“Thank you, Sir.” Anticipation stirred deep in her belly, the waiting an intensifier of her need.
“Now, as I recall I owe you a spanking.”
“You do, Sir?”
“You lied to me, Kat. You had no errands to run this morning did you?”
Unable to see his face in her position, she had no idea if he was truly angry. “I’m sorry, Sir.”
“Why did you lie to me, Kat?” His hand stroked her right cheek down to her thigh. A gentle caress.
“I was afraid. This has happened so fast. I needed to still feel in control of something.” She cringed at the hitch in her voice.
He said nothing, the silence stretched taut with waiting. “I understand. Do you wish to stop now?”
She heard the fear in his voice. It would hurt him if she wanted to stop, but he would release her. That knowledge alone reaffirmed her earlier revelation. “No. I understand now how much I trust you. Need you, Sir.”
His breath released in a soft gush as though he’d held it. “I am gratified by your trust and understanding. It would devastate me if I harmed you physically or emotionally. You have become so much more than our contract.” He pressed a soft kiss to her lower back. “Now, I must punish you for your doubt and deception.”
“Please, Sir.” Her heart hammered against her chest. The first blow fell. Heat bloomed in her backside as her core softened and heated. Three more blows landed and then he pinched and rolled a nipple, causing her to cry out in pleasure.
“What have you learned, Kat?” His velvety voice wrapped around her as he squeezed the other nipple.
“I shall not tell lies, Sir.” A tremor of need rolled through her body.
“Very good.” He plunged two fingers into her pussy. Her body clamped down on the penetration, squeezing him. He pumped into her channel, wreaking havoc on her overwrought senses.
She couldn’t take much more of his attention without exploding. “Please, Sir.”
“Please what?” He demanded.
“Please make me come, Sir.” Her hips pressed back as much as they could on his fingers, but he withdrew.
“Not yet.” She heard him step away from the bed, rummage in a drawer, and then he was back.
“It is time for your surprise. These past few weeks have given you time to adjust and now it is time to push your boundaries again.”
Something thick and cool began coating her rosebud. Need had her clenching, trying to draw in his fingers. She wanted to be filled by him, craved it with a desperation she could not explain. Then her patience was rewarded, and he slipped two fingers past the tight ring of muscle. Mewling in pleasure, she again tried to push back against him. He worked them in and out of her backside, driving her closer to the edge. Just as she thought he was going to let her peak, he withdrew his fingers. She half lay there, her legs shaking with desire and her weight, as she came down from her near miss.
Dazed and foggy with desire, she reined in the impulse to beg. Begging would not sway this man when he was set on a course for their pleasure. Her pussy throbbed with the urge to be filled, nipples ached to
be touched. And still he tormented her.
“I need you to relax, Kat. Are you ready?”
“Yes, Sir. I’m ready for you.”
He chuckled, damn him. “Not me, sweet. I am going to stretch your bottom with this.”
A jade dildo, beautifully carved, appeared before her eyes. It was Chinese with a dragon head carved in the hilt. The opposite end was a few inches of smooth stone that mushroomed at the tip replicating a penis. The dragon head was worn to rounded edges from a few thousand years of use. Her whole body shook with the idea of taking that within her body. Her juices dribbled down her inner thigh as he circled around and came between her spread legs. More of the thick, cool salve coated her hole before the tip of the hard cylinder pressed against her.
She took a deep breath and willed her body to relax. As the stone slid past the tight ring, she concentrated on relaxing around it. Focusing, she ignored the stretched burning sensation that came as it sank deeper into her body. Her backside felt so full, so uncomfortably full that she couldn’t help but squirm.
“Dear God you are a sight. Do you know how you look bent over with that dildo lodged in your backside? Arms stretched out forcing your breasts to dangle as though begging for me to touch them?” His voice caressed her, even as his words pushed her desire up another notch.
His hands found her breasts, pulling and tugging on her nipples. Then he trailed his fingers down her spine to cup her cheeks, spreading them so he could see the toy lodged firmly in her derriere.
His breath hitched. “Now, I am going to have a sip of whiskey as you adjust.”
Need leant a raspy quality to his voice and a jerkiness to the quality of his movements. The clink of glass came before the sound of liquid being poured. Then a chair scraped across the rug stopping where she was displayed. The burning had eased, leaving her feeling the contrast of the fullness between her cheeks and the emptiness in her pussy. It was pleasure and torment all rolled in to one. How could she let him expose her like this? How could she find such pleasure in having her weakness revealed? All sense of time slipped away. Her awareness narrowed to the male presence nearby, to the driving compulsion to please him.
“It seems someone is enjoying my surprise.” His finger trailed up her inner thigh, collecting her moisture that had dripped down her leg. “Mmm. Sweet is the right name for you. Like ripe berries in summer.” He repeated the scooping of her juice and held his finger in front of her. “Taste how sweet you are.”
Eagerness had her licking his fingers hungrily. He pulled away, and to her great relief she heard his clothing rustling and then dropping on the floor. Then he was behind her, and the first slice of pleasure cut through her with a twist of the dildo before he pulled it out. His tongue plunged into her pussy while he slid the dildo back in her tight hole. Pleasure streaked through her, would have taken her to her knees but for the pillows.
He worked the long stone in and out of her body in sync with his tongue lapping at her honey. A scream reverberated off the walls around them when she shattered. Her channel spasmed around his tongue as her bottom clenched the invading jade. Wave after wave of pleasure swamped her until he gave her one last lick. “Thank you, Sir,” she murmured. Gratitude swamped her, followed by a pleasant lethargy.
A light swat on her cheek got her attention. “We are not through yet, my sweet.”
The swollen head of his cock slid through her throbbing folds. Still filled by the stone, the idea of taking him at the same time had her desire stirring again. He pushed into her in a long slow assault that had her crying out in pleasure. Filled to the brim with Heath’s cock and the dildo, she thought she would expire from the bliss.
Then he pulled the jade back and pushed it in, while dragging his cock out of her pussy. He worked an alternating pattern while she shoved back in an attempt to drive each intruder deeper into her body. Wrapping her hands around the cravats lashing her to the bed, she gained some leverage to drive her body backward.
The first spark ricocheted through her. Heath’s iron flesh slamming into her body. Lost in the pleasurable assault of the man and the toy, her orgasm burst over her with a force that rocked her soul. Wave after wave of pleasure peaked and then lulled only to peak again with the continued thrust of his cock into her sheath.
With a shout, he withdrew himself and the dildo from her body, and spent his cum on her back and derriere, rubbing the head across her sensitized flesh. Both panting from the exertion, he slumped over her back for a moment.
Lost, she found her wrists released and her back cleaned. Heath rolled her over, and lifted her boneless body into his arms. She snuggled closer against him before the softness of the bed cradled her. Everything around her was a haze punctuated by Heath. A touch. A gentle murmur. A whiff of his essence. Then his big warm body cocooned hers and she slept.
Chapter Seven
Heath sat across the carriage from her, a calming presence. He was, as expected, a demanding lover. He’d taken her in all of the ways he promised he would, and in one he may not have intended. Katherine was afraid she was falling in love with him. She found it hard to credit herself, but despite all her best intentions he was razing her barriers a little at a time. With him, she felt protected. Safe. It was a feeling she was growing to revel in, and one she didn’t wish to give up, even if it were to cost her freedom.
The vehicle halted. With a sigh she gathered her skirts and alighted with Heath’s assistance. Amidst a swish of satin she entered the Carrington’s home. Friends of her parents, she considered herself obligated to attend the rare dinner party they hosted. At least their invitations were genuine. She hoped no one would be too rude this evening; it would be a shame to upset her hostess.
Entering the salon on Heath’s arm caused all eyes to swivel in her direction. Being the center of attention was unnerving.
“Breathe, Katherine. You look beautiful. The burgundy gown makes your eyes glow.”
“Thank you, Heath.” Her heart fluttered in her chest. Would everyone know they were lovers?
“Come, my sweet, I would like to introduce you to a few friends.” He ushered her toward a clump of men.
Introductions were made, followed by an awkward exchange of pleasantries. Then Heath’s cousins, Lord and Lady Tarkenton, appeared. “Good evening My Lord.” She dipped into a graceful curtsy. Relief at the arrival of a pair of friendly faces calmed her nerves.
“Lady Drummond, how nice to see you once again.” Lord Tarkenton greeted her and cast a sly look at Heath who remained serene in the face of his scrutiny.
“What a beautiful gown. Is that a Madame Le Fluer design?” Cassandra fingered the lace trim on Katherine’s sleeve.
“It is. You have an excellent eye. I was afraid it might be over the top, but I so loved the fabric I couldn’t resist when she showed me the design.” They spoke for a bit when Kat excused herself to speak with Lady Carrington.
“Your gathering seems to be quite a success.”
Her hostess grinned. “Once word got out that Lord Heathington would be attending, a slew of acceptances appeared on my doorstep. How are you faring? You appear to be recovering from your grief.”
Kat hesitated, daring a glance at Heath from across the room. Her heart sped up. “Widowhood agrees with me.”
“I dare say your parents would be pleased to see that considering how disagreeable marriage turned out to be. But don’t let that rotten apple spoil the barrel. Men do have their uses.” Lady Carrington quirked an eyebrow up and giggled as she sailed away to greet a newly arrived guest.
With another lingering look at the man who dominated her body and her thoughts, Kat sought out the fresh evening air. Alone on the veranda that overlooked a spectacular night blooming garden, she lost herself in the botanical splendor.
Disappointed that she could not explore the torch lit grounds on her own, it simply wasn’t safe when one might be accosted by a rake, she determined to insist Heath take her for a walk before they departed. Absorbed by the notion
of a stroll in the gardens with him, she didn’t notice the man who’d stepped out on to the wide terrace with her.
“Good evening.” He flashed a smile in the dark and nodded.
“Good evening, sir,” she said, nonplussed by the stranger’s unexpected arrival, and more so by his pleasant greeting. She realized he mustn’t know her identity.
“That is a lovely gown you are wearing. The burgundy makes your eyes sparkle so much I could not help but notice you inside.”
“Thank you for the kind words.” The hairs on her arms rose in alarm at receiving such a compliment from a complete stranger. Flustered, she started for the doors to the salon. She wanted to find Heath, to stand near him and let him banish this person from her vicinity. Before she made it to the pool of light that spilled from the doorway, the man had latched on to her arm and hauled her into the shadows.
Katherine’s heart pounded against her ribs so hard she swore a herd of stampeding horses plunged through her chest. Fear choked her as the iron band of his arms clamped down around her, imprisoning her between his body and the stone wall of the house. She clutched his jacket trying to fend him off, but to no avail. With a swift, menacing grace he lowered his mouth.
In a futile effort, her fists gripped his lapels and pressed against his chest. Heath. She needed him. Where was he? He would trounce the cad assaulting her in a trice, if only he would appear. Despite her inability to scream effectively, she fought until her arms ached with the strain. Her attacker’s hands clamped down on her upper arms as he used his chest to crowd her against the wall. The stone, as unforgiving as it was uneven, left her with an aggressive male crushed against her, and a sharp brick jabbing into her back. The unforgiving wall, paired with the manacles he called hands, left no doubt she would be in a sorry state come the morning no matter how this ended. Anger at the indignity of the attack leeched into her muscles, renewing her strength.
The low murmur of male voices reached them before he shifted their tussle deeper into the shadows, drawing her away from the stone wall. His hands relocated, his arms wrapping around her, imprisoning her more capably while allowing him the access he needed to finally kiss her. Panic flooding her with adrenaline, she attempted to free herself again, but found her ribs crushed as he leaned in to fuse their lips. She jerked her head to the right and avoided the unwanted intimacy, crying out. “Stop!”
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