A Riding Crop for Two (10 page)

Gideon, always so
profane.
His words
sparked the flame inside her, and she sank her mouth over him, nearly taking
him all. His cock hit the back of the throat.

Gideon grabbed a fistful
of her hair, and he guided her to a faster pace. His hips rose off the bed with
each bob of her head.

“Jesus, I’m close...”

He cried out, and she
felt the hot jets of his semen slide down her throat. Oh, she liked this far
more than she thought she would. She swallowed, and when Gideon finished
shuddering and groaning, she sat up and watched his continued climax roll over
his stunning body.

“That was quite the
orgasm, as you call it.”

“God, it was beyond.
Never have I...”

He stopped speaking.

“Gideon, it is all
right. You have a past. I am sure many have done this to you. I am not upset.”

He shook his head
vigorously. “It was never like this. Believe me. Having the woman you love
take
your cock in her mouth—I have no words.”

She leaned in and kissed
him, sharing his taste. He groaned again.

“Make love to me,
Gideon. I want to feel you come inside me. Make me yours in every way.”

Gideon pulled her next
to him so they were both lying on their sides. She curled in next to his
warmth. His hand stroked her leg, and he rested it on his thigh, opening her
wide. His prick brushed by her folds. He was hard—again.
Incredible
and entirely wonderful.

He teased her, rubbing
her swollen nub with the tip of him, and his hands caressed her skin, lifting
her breasts and pinching her nipples. The slight pain felt sweet and luscious.
He whispered in her ear of everything he wanted to do to her.

He mentioned the
champagne again. “On our honeymoon, my love, I will toast you as you have never
been before. I will drink and lick you until you beg me to stop or to continue.
I have a few sex playthings we can use and experiment with.” His fingers
brushed by her anus. “I have a wooden egg that fits in here.” He massaged her
puckered hole, and she moaned.
“Or a long, polished wooden
device resembling an erect cock in length.
It can fit in either orifice.
So much to explore.
Together.”

He thrust into her
quim
with a slick glide and pumped her slow and deep. “I
will do anything and everything you wish. I am yours. I know deep down, your
passion matches mine.”

“Yes. Yes, Gideon.”

He continued the steady plunge,
rotating his hips. He reached between her legs and fingered her clit. “Anytime
you wish to birch me, tie me to the bed, blindfold me, or gag me, you only have
to ask.
Anything,
Liv
.
As long as I can do the same to you.
Share everything. Hold
nothing back.” He moved quicker; they both were panting.

Olivia screamed. Her
climax nearly tore her in two.
His erotic words.
His
touch, the feel of him filling and stretching her. Tears poured down her cheeks
from the sensations and emotions overwhelming her. Gideon growled, and his hot
cum splashed her deep. She reached back and grabbed his hip, pulling him in
tighter, and rode the wave of his climax.

His arms encircled her.
“I love you,
Liv
.”

She fell asleep in his
embrace.

Chapter Ten

“
Your
Lordship!”

A rapid pounding at the
door roused Olivia from a deep and satisfying sleep. Her naked body was wrapped
around Gideon. He lifted his head from the pillow.

“What is it, Hobson?”

“You said to wake you at
eight o’clock, My Lord. It is that time, now. The staff needs to finish the
packing of your trunks,” Hobson stated through the closed door.

Gideon threw back the
sheet that barely covered their nakedness. He stood, and Olivia marveled again
at the physical splendor of the man. May she never tire of her
admiration.
He ran his hands through his hair and stepped on
the tray lying on the floor. He cursed as empty plates and stripped chicken
bones skittered across the carpet.

Olivia giggled. During
their bouts of lovemaking, they managed to eat the food left on the tray
outside their door at various times throughout the night.

“Very well, Hobson. Give
us thirty minutes and return.”

Hobson murmured an
affirmative and moved off. Gideon turned to face her.

“As tempted as I am to
fall on you as a ravening beast, it is time for us to prepare for our
departure.
Rise and shine, my love.”

“This is really
happening? We are to be married?”

Gideon leaned in toward
her, his fists on either side of her on the bed.

“Most definitely.
You are mine, I am yours.
Friends,
lovers and partners.
All of it.
As I promised.”
He kissed her thoroughly. Both of them
started to moan. He pulled back. He motioned to his cock, which had begun to
thicken. “You see? Just one taste of your lips and I want you.”

He grasped her hand and
pulled her from the warmth of the bed.

“Come, I will help you
dress. Later tonight we will have time for a leisurely bath. For now, it is
more important we are underway.”

Barely fifteen minutes
had passed when frantic knocking on the bedroom door halted them in their preparations.

“My Lord, forgive me for
disturbing you, but His Grace, your father, has arrived and is awaiting your
immediate presence in the drawing room.”

Olivia cast a glance to
Gideon. He stiffened. She watched as his cold, indifferent mask slowly slipped down
over his features. A chilly wave curled about her heart. How quickly he changed
just at the mere mention of his father.

“Not a sound,
Liv
. Stay here and stay quiet until I can be rid of him,
understand?”

His words were given in
a commanding, rigid tone. Lord Craven had returned.

She whispered, “Yes.”

Gideon slipped on his
coat and strode from the room. She heard his boots thumping down the stairs and
the door slamming shut in the drawing room. Olivia, still in her dressing gown,
quietly moved into the hall and walked to the head of the stairs. She moved
down a few, but froze when she heard the drawing room door open again.

“You are to wait
outside, Williams, with the carriage. I should not be long. Understand?”

“Aye,
Your
Grace. I’ll await your further orders.”

Oh, God. That voice.
There was no mistaking the gravely, rough tones.
Yellow Teeth.
So he was the
duke’s man. Gideon’s father
was
behind her abduction. On the tips of her bare toes, she slowly made her way
back to the bedroom. Her hands shook in fear and apprehension. If the duke knew
she was here—

She closed the door.

****

Gideon steeled himself
for the confrontation ahead. What in the fuck was his father doing in
London
? He never came to
town this time of year. He usually spent the autumn at the country estate where
he could kill animals and act the imperious duke until after the Christmas
season.

Stay calm. Cool, collected.
Just as
he taught you.

“Rather early for making
a call, Father. Should I ring for coffee or tea?”

The duke waved him off.
“This is not a social visit. I came down yesterday afternoon and am staying at
the ducal townhouse.”

“Shall we sit?”

The duke pulled out
official-looking papers. “No, I am not staying. I had this agreement drawn up.
You left two days ago, and we had not decided on an outcome. I have taken the
liberty of choosing a name from the list of eligible ladies. Lady Catherine
Longbourn
, daughter of the Marquis of Chatham, will fill
the bill. She is nineteen years of age, and her papa was most eager to see an
alliance between our two families. I met with him yesterday afternoon after I
arrived and agreed on terms.”

Gideon bit back a snarl
of anger. Damn his interfering, high-handed father. He must have caught the
next train after his own.
Blasted bastard.
Gideon
exhaled, willing himself to stay impassive in look and tone.

“Seems to be
quite the stack of papers for a simple betrothal agreement.”

“This is much more than
a betrothal agreement. This is your future. My solicitor set this up to my
specific instructions. On the day of your marriage, after the vows have been
uttered and the damned certificate signed, you will receive twenty-five
thousand pounds. On the birth of your son, you will receive another twenty-five
thousand. When these conditions have been met, I will make you my sole heir.
All money, properties and the titles.
The time for your
debauched adventures must come to an end, at least until these conditions have
been met. What you do with your life after that is none of my concern. Fuck the
whole of
London
,
I do not care. But these conditions will be met.”

His father waved the
folded papers, punching the air with each sentence he spoke.

“I almost am loath to
ask, what is in those precious documents concerning my future if I do not do as
you command?” Gideon crossed his arms defiantly.

“Ah. First, I will cut
you off without a shilling. Your generous allowance will cease. The accounts
closed. You will be evicted from this townhouse and will not be granted entry
at any of the other estates and properties. I will publicly disown and
disinherit you. All monies and property not entailed will be left to more
deserving family members. As for the inherited title of Duke of
Whitstone
, I will see you sent to the furthest reaches of
the world and tell all and sundry after an appropriate amount of time that you
had died. To me, you will be deceased. If you dare to set foot on English soil
again, I will see you dead for real. I should inform you the
Whitstone
legacy is worth hundreds of thousands of pounds.
You would be cutting yourself off from one of the richest peerages in the
realm. It will be as if you never existed. Think on that.”

Jesus Christ.
He had no idea his family was worth that much.

“I never did exist in
your eyes anyway. What is the difference?” His father did not acknowledge his
statement, so he continued, “Why not marry the young chit yourself and start a
new family? Get a few heirs off her fresh, untouched
cunny
?
You are not quite fifty years of age, and you seem in fine fettle.
Still able to get hard, Father?
Do the deed yourself, by all
means.” Gideon laughed cruelly.

“Devious. Do not think I
will put that exact plan in action should I need to. By the by, where is your
whore? Warming your bed, perhaps?” The duke sneered.

Gideon clasped his hands
behind his back to hide the fists they had formed. He so dearly wished to
pummel his father into a mass of bloody flesh and feed the remains to starving
wolves.

“The whore was not here
when I returned. I have no idea where she escaped to.”

“Perhaps she crawled
back to whatever filthy brothel you found her in. If how she performs pleases
you, set her up as your mistress.” He waved the papers under Gideon’s nose.
“But only after the conditions have been met.
As I said, I
care not who or what you fuck. But see to your duty first.”

Gideon snatched the
papers from his father’s hand. “Leave this with me. I sign nothing until I have
read it over thoroughly. I need time to reflect on this life-changing
decision.”

His father reached for
his hat on the nearby table and placed it on his head. Leaning down, he
clutched his gloves and tucked his walking stick under his arm.

“Very well.
I will return tomorrow morning. You will give me your
answer then.”

“One thing,
Father.
I saw your man
in the hall when I came downstairs. Take the brute with you. You will not leave
him loitering about my property while I mull over this agreement. Understand?”

The duke pulled on his
leather gloves.
“Clearly.
Until
tomorrow, then.”

“Hobson!”
Gideon yelled.

The butler entered the
room and bowed.

“See my father out. And
ensure both him and his man leave immediately.”

The duke touched the
brim of his beaver hat, a sly, sardonic smile curled about his thin lips. With
a flick of his long cape, he was gone from the room.

Gideon sunk into the
nearby leather chair. Blast it all.
Fuck.

****