Taming His Hellion Countess (The Lustful Lords Series Book 2)

by Sorcha Mowbray

  He ignored her feeble demands and carried her past the housekeeper and at least two upstairs maids before he replaced her on her feet inside his bedroom. She smoothed her skirts out and attempted to readjust her corset, which had not appreciated his theatrics. An awkward moment of hesitation stretched as she tried to decide what she should do.

  Her husband stood a foot away, watching her closely.

  She flicked her gaze from him to his large, velvet-draped bed, and then to the door that separated their chambers. The desperate urge to sleep in his bed, to lie next to him, skin to skin all night long, surged deep within. But propriety, for once—and at the most inconvenient moment she might add—pushed her to retreat to her own room to prepare for bed. She bit her lower lip and turned toward the door to her room. “Good night, Cooper.”

  “What? Where are you going?” He looked confused.

  She stopped walking. “To my chamber to prepare for bed.”

  He straightened up and eyed her with a sense of dark command. “You will do no such thing. Spoils remain with the victor. They do not have a room of their own.”

  Her breath caught in her chest. Was he playing a game with her? Was he serious?

  He walked over to a wingback chair near the fire and sat as regally as any king. “Come.”

  The dominance in his tone moved her with little thought to compliance. She was drawn to him like the needle of a compass to true north. A sense of rightness bloomed in her chest as she waited for further direction from him. While separating to go to her own room had seemed logical, it had felt empty and wrong. This felt right.

  “Turn around.” His voice rumbled, a deeper tone than normal, that sounded almost gravelly.

  Her husband served as lady’s maid and unhooked her dress, then her skirts, and then the rest of the layers, working steadily to free her from her clothes until she stood before him naked. The warmth from the fire licked over one side of her body while the other remained chilled by the shadows.

  His gaze stayed steady, unwavering. “Kneel before me.”

  Emily did as directed, dropping to her knees. That was the moment she noticed the solid length of his erection in his trousers. How had she missed such an obvious display? Perhaps it had only grown to such a state while her back was turned? Could undressing her excite him so greatly?

  He opened his trousers and freed his hard cock, taking a moment to stroke it. “I plan on using that pretty mouth until I come all over your breasts.”

  She inhaled sharply, and her nipples pebbled to tight little peaks. She was utterly excited by the idea of him using her in such a way.

  “Come, my little hellion. Suck my cock.”

  His raw demand would have made her weak in the knees had she not already been on them. So she leaned forward and gripped the base of his shaft. The tip was mottled with need, a drop of precome seeping from the slit. She licked her lips as she leaned forward and then swiped her tongue over the drop of moisture. His male essence burst over her tongue, a slightly sweeter version of what was to come. Eager to get to the heart of his command, she took the head of his cock in her mouth and then slid more in behind it. She wanted as much of him as she could take, all of him, if she could. When she drew back, he growled low in his belly, a primitive sound that egged her on. She reversed directions, taking him back in and swallowing until she had his entire length engulfed. Quickly, she retreated, only to repeat the action again.

  He groaned, low and needy. “Yes, take it all.”

  And she did. She continued to work the length of his shaft in and out of her mouth, relishing the power she wielded over him as he moaned and shook with pleasure.

  Then he threaded his fingers into her hair, destroying her coiffure as he urged her on. “Faster.” His breath hitched. “Bloody hell.”

  Emily’s entire body tingled with want. Her nipples were so tight and achy, and her pussy throbbed between her clenched thighs. Oh, how she wanted him inside her, but she trusted him to see to her needs. To take care of her pleasure and satisfy the hungry desire that simmered within.

  “Off!” His grunted words were accompanied by a firm pull on her hair.

  The tugging on her scalp tingled and buzzed over her body, adding more fuel to the fire. Dear God, she burned for him. Panting, partially from sucking his cock and partially from the overwhelming need that seethed within, she knelt there, back bowed as he held her by her hair and pumped his cock.

  And then the first warm spurt of his seed landed on her chest. As he continued to come with a low growl, he worked his hand up and down his slick shaft, drawing his cum out and aiming it at her breasts. A few drops landed on her cheek, not far from her mouth. Snaking her tongue out of her mouth, she managed to scoop the stray fluid up and swallow it. Something dark and primitive seemed to flash in his gaze as he watched her tongue. Then his cock finally softened, an apparent prompt for him to release it—but not her.

  No, his hand remained fisted in her hair as he loomed over her. “You belong to me, Emily. You will always be mine, as I will always be yours.”

  And then he reached out and rubbed his load into her skin. Massaged the creamy fluid into her breasts, swirling it over her nipples and up to her collarbones. Apparently satisfied with the mess he’d made, he held his fingers up to her mouth. “Lick them clean, love.”

  And she did, eager to please him. But equally eager to please herself.

  “Such a lovely pink tongue,” he murmured as she swept away the last dollop of seed from his fingers.

  Hand still holding her hair, he leaned in closer and kissed her. She surrendered to his possession, meeting his tongue and tangling hers with it until she was certain she would burst into flame. Her skin felt ablaze and her body ached with her desire to be touched by him, to be filled. And as he pulled back from their kiss, his smile suggested he was well aware of how desperately needy she felt in that moment.

  With the cascade of emotions and desire pummeling her, something deep within broke free. An inner glow illuminated the dark shadows inside and warmed her from within.

  “Go arrange yourself on the bed for me. Arms and legs splayed wide.” He motioned toward the imposing tester bed that dominated the room.

  Emily did his bidding, even as her body demanded his touch. She knew if she did as he asked, he would give her all that she needed. Her husband was not a stingy lover. Crawling on the massive bed—it could have easily accommodated four large adults—she lay on her back and spread her arms and legs as requested.

  Cooper rose from where he’d sat and crossed to his dresser. There, he withdrew four neck ties and a wood box. When he returned to the bed, he set the box and two of the ties by her feet and then moved to one side. She watched with only a little trepidation as her husband bound each wrist to the nearest spindle of the headboard. Then he moved to her feet, repeating the same action using the more widely set posts of the bed frame. She felt impossibly open, exposed. Of course, that was likely the purpose behind his positioning her in such a way.

  He remained between her legs, still standing at the foot of the bed, and slid a hand along the inside of her leg until he reached just above her knee. Then he stroked back toward her bound ankle. “You might have the prettiest pussy I have ever seen.”

  He crawled on the bed, set the box off to the side of her legs, and then moved closer. Unsure if his comment required a reply, she remained silent. Watchful. What was he planning? Because clearly, he planned something.

  “I have been dying to play with your sweet cunny. I don’t mean simply lick it—heaven knows I’ve done plenty of that. But really play with it. See just how far we can push you.” He stroked higher up her thigh, his fingers teasing the crease where her thigh met her torso.

  Her breath hitched as she imagined the things he might do to her pussy. Having visited the hall of mirrors at The Market, she knew there were myriad ways he might tease her. Torture her until she exploded with pleasure.

  He opened the box and pulled out an elaborately ca
rved dildo. Ever the gentleman, he held the stone up for her inspection. It was a lovely pink-and-white color, polished to a high shine. All along the length of the cylinder were raised carvings in swoops and swirls that created a series of ridges. “Mmmm…do you like the rose quartz? I acquired this set a few years ago from an unusual merchant.”

  She licked her lips, seeking the moisture she needed to speak. Her mouth had gone dry at the notion of him inserting the dildo inside her. “It’s lovely,” she managed to rasp out.

  Cooper set it down and then raised another item of the same stone. It was a squatter shape with a slight flare at the base. Her brows rose to her hairline as she tried to imagine how he might use such an implement.

  “This is a rectal plug. I’ve heard there was a time when doctors believed sperm could escape from a woman’s womb through the rectum. This was a fertility aid to stop such a thing. Quite a silly notion; however, I think you may discover a more pleasurable purpose for it.” He grinned and set the item aside as well.

  Last but not least, he withdrew an interestingly sized circlet of the same stone. It was too large to be worn as a ring on his hand and too small to be a bracelet. Instead of telling her what it was, this time he demonstrated the item. He reached down and slid the item down over his semisoft shaft. He pushed it down his length until it reached his balls. Then he worked both sacs through the ring.

  “What is that?” Curiosity drew the breathless question from her.

  “This is a cock ring. It is intended to help delay orgasm, extending our amorous activities.” The hungry look on his face suggested to her that he may need just such assistance, despite the fact she had so recently drained him of his seed.

  The last item he retrieved from the box was a small glass pot. He removed the lid and carefully set it aside, though she couldn’t see where. Finally, he grabbed a bolster that sat nearby. “Lift your arse.”

  She did as bid, and he slid the pillow beneath her bottom, which tilted her hips upward, exposing her pussy even more. It also seemed to make her backside more accessible, which made sense considering the various implements he had shown to her in the last few minutes.

  No longer able to glance down her body and see what he was doing, she bit her lower lip and waited. The sharp edge of desire that had her burning for him had eased as she lay there. But it had not dissipated. Like a well-banked fire, it would take little stoking to bring her body roaring back to life.

  “Emily, do you trust me with your pleasure?”

  Cooper’s voice had deepened, grown rough with desire. Or perhaps it was anticipation?

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  Regardless, little shivers of need sparked all along her body. “Yes. I trust you, Cooper.”

  His gaze shimmered for a moment as desire and something gentle flickered through his bottomless brown eyes. Then the softness leeched away, and the commanding glint returned. Her body melted in response, heated in welcome for whatever pleasurable torture he had planned.

  “We have discussed the things you are interested in trying. Tonight, you will experience something more than my fingers filling your arse.”

  He didn’t hesitate as he reached for the pot of what she assumed was salve, and then a cool, wet substance pressed against her rear hole.

  A gentle brush over the tight ring had her clenching in surprise, but then he leaned down and pressed a kiss to her inner thigh. “Relax, my little hellion. Let me inside you,” he urged, as a fingertip—or so she guessed—pressed firmly against her opening.

  He eased inside, slowly sinking into her heat. With a slow, steady pace, he worked in and out of her body until she relaxed around him. Then he added a second digit. The fullness returned with a slight pinch that quickly settled into a pleasurable feeling. After a few minutes of him filling her and then gently stretching his fingers open, he withdrew.

  With her pussy back to aching and now her arse sharing in the wantonness, she moaned and shifted her hips restlessly. A few moments later, something cold and very hard pressed against her rear entrance. She tensed for a moment when he leaned over and sucked hard on her clit, but relaxed as he shifted to a gentle lapping that sent delicious shivers up and down her body. At the same time, he’d eased the tip of the rectal plug inside her. He continued to lick her pussy as he slid the piece of stone deeper into her passage. The thing widened, and she groaned as the pleasure bled into pain. “Cooper!”

  His hand stilled, and he looked up at her. “Breathe, sweetheart. Just breathe through it, and soon, the pain will feel so good.”

  He eased the plug out and then back in, fucking her with it slowly until she relaxed again. Then he returned to lapping at her pussy, yet now he avoided her clit. Her body throbbed with the need to be filled even as he popped the last part of the plug in place.

  He retreated from her pussy but remained between her thighs, his hands pressing her legs wide open. “My God, you are an arousing woman. The base of the plug looks like a beautiful gemstone lodged between your cheeks. Just above it, your pussy is wet and swollen, your channel clenching in need. I want nothing more than to sink my cock into you, but not yet. Not until you’re begging me to fill you.”

  His words sizzled through her, feeding the flames of her desire until she was certain she would be consumed by the inferno. “Please.”

  “Not yet, my hellion. I promise, when I am done with you, you will be incoherent with pleasure, drunk on the bliss I’ve given you. Just a little longer.” He pressed a kiss to her inner thigh.

  Out of her mind with the pulsing lust that owned her body, she lay there bound to his bed and at his mercy. Having been given no other choice, she waited to see what would come next.

  The next sensation was again one of cold stone, considering her body was on fire. The blunted tip rubbed gently over her needy flesh, skating up one side and down the other. Again, he refused to touch her sensitive nub that seemed to throb with every beat of her heart. Then he swirled the tip around her pussy hole, and her hips bucked, greedy to take it in. He chuckled at her body’s uncontrolled movement.

  As she looked up at him where he knelt between her spread thighs, her breath caught in her chest. He was beautiful, like a fallen angel with his hair aglow in the firelight and his dark eyes as fathomless as a bottomless well. But there was a glow about him that captivated her and made her realize that perhaps for the first time, she was seeing the real Cooper. The man carefully hidden behind the façade of a peer of the realm.

  He was breathtaking, and he was all hers.

  And then he was filling her with the pink-and-white stone. At first, it was simply a new sensation to add to all the others, but then as he withdrew it, the ridges in the sides stroked over that special spot inside her and she cried out with the intensity of her pleasure. “Oh, God!”

  But he pulled the shaft out of her body and returned to rubbing it over her swollen pussy lips and tender tissues. Then, with no warning, he shoved the dildo back inside her pussy. The sense of fullness between that and the plug swamped her senses and had her panting for air. And then he withdrew it again and hit that spot. She clamped down on the stone piece, reluctant to let it leave her body again. “Please, Cooper. Fuck me with it.”

  He groaned. “Mmmm… Such a filthy girl. Beg me, sweetheart. Beg me to ram the stone dildo into your pussy.”

  Oh, God, she wanted to say the words, but she couldn’t. She’d never said such dirty things, couldn’t bring herself to say it, despite how desperately she wished to.

  He waited a moment, but when she failed to speak, he withdrew the stone and returned to teasing her outer folds. But this time, he grazed her clit, sending bolts of pleasure through her stretched-out frame.

  A second graze of her sensitive clit set her to trembling uncontrollably. Need rolled through her like a wave rolling a boat in a vicious storm. Her arse clenched around the plug as her pussy clenched around nothing. And then he leaned over, and as he shoved the dildo inside her once more, he flicked her clit with his tongue.<
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  She balanced precariously on the edge of orgasm, her body aching with the need to release. The pain was exquisite, a lovely pressure that would give way to unbearable pleasure as soon as he allowed it. As soon as she said the filthy words.

  Clearly set on torturing her, he started pulsing the tip of the dildo in and out of her pussy, a shallow fucking that merely teased and tormented. Then he added the gentlest of tongue lashings against her clit, again barely enough pressure to feel the touch let alone take her over the edge. Need sliced through her sharp and desperate. “Pleeaassee!” she wailed. “Fuck me with the dildo. Ram it into my pussy and suck my clit. Make me come hard.”

  He growled, a low guttural sound that made her nipples pucker tighter. And then he shoved the dildo inside her, filling her as he sucked on her clit. He stroked once, twice, and she exploded. Screaming his name, she gripped the ties at her wrists and hung on as her body heaved, seeking more of the stone, more pleasure, simply more.

  Her eyes closed, and stars danced across the field of black as her body seemed to come apart from the quaking of her muscles as her pussy gripped the stone lodged deep within. He continued to lap at her clit, driving her through wave after wave of orgasm until the pleasure ebbed and focused on the gentle swipe of his tongue between her legs. Over. And over. And over again.

  She lay there, twitching and breathing, unable to do more than simply exist for the moment. But then his gentle swipes grew more determined, and soon he was pushing her back up the hill. She wanted to say no, but all she could manage was a soft whimper as he pulled the dildo out of her pussy and shoved his tongue inside her. He swirled it around and then returned to her clit. As her hips flexed a bit, her body seeking more of what he offered, he pushed the dildo back into her cunny. He kept it deep and fucked her with it, all the while working her clit with his tongue in long lapping strokes that made her toes curl and her breath hitch. Then he pushed the dildo inside her and left it there. Curious, yet unable to do more than accept his lusty torture, she gasped when he moved the plug in her arse.