Unexpected Pleasures Page 13

  That was what she wanted. She needed to be the one who drew a climax from him, while she remained in control. It was an insane desire, many might claim an unnatural one in a woman, but she pulled her head back and then returned to take more of his length. His hips began to thrust against her and she took more of his member. She fingered his sac, teasing the wrinkled skin as she felt his cock swelling harder against her tongue. She closed her lips around his girth, making them tight as he pulled out of her mouth.

  He trembled, and she didn’t wait for him to thrust back against her but wrapped her fingers around the base of his cock and pushed her mouth down to where her fingers held him.

  “Justina—”

  Her name was nothing but a ragged moan. He was fighting the urge to hold his seed back. She could feel it in the way his cock continued to harden, to the point that it seemed too rigid to not cause him pain. She worked her mouth back and forth in quick motions while his hand tightened on the back of her head. His hips drove toward her, moving faster and faster until he groaned. A warm burst of seed filled her mouth, followed by several more. Justina continued to move, drawing a strangled sound from Synclair as his member pumped out the last few spurts of his seed.

  She sat back on her knees, gently stroking his cock with her fingers. She kept her touch delicate because she knew his flesh was extremely sensitive now.

  Synclair suddenly cursed. It was a nasty grouping of words that drew a small giggle from her.

  “That wasn’t exactly the sort of comment I might hope for after frenching a man.”

  She rose to her feet and walked to the table to lift one of the goblets up to her lips. She was suddenly nervous, wondering what sort of treatment he might give her now that he had been pleasured. Most men lay down and slept, completely ignoring the woman who had pleasured them.

  The wine had cooled but it was not yet cold. Two hands cupped her shoulders and she felt him against her back.

  “Are you accustomed to being ignored after servicing a man on your knees?”

  He whispered the words but she felt them in her soul.

  “Yes.”

  One tortured word that represented years of frustration as she had tried to come to terms with the place her husband had told her was for women. It was the same thing that Biddeford forced her to submit to. She would please and expect to be left wanting.

  Synclair turned her, plucking the goblet from her fingers and setting it aside. His eyes were brilliant, shimmering with emotion that touched her heart.

  “Do not expect such from me.”

  There was a subtle warning in his voice that sent a shaft of tenderness through her. The word lover surfaced once more from her thoughts but she did not have time to dwell on it. Synclair plucked the pins from her hair until it fell down to cover her shoulders and back. She heard them hitting the tabletop in tiny tapping motions before he combed her freed locks with his fingers. The motion pulled the strands, just a small amount, and she tipped her head back, her eyes closing as sensation took control of her mind.

  “I do not know what to expect from you, beyond the fact that you are not like any other man I have ever known.”

  It was the most that she had ever shared of her tender feelings with any man. She opened her eyes and found him still watching her with those blue eyes that both unnerved her and soothed her. Tonight, they were full of promise.

  “That is something I have longed to hear from your lips, Justina. More than you could possibly know.”

  “Why?” The question crossed her lips before she thought about the wisdom in asking. She couldn’t be disappointed if she did not voice the question. Nervousness invaded her, making her feel vulnerable. She walked past him, keenly aware of the fact that she was still fully clothed while he was completely bare.

  “You mean because you think you bring me nothing?”

  She turned to peek at him over her shoulder. “Exactly.”

  His expression was hard and he shook his head. “I agree with you on one thing you said before, Justina.” His tone deepened. “That the poison that took your husband to hell took him there too gently for the sins he was guilty of.”

  He closed the space between them and pulled her against his body. “For he was a selfish bastard that your father should be whipped for wedding you to.”

  He pressed his lips down onto hers in a kiss that was full of the passion she heard in his voice. Justina reached for him, her hands tangling in his hair while his tongue swept over her lower lip. Sweet sensation shot down her frame. She trembled with growing anticipation and opened her mouth to allow him a deeper kiss. The bold thrust of his tongue made her gasp. The walls of her passage felt empty and in need of his hard flesh. She felt him working the laces along the back of her dress, letting out a frustrated sound when the ties knotted and refused to slide from their eyelets.

  Justina laughed and allowed him to turn her so that he might see the laces.

  “I am going to keep you in a chemise.”

  The bodice of her gown sagged down her front and she moved away from him, peeking back at him through the curtain of her unbound hair.

  “But I do not belong to you, Synclair. I am your lover and not bound to obey you.” She moved farther away and turned in a full circle so that her skirts flared up to give him a glimpse of her ankles and calves. “I believe I like being your lover very much.”

  He grinned, bright and menacing. “I plan to ensure that you cannot live without being my lover.”

  He took a step toward her and she shook her head. One of his eyebrows rose in question.

  “Stay there.”

  “Why?”

  Justina smiled and allowed the bodice of her gown to slip down her chest. His attention dropped to it instantly.

  “Because I am your lover and I may give you instructions, too.”

  He folded his arms over his chest, the action making his arms look thicker with muscle. “I await your command.”

  She was playing. Justina had to suppress the urge to giggle like a girl because it had been so long since she had simply given herself over to imagination. Of course, it was not quite the same as when she was a child, her gaze drifted over the man in front of her. His body amazed her; it was so different from her own and yet she craved to be in contact with it. The hard expanse of his chest was covered in light hair that her breasts longed to be pressed against.

  Her attention sank lower, until she was looking at his cock. It stood erect, the flesh still hard. He suddenly chuckled.

  “You seem to have become distracted, my lady, so perhaps I should take command.” He moved closer but stopped before reaching her. “Release the gown.”

  There was the ring of firm authority in his voice and she recalled it well from her time at Amber Hill. She had listened to him ordering the men to their posts and duties, but her cheeks turned scarlet in response to hearing him command her.

  “Do it now, Justina. Release that dress so that I might watch it fall to the floor.”

  She did so, and the bodice draped down to expose her long stays, but the skirts were still resting on her hooped slip. He frowned, clearly disappointed.

  “You seem rather ill-prepared to give commands in this subject.” Justina teased him gently.

  One of his light eyebrows rose. “I adapt quickly.”

  He reached out and gripped the waistband of her hoop slip between both of his hands. He snapped it quickly, and she felt the small button that held it closed pop off, the threads broken.

  “You mustn’t ruin my clothing. It costs a fortune to attend court.”

  Synclair wasn’t interested in her concern. His hands found the band of her hip roll and snapped it exactly as he had the slip. A moment later, it all slithered down her body to puddle around her legs. He reached forward and lifted her right out of the mess and carried her to the bed.

  “All the more reason for us to wed and retire to the country where you may wear more practical dresses that are easier for me to remove.”<
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  She reached up and sealed his lips with her fingers. He snorted at her and laid her down on the bed. The blankets had been pulled back to the foot, prepared for them. The bed ropes creaked as he joined her, hugging her tightly against him while he rolled over so that they were further into the huge bed.

  He stopped with her on top of him and her knees settled on the surface of the bed on either side of his hips. His cock was pressed against his belly and her slit, making her shiver. She drew in a stiff breath, her clitoris throbbing for attention.

  “I hear some men worry about women getting the notion that they might rise above their male counterparts in this life, but I must say, I see advantages.”

  He reached up and cupped her breasts, his thumbs teasing her hard nipples.

  “You are part boy.”

  He smiled at her, looking exactly like a boy plotting mischief.

  “And I enjoy sneaking treats between meals.”

  He sat up and rolled her onto her back. He did it so quickly she didn’t have time to react. In a moment, he had slid down her body and parted her thighs. He spread her wide, pushing her knees up to the level of her waist while hovering over her sex.

  “Ah, the sweetest flesh any man ever had the privilege to dine upon.”

  He separated her folds even further, and she felt the brush of the winter air against her clitoris. Only for a moment before he lowered his head and his tongue lapped through the center of her slit. She jerked and twisted, her body responding instantly. She heard his chuckle.

  “You did challenge me, Lady.” His eyes glittered with determination. “I do not lose challenges.”

  “I still broke your control.”

  His face tightened. “So you did, but let us see what I can entice from your sweet body.”

  Synclair did not tease her. He lowered his head and boldly sucked her clitoris. He closed his lips around the small button, pulling on it while his tongue flicked over it. His fingers drove into her passage, two thick ones penetrating her deeply. She gasped and bucked beneath him, her body held in the grip of a need so intense, she couldn’t draw breath. Her lungs were frozen while her body twisted beneath his lips. Her heart began thumping so hard, she heard nothing except for her own heartbeat.

  He removed his fingers and her hips lifted up, begging for more. When he granted that, she felt her body tumbling into a climax that she hadn’t anticipated. It consumed her, hitting her hard and shaking her with its force. Pleasure surged through her, leaving her twisting beneath him while she clawed at the sheet.

  “Now that was a very enjoyable victory. I shall have to make a habit of meeting you on the field regularly.”

  She growled at him, still struggling to draw enough breath into her lungs to supply her racing heart. All of her thoughts were in a jumble, her emotions mixed with them, making it impossible to sort them out.

  “That was unfair.” She sat up and sent her hand out to strike him.

  He snorted with amusement before catching her hand and pushing it to the opposite side of her body. Her arm was crossed over her chest, and he leaned down over her face, his eyes filled with satisfaction.

  “I never promised to be fair, Justina, only that I would prevail.”

  He slid his hand beneath her shoulder and flipped her over onto her belly. But he didn’t leave her there; he gripped her hips, lifting them and pulling her back so that her knees bent to raise her bottom into the air.

  “I told you that I would have you and I will.” His cock pressed against the opening of her sheath, the flared head stretching her body as it tunneled deeper inside her. The walls of her passage resisted slightly but her climax had left her wet, making it easy for him to thrust deep inside her.

  “And you will enjoy being had.”

  His hands gripped her hips while he snarled his last few words. She offered him only a half sound that was part moan and part whine. There were no more thoughts in her mind; there was nothing but his hard flesh filling her. It unleashed another round of need, but this time she needed his cock to feed it.

  “Yes! I want to enjoy it.”

  “Then you shall!”

  He held her hips in a grip that might have normally hurt her, but at the moment it felt perfect. His hips began to flex forward and back, driving his hard length deep inside her. Her clitoris was still sensitive from her climax and the position allowed it only the lightest of touches. That was the only part of their bedding that was delicate. Synclair rode her hard, penetrating her passage with quick thrusts that did not slow down. The bed rocked and the canopy swayed but she didn’t care, she pushed her hands against the sheet and braced herself for his pace, enjoying the slap of his body against her own.

  She felt his cock hardening, the head swelling once again.

  “Yes.”

  “No!” He suddenly pulled out of her and turned her onto her back. His hands captured her wrists, pinning them to the surface of the bed above her head.

  “You will climax with me this time.”

  He slid back into her and their new position allowed his cock to slide across her clitoris completely. She whimpered, needing to release the tension building up inside her.

  “And you will take my seed.”

  He growled and she opened her eyes to see a muscle on the side of his jaw twitching. His eyes glowed with need so intense, she became hypnotized by it. Drawn toward it just like the only light in a dark forest. Her body moved with his, arching up to take each thrust, and a moment later pleasure burst deep inside her belly. She had felt it before but this was harder, and she released a sob with the intensity of it. Every one of her muscles strained up toward her partner, and she heard him groan as his seed began to flood her. He pressed deep, lodging his length tight inside her while their cries mingled and she lost the ability to tell whose was whose. In that moment they were one, joined so completely, there was no possibility of separation.

  “Oh Christ, I cannot breathe!”

  She struggled against him, her heart racing so fast she felt it might burst. Her wrists were suddenly free, and he lifted his chest away from hers, but remained deep inside her while they both struggled to regain enough breath.

  Justina was too hot, her skin covered in perspiration. She wiggled away from her lover, and he rolled onto his back, jolting the bed yet again when he allowed his weight to drop on it. But he reached for her hand, locking his fingers around her wrist while they both panted. Delight was still rippling through her, carrying away every concern. Her eyelids closed, and she sighed as her heart regained a normal rhythm. She felt the winter chill again but Synclair pulled the covers up to shield her from it. Once the thick blankets were over her body, she felt him curl along her back, his arms embracing her while his legs tangled with her.

  Tenderness filled the spot where yearning had been. His member was spent against her bottom and yet he clung to her. She tried to savor the moment but slumber took her away before she had much of a chance to.

  Lovers truly were worth risking everything for.

  Justina smiled as she awoke. She had not slept so deeply nor so soundly in too many nights to count. She nuzzled against the bedding, convinced that it was by far finer than any she had ever laid upon before. Her mind began to form thoughts again, in spite of how comfortable she was.

  Synclair was curled around her, his breathing even and deep. The chamber was dark, but the sort of darkness that hinted at dawn approaching. The bed curtains were not drawn and the fire had died down to nothing but ash. The candles were no longer burning either, but her gown was still crumpled on the floor where it had dropped.

  She sighed, a silent little lament for the fact that time waited for no one. She moved slowly, drawing her feet away from Synclair’s and freezing to make sure he continued to sleep. She turned her head and listened to his breathing; it was still slow and even, so she moved further away from him, making sure that the bedding was tucked against him so that the cold winter air didn’t rouse him.

  “Do
you truly believe you can find your way back to the palace in the dark?”

  Justina jumped, turning over to face Synclair like a child caught stealing a tart from the kitchen between meals. His eyes were focused and clear, no hint of sleep clouding them.

  “I must return to Whitehall, you know that.”

  His expression betrayed none of his thoughts, even his eyes narrowed.

  “I do not wish to fight about it, please understand.”

  He inclined his head. “I understand why you think you must return, but I disagree with you, Lady.”

  Tears burned her eyes because she did not want to leave him and there seemed to be no way to avoid it.

  “I’m sorry, Synclair, but I will not abandon my son to Biddeford’s whims.”

  “Even when he sets you to prostitution?”

  She stiffened. “Better I suffer than my son.”

  Synclair let out a disgusted sound. “I agree that your child would come to no good in the hands of your guardian.”

  Justina should have been relieved to hear him agree with her but instead pain filled her chest because she knew without a doubt that they were destined to part. Sorrow carved a deep path down the center of her chest. “I am sorry, Synclair, but at least you understand why I must go.”

  She offered him a last look that was full of longing before she gathered her courage and slid out of the bedding. Her feet touched the floor and she stood up, intent on hurrying to her clothing. Something jerked her wrist when she gained three paces from the bed. She heard the metallic sound of links hitting one another before she turned to look at the chain that bound her to the bed. A small manacle was locked around her left wrist and a length of chain ran from it to the bedpost.

  “I am sorry, too, Justina, but I have no intention of allowing you to return to that bastard.”

  Her mind was in shock, her gaze locked on the chain and what it meant. Justina pulled on it, certain she had to be somehow imagining the moment, but the chain held and the manacle bruised her wrist. “This is barbaric. Release me at once!”

  Synclair sat up and swung his legs over the opposite side of the bed, giving her his back. In spite of seeing that the chain was solid, she couldn’t help jerking against it another time.