The comment only served to arouse her even more, and the hard rod of his erection pressed against her bottom played its own part in making her want fulfillment. Maisie battled him, incensed that he had such a hold on her, in every way.
Then he planted one large hand over her exposed mound, cupping it tightly in his palm. For a moment she fell completely still, distracted by the rush of sensation there at the seat of her pleasure, where he squeezed and manipulated her without mercy. His other hand closed over her bodice at her breastbone, holding her steady against him while she wriggled in his lap.
“Yes, rub yourself against my hand, enjoy it,” he whispered, his tone heavy with humor and lust.
“No!” But Maisie was already rubbing herself against him, her hips rocking to and fro, her body responding of its own accord.
“What is it that you need?”
Shuddering, she moaned uncontrollably when he held her nether lips apart with his fingers and rubbed her.
“This?”
Awash with humiliation at her predicament, but desperate for relief, she nodded.
“Good girl.”
Between his words and actions, her body ached to be filled, to be taken roughly and ridden until they were both overcome with a hearty release. But she wouldn’t admit that.
“Oh, yes, I’ll have you after I feel you spill into my hand.” His voice was husky, indicating how aroused he was, how ready for her.
Anticipation coiled deep within her.
He stroked her more rapidly, until she was breathless and panting, almost to the point of pain in her tender, swollen nub, but still she met each touch, moving on instinct, seeking release.
He lifted his hand and licked his thumb, and when he returned it to her and thrummed her flesh once again, her body swayed in his grip. Feverish and restless, she moaned aloud. On he went, until her back arched and she cried aloud, her sudden spending making her hot and restless from the top of her head to her toes.
“You’re a lusty wench.”
A more powerful one, too, she thought to herself, feeling her magic building inside her, a reserve that was being constantly stoked by his attentions. Everything she had been given to read on the subject was true. Her craft was invigorated by this. Just as two sticks rubbed together could create fire, the passion of lovers brought potency to her magic.
Before she could even catch her breath he rolled her onto her side, then placed his hand beneath her left knee and drew it up toward her chest, holding it there. Within the confines of her corset and bodice, her chest swelled. Her position meant that the base of her corset massaged her lower belly, and her sensitive inner flesh throbbed wildly.
She wouldn’t have thought it possible for him to take her while he had her that way, but he knelt over her, one knee on either side of her prone leg. Shocked that he had her so thoroughly pinioned in that position, she could only brace herself for what was to come.
Then she felt the head of his cock at her entrance.
When he entered, it was at an angle that made the experience even more intense than on previous occasions, for his erection moved up along a particularly sensitive area as he fed her his length.
“Oh, Roderick, I might faint.”
“I will see to it that you won’t, by holding your attention.” Gruff and mocking, his tone assured her he meant to push her to her limits.
Glancing back over her shoulder, she watched his face as he eased his way in, his jaw tight, his eyes focused, his chest rising and falling. Copious juices dampened her thighs, and it was a mercy, for the girth of his manhood alone made her feel weak, as if with a fever. She panted for air, her skin misting with damp heat. As the walls of her channel were stretched apart, her head dropped to the bed.
He pushed inexorably on.
She mewed aloud when the head of his cock pressed against her deepest point, the sheer pressure of his erection there making her dizzy. Then he began to pump back and forth, and she could not withhold her vocal appreciation.
“You see, you are too busy enjoying yourself to faint,” he taunted, in between thrusts. “Admit it,” he urged, “you enjoy the tussle.”
“I will admit you’re a clever lover,” she managed to respond, her voice wavering as she received his rapid thrusts.
“That is good enough for me.” His grip on her was unforgiving, as if he had his own war to win, and she couldn’t have moved even if she wanted to.
Maisie was helpless beneath him, her entire nether region aflame as he rode her relentlessly, churning into her over and over until she spilled again, crying out as she did so.
“Ah, your grip on me is too good.” He paused and stroked her hair back from her face with one hand before he changed his pace, moving in more shallow thrusts.