Masked Innocence

A wallflower with the potential to flee if not handled properly.

What he needed beyond reason was an unhindered view of her face, but events at Halcyon House were met with strict rules requiring Sebastian get explicitpermission.  “The mask.  Shall we take it off?”

“I’m willing to indulge in a lot of things this evening, but sacrificing anonymity is not one of them.”  The adamancy, the fire blazing in those hazel eyes, demanded his acceptance.  The only women who hid were those keeping secrets, and the intrigue of hers was too much to ignore.  “The ramifications of my being here far surpass yours, so you’ll forgive my lack of eagerness to satisfy your curiosity.”

Bone deep need to unveil her secrets combated warning bells sounding at her dire admission.  There were scant few who would attend that gathering while fretting a ruined reputation.  A rational man would hesitate at the very least, consider the meaning of those ramifications, but rationality stood no chance against the siren before him.

Offering herself to a man so impatient to have her had his cock throbbing more painfully with each passing moment.  Luring him to a death he’d welcome gladly so long as he’d satisfied them both before it came.

Delicately, he released the strings of the corset, each moment taken with absolute care, until it was just another bit of fabric at her magnificent feet. It would take longer than one night to worship the goddess he’d pulled from the stars.

He raked his gaze from the crown of her blonde curls to the tips of her bare toes as he made a slow circle, and when he caught the inquisitive look in her expressive eyes, he nearly lost control.  Curious, yet timid as a dove. Creamy and statuesque, as if carved from marble by the most skilled craftsmen, and unveiled before him.

Onlyhim.

Every drop of blood in his veins pumped to his cock, as he absorbed each tantalizing bit of her flesh. Timid. Curious. Bold. There was so much of her for him to digest as she met his stare, taking meager attempts to shield her nakedness. One arm crossed over her breasts as the other shielded her cunt, her breaths coming quicker, fueling the lust raging through his body.

There was little he could do against it. “You are, without a doubt, the most delectable creature I will ever have the pleasure of plunging headfirst into.”

The anxious glint in her eyes lured his lust closer to the surface, and it seeped from every pore like an aphrodisiac. “My Lord, I really must confess something.”

He touched his finger to her lips to quiet her words. “There are no titles in this room, little flower. Take a breath, and rest assured every desire will be fulfilled tonight.”

“How could you possibly know what my desires are?” She ran cautious fingers along his arm, sending shivers of anticipation through every nerve ending as she abandoned modesty for curiosity. “We don’t even know one another.”

“I don’t need to know who you are to know what pleases a woman as delicate as you.” He motioned his chin over her shoulder and crept in closer, until her taut nipples brushed against his chest. “Get on the bed.”

Each hesitant backward step toward the mattress was met with a sure footed one of his own, until the four posters, with their draping burgundy brocade canopy, became an arching backdrop to her defilement.  With each step, she took in a dragging breath. The sight of her bared breasts, tipped with peony pink, leaving him starved for air.

He reached for the lengths of rope on the nightstand, grateful for Tristan’s unfailing attention to detail.  When her legs hit the bed, she pushed herself back, each one taking its turn to tempt him as she crept farther from his grasp.  Frightened anticipation dripped from her as she pressed her thighs tightly together, eyes fixed on the fibrous braid.

Every movement, every delicate line of her body, called to him as she settled in the middle of the bed, resting on her arms, and locking her hazel eyes with his.  A dare for him to abandon reason and forsake leisurely exploration.  “Grip your ankles.”

The obedient little thing did exactly as she was told, each of her shuddered breaths betraying the lust coursing through her own veins.

Despite her apprehension, she boldly offered herself completely for his pleasure, and his heart pulsed in his throat. It’d been months since he last indulged in a woman, and breaking his celibacy with such a sweet blossom was far more than he deserved.

Slowly, so temptingly, she traced her fingers lightly down her thighs.  Over the sweet arches of her knees.  Caressed her calves.  All in a torturous display of obedience, and he felt her flesh as surely as it’d been his own fingers trailing that path.

He bound her wrists to her ankles, exposing all of her, allowing him unhindered access to her most delectable parts.  Like a beacon in a storm, that most sacred place between her legs beckoned him, arousal glistening in the dim light and inviting him to have a taste.

“Wet and wanting.”  He flicked his eyes up to hers, a half smile crossing his lips as he forced the last of his restraint.  “Absolute perfection.”

Her brow furrowed slightly, but she didn’t say a word or shift away.  Rather, she met his gaze as more gooseflesh broke out over her skin.  The room was cool, the fire no match for the brutally cold winter.  But even the frost coating the windows did nothing to calm his randy cock in its bid to burst free of its buckskin restraint.

With care, he accepted the welcoming call of the delicate petal settled upon a featherbed and stalked the primal space between each bound ankle. First, one knee, his knuckles, their eyes never wavering until he pressed his lips to her inner thigh and took a slow, deliberate breath.

A sharp gasp crossed her lips, and he gripped around her thigh, kissing the opposite and drawing a low moan as she arched into the bed.  The shakiness in her breaths as she shifted restlessly encouraged him to taste her.  Bring her off in a way she’d not soon forget.

He slipped his fingers between her folds, gently parting and baring every last spot to his ravenous gaze.  The first time he ran his finger over her, she jerked against the ropes binding her as a gasped cry escaped her lips.  Her hips arched off the bed, feeding his need for her complete submission and release.

“Bound.  Naked.  Desperate.”  He let out a moan, and a whimper crossed her lips as he gave in to temptation, running his tongue over dewy flesh.  Each frustrated tug at her restraints, the accompanying cry, resonated through him.  A firm grip on her hips kept her close to him, exactly where he’d provide the sweetest torment, until he was ready to allow her release.

With each swipe of his tongue, she struggled harder, to get away or draw closer, and the thrill of the fight fed them both.  A tormented moan crossed her lips, and he chuckled against her skin, placing a soft kiss to each inner thigh.  “Could you be more exquisite?”

A savory sweetness sat on the tip of his tongue, and her musky arousal urged him to steal every drop of her essence as a reward for his valiant efforts to stay his cock.  Never had he indulged in anything so wickedly delectable, and it drove a need to mark her as indelibly as she’d marked him.

With each moan, she pressed harder against his tongue, pleaded for rapture, and each time he thought her on the brink, he backed off.  Slipping his overeager tongue over less intensely affected regions of her cunt, reveling in her cries of anguish each time.

“You’re teasing me.” Her toes curled into the mattress, fingertips frantically seeking purchase, but with no give to her bonds every effort was futile.

“You tease me with every graceful quiver of your thighs and mewling cry for release.” His cock strained against his breeches, demanding freedom and satisfaction, but he had so much more to show the lotus blossom before he claimed her for his own. “Teasing leads to the greatest ecstasy.”

He kissed the soft, wet flesh between her thighs, and smiled when her brows stitched together over her nose, her fight against the restraints growing more frenzied.

With so much more pleasure to be had, it would be a shame if the flower bloomed before she was ready.