She wanted to peep up at him so much, but she couldn’t. She watched. She watched and it hurt, it hurt how good it felt to be denied. She didn’t know what to think - she had never felt something as intense as this pleasure, so intense it felt like she might just pass out from the sensation surging in her veins. He stroked harder, and faster, and now she breathed so hard the moans couldn’t be contained inside of her quaking breast.
“Not yet,” he insisted; she arched out to try to taste him, and he held her firm, fingers twining between her fiery, damp locks. She whimpered. “Not yet,” he growled again, teasing her; his hot, sweltering tip pressed against her lips and she tried to taste it, but he punished her with a gentle squeeze of her locks. “Behave,” he demanded, “or else I’ll punish you more... you’ll have to watch... is that what you want? Only to watch?” Like an obedient young servant she violently shook her head, feeling so overwhelmed with hot sensation that her breath quivered out a string of unintelligible, whispery sounds. “Tell me, now,” he said, “my pet - you can speak. But only if you tell me what you want.”
“I want y-you,” the sound erupted from her lungs, having been built for so long in her quaking chest. “I want you,” she reaffirmed.
“What do you want?” he demanded, squeezing her hair.
“I want to feel you inside of me again, please, I need it,” she said, craving so badly to feel him; he teased her lips again with his swaying shaft, reddened and bulging beneath his stroking, strong fingers.
“What do you want to feel?” he demanded explicitly, and the dirtier she talked he dirtier she felt. So dirty, but so damn enticed, like nothing she’d felt before.
“Now, I want you to enter me and to pump me full of you, please, master, I’m begging,” she quaked, her words barely even understandable as each broke apart beneath the full, flowing force of a moan.
“Don’t you dare move,” he threatened, stroking her chin; he pumped his length in front of her, before moving to her rear, squeezing it; he gripped what she made out as a riding crop, spanking her again in a hot, punishing flurry. Each one forced her rear up, higher, and higher, until her backside perked high into the air. He teased her sensitive, pillowy femme folds with his hard length, taunting her with the reddened and shuddering tip, slipping it in just an inch. That was enough for her to scream out in intense, gripping pleasure.
“Don’t,” he teased again. “And you don’t you think about climaxing, not without my permission...” with that she felt her folds erupt in pleasure as he entered her hard and fast, stretching her tight, young folds like she had never known before. She fought hard as started to fill her dirty body with all those perfect thoughts, throwing away the chains of burden and anxiety and vulnerability that had plagued them. She bites her lip, feeling the sensation welling up inside of her. Finally, she could feel him harden stiff inside of her tight depths, and she bit her lip, closed her eyes, her leg trembling; her heart throbbing.
“Now! Obey your master,” he exhaled sharply as he came to his explosive peak inside of her, filling her over and over again with wave after hot, steamy wave of his masculine, milky release. She came with him, reaching her heavenly apex as the otherworldly, amazing sensations rocketed along every nerve and fiber of her being. They rode their illustrious orgasms out together, him deep inside of her and her quaking against him, doing just what her master told her to.
When those perfect sensations finally passed, they laid together, squeezing one another tight; listening to one another breathe. Their lips met in soft, sweet kisses; the storm began to subside, and they protected one another from the windows’ cool breezes by squeezing, kissing; gently massaging each others’ bodies.
“I do love you, Audrey, and I have to have you. For good,” he whispered into her ear as they held each other close.
“I love you, too. I wasn’t sure, but... I know it now. No matter what... I love you,” she quaked out those forbidden words, feeling so good at the hesitant admission. “But... what can we do? About the duchess? Ana, she knows...”
“Why do we need to worry?” he asked nonchalantly. “I’m Lord Bryce Parris, remember?” she blinked.
“I... I know you are, but...”
“Just let me handle it. Okay?” he smirked.
She trusted him.
Chapter 11
Bang bang bang bang bang!
A torrent of loud banging startled Audrey awake f
rom a heavenly sleep. She slowly came to her senses, realizing that the day before hadn’t simply been a tawdry, runaway dream. She laid naked, swaddled in the soft silk sheets of her master, the Lord Parris - in his bedchambers, beneath a gossamer canopy, as birds chirped and sunlight streamed through the open windows, the comforting scent of morning dew and fresh grass wafting through the windows. As the clouds of sleep cleared from her eyes she yawned, glancing curiously across the room at the door. Throwing his silken robe over his chiseled body, Lord Parris glanced back at the bed, smiling warmly at his now-risen lover.
“She certainly can’t make an entrance without waking the entire estate,” he sighed. A little twinge of fear filled Audrey’s heart, and concern vexed her expression.
“Who’s there? What... what happened?” she murmured, trying to keep her voice quiet over the banging racket outside the bedchamber.
“Who did you think?” he smirked devilishly. “Time to face all your fears, my darling,” he commented in a playful sing-song. Audrey’s heart raced - she had guessed it was the duchess, but she couldn’t quite comprehend how the duke felt so nonchalant about the situation.
“M... m’lord,” she murmured.
“Bryce,” he coyly reminded her.
“B... Bryce, I’m not sure— you don’t seem worried at all.”
“Why would I be?” he asked playfully. Audrey blinked, pulling the sheets up around herself and standing up from the bed, letting them hand down her like an elegant silk dress.
“B... because, this could... this could cause so much scandal—”
“When have I been one to shy away from scandal?” Bryce grinned and winked at his blushing lover as she skittered towards the door. “I court scandal almost as aggressively as I’ve courted you, Ms. Audrey Fisher.”