As You Wish (12 page)

“Please what?” he whispered. “Please stop? I can stop.” He removed his hands.

She lurched forward. “No, don’t stop. Please, Master, don’t stop.”

“Don’t stop what?”

“Don’t stop touching me.” She sobbed.

“Where?” he prodded.

She pressed her cheek against his chest, listening to the rapid beat of his heart. “Please touch my breasts.”

He slid his hands down her shoulders, pushing her back until she wavered upright again. He cupped her breasts, his thumbs tracing lazy circles around her areolae. Her body tightened, and for a humiliating moment, she thought she might climax from him touching her breasts. “What else do you want me to do to you, Princess?” His left hand drifted lower, dragging the suede across her bare and scorching flesh. “You have to tell me.”

“Kiss…” She couldn’t catch her breath. Her body felt consumed in a flame.

“Kiss what?”

“Kiss my breasts.”

He leaned down, smiling. His lips brushed against the slope of her breast. Then he sat back. “Is that what you wanted, Princess?”

“No,” she wailed.

“Then you’re going to tell me exactly what you want.”

“I want…I want you to kiss and lick my nipples.”

“Good girl,” he murmured, pulling her onto his knee. He drew one breast to his mouth, covering her nipple with his lips and sweeping his tongue against her.

“Oh yes. Thank you. Thank you.” Her desire lapped at the edge of climax, leaving her in a delighted limbo. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders, pulling him tight. “Suck. Please, suck.”

He began sucking her ripe flesh with the same primitive rhythm he’d used on her tongue. Sensation whirled within her as his lips and tongue held her at a plateau of pleasure. She moaned with disappointment when he moved to the other breast. With his gloved hand he covered her neglected breast. The rough suede rubbed her tender, swollen flesh as his soft mouth tormented the other side. Her legs pressed on his hot groin, making him groan. The sound reverberated through her chest, tingling up and down her spine followed by a thrill. He was pleased with her again. Pressing her cheek against the top of his head, she twined her fingers through his hair.

“What do you want me to do, Princess?” he murmured against her skin.

“Don’t stop. Please, don’t stop.”

“You’ve had enough.”

She moaned her protest as he guided her off his knee to kneel on the pillow again. He stroked her shoulders, searching her face. If he asked if she was all right now, she would have to say no. Her breasts felt the loss of his touch as keenly as a scalpel edge. The memory of his gloved hands mocked the rawness of her desire. The throb between her legs demanded attention, which she doubted she could describe to his satisfaction.

She stared at his face as he watched her. The candlelight brought out the sharp angles of his features while deepening the darkness of his eyes. He licked his lips. She found herself mimicking the motion.

“What do you want me to do, Princess?”

His voice held a trace of menace, as if he was barely holding himself in check. He’d said he had been afraid he would lose control and hurt her. Would he lose control now? Would her hesitation drive him past all endurance? The flame in her belly licked higher at that thought. Behind the locked gates of the estate and the locked door of the walled garden, this man could do anything he wanted, could make her do anything he wanted.

“Come on now, Princess. You don’t want me to get bored waiting, do you?” he asked as if guessing her thoughts. He stroked his hand down the outside of her thigh. “I know what you want. I see the heat steaming off your luscious body.” He moved his finger to the inside of her thigh. “I could take off my gloves and feel how much you want me. But those pretty patrician lips won’t say the words, even though you’re on your knees for me.”

“Please,” she moaned.

He smiled. “I could also get bored and leave you like this.”

“No,” Patricia wailed. Her mind tipped and swayed like she was on a storm-tossed ship.

He leaned close enough to kiss. His breath touched her cheek. “Tell me what you want. I want to see that pretty mouth of yours begging me to touch you and kiss you.”

“Kiss me,” she parroted back.

He sat back, leaning on his hands braced behind him on the bench. “We’ve already been there. What do you want me to do?”

“I want you—” Her chest constricted, cutting off her words. The cool air made her skin seethe and tingle. “I want you to kiss me.”

“Where?” he asked.

Patricia sobbed. Shame flooded her, seeking to drown the insatiable hunger between her legs. If she didn’t say it, he wouldn’t do it. If he didn’t do it, she would go mad. “Between my legs.”

“Where?” he asked again.

“My…my clitoris.”

“We both know the technical term, Princess.” He reached forward to cup her jaw, tracing his thumb under her lower lip. The scratch of suede awoke the dull ache he’d caused when he kissed her. The sensation coursed through her. He smiled at her shudder. “I want to hear the dirty word.”

Patricia whimpered. Her teeth ground together. Humiliation snapped at her. She knew what he wanted. The word rang in her mind, but she couldn’t force her mouth to form it. She leaned forward, pressing her face against his jeans. His hard length strained against the material, moving against her lips, the denim dry on her tongue.

He groaned, sliding his hand around the back of her neck, tightening briefly before slipping down her bare back. When he spoke, his voice was thick with need. “Now, Princess, why can you do something dirty like that, but you can’t say something dirty?” He sat up, pushing her back and forcing her to meet his gaze again. “Say it, Princess. Where do you want me to kiss you?”

“My pussy,” she whispered.

He shuddered. “Go lay down on the bed with your arms over your head.”

She obeyed. As she stretched out on the soft blanket, her pulse throbbed in every part of her body. Reaching to the edge of the mattress, she clutched it. He stood at the end of the bed, fully dressed and wearing the gloves. Her gaze was drawn to the gloves. Would he use them on her tender, oversensitive core? How would it feel? She closed her eyes, allowing the shivers of anticipation to run free.

The mattress shifted as he knelt over her. His lips touched hers. He worked down her throat, inflaming her more than she ever thought possible. At her breasts, he paused to lavish attention on her aching nipples. His hand tightened around her waist, forcing a husky cry from her.

“Relax, Princess,” he told her as he brushed his lips down her belly. “You’ve been a good girl tonight. This is your reward.” He kissed her belly button, tracing lazy spirals into its depths. The muscles in her belly twitched.

He slipped off the end of the mattress and pulled her toward him, parting her legs. “Let go, Princess.”

Did he mean for her to let go of the edge of the mattress or to relax? She didn’t seem capable of relaxing; her body felt bowed. Releasing her grip on the mattress, she left her arms stretched above her head. He kissed the inside of her knee. She cried out as the sensation coursed through her.

He laughed, a dark sound that sent another cascade of thrills through her. “I think the next word I’m going to teach you to say is ‘horny.’ Do you think you can say that, Princess?” His fingers kneaded the taut muscles of her thighs, stoking her higher. “Can you learn to say ‘horny’ for me, Princess? Or is your breeding too good for that?”

Patricia only moaned in response. She couldn’t think in words or even images anymore. Everything began and ended where his hands touched her. Everything began and ended with Ryan.

Grabbing her ankles, he dragged her down the bed until her legs hung over his shoulders. He covered the core of her need with his mouth so quickly that her surprised gasp locked in her throat. Her legs wrapped around his shoulders as she clawed at the blanket, stretching open to release some of the incredible sensation streaming through her body, but no sound came. The soft brush of his hair along her thigh enhanced the lazy strokes of his tongue. His bare hand reached up to cover her belly where he had to feel the snapping convulsions of her overwrought muscles. His other hand reached between her legs.

A deep, guttural moan shook her as his fingers pressed inside her. The motion of his tongue matched that of his fingers while his lips pulled on her with an exquisite pressure. Patricia sobbed for breath. The sensations threatened to shatter her. She squeezed her eyes shut, tears flowing across her temples and into her hair. Everything felt electrified, but she couldn’t reach the point of shattering. She fisted her hands into the fabric, frustrated.

“Patience, Princess,” he murmured, leaving his fingers to take over stroking. His tongue delved again into her sweet hollows, causing prickles of pleasure to break across her skin. His hand on her belly pressed against her shaking muscles, calming them. The rest of her body followed, relaxing into the soft down. She opened her fingers. Then his mouth moved back to her shivering clit. As his lips sucked on the sensitive spot and his tongue swept against her, her body snapped and uncoiled in one splintering moment.

“Ryan!” she shouted. Everything dropped away in a wash of exquisite pleasure. Driving her for a moment longer, he eased up and left her lying pooled in delight.

Waiting for him, she fell into a light drowse. She was sure he wasn’t finished with her yet. She hoped he wasn’t. While the flames of her desire had been banked, he’d in no way put them out.

The mattress sank under his weight. “You’re not asleep, are you, Princess?”

She opened her eyes to find him once again looming over her. “No, Master. I was waiting for you.” Her heart pounded like distant thunder, and she knew by the look in his eyes he would be bringing another storm soon.

“Such a well-trained princess. You didn’t even move your arms.”

Chapter Eight

Slipping his arm around Patricia’s waist, Ryan pulled her back up to the middle of the bed. She reached for his shoulders and was jolted by the realization that they were bare. As her body brushed against his, she realized all of him was bare. She looked down, appreciating the fine strength of him lying alongside her with nothing between them but his erection.

He tipped her face up to meet his. “I’ve waited as long as you have, Princess, and I intend to get my share.”

She shivered as he covered her body, crushing her into the down with his hands guiding her arms back over her head. His mouth covered hers, forcing her to give him whatever he demanded. He tasted of mint toothpaste.

“Does it embarrass you to be handled like this by the gardener?” he asked, groping. “Are you ashamed to beg a servant?”

“Yes.”

“Does it embarrass you that you want it?” His lips brushed her chin.

“Oh yes.”

“Do you think you’re beautiful?”

The question snared her. It caught something outside this moment. Something terrible. Pulling the real world into her nirvana. A fragment of those awful moments in the car waiting for him to arrive surfaced. She wanted to curl into a ball, but he had her pinned beneath his body. Was this what he meant by losing control? Would he scorn her and tell her the truth about how unattractive she was? Would he be truly cruel?

She looked up at him, unable to hide the fright in her eyes. “I’ve been told I’m beautiful.”

“Do you think you’re beautiful?” he asked again.

She tried to part her legs, hoping to distract him with her body, but he had them trapped between his, sealing her closed. Her body wanted him, and her soul wanted him to stop questioning her. This was worse, far worse than making her tell him what she wanted. This was the first time he’d really hurt her.

“Please, Master,” she whimpered.

He kissed her cheek. “Tell me, Princess.”

She bit her lip, turning her face to the side. All her life, everyone had told her she was beautiful, even when she was a skinny-legged pubescent with braces. In many ways, she still felt like that metal-mouthed child and wondered if everyone was lying to her to be nice. Everyone was nice to her. Unbearably nice. All the time. She was The Whitmer and everyone had to be nice. Even if they had to lie.

“No,” she whispered. She felt herself crumbling. Hopeless tears welled up inside her. She wanted to tell him to cease, but she didn’t think she could form the word. This must have been what he meant by losing control. When he lost control, it wouldn’t be wonderful punishment but cruel reality.

“I think you’re beautiful, Princess,” Ryan murmured.

Patricia searched his face for the truth, but it seemed he’d just spoken it.

“I think you’re especially beautiful when you’re on your knees, begging me, your cheeks flushed with shame and your hair hanging loose.” He brushed his fingers through her hair. “But you are just as beautiful when you’re walking to your car in the mornings in a neat suit, wearing your hair up the way you always wear it to the hospital. Or when you’re coming home after your night on call, wearing wrinkled scrubs with your hair slicked back in a ponytail and no makeup. And even when you’re making me kneel at your feet to start a fire you don’t need.”

Words caught in her throat. He did think she was beautiful. It was all over his face. He glowed with it. She swelled with pleasure at the thought. He didn’t need to lie to her or placate her, especially not now. Even when she’d humiliated him at her party, he’d thought she was beautiful. He wasn’t being cruel. He was giving her a truth. Perversely, she wanted to cry again. Not from shame but from joy.

He sat back on his heels and held something out to her. “Put this on me.”

Patricia took the condom packet and turned it over in her hands. She sat up, seeking an opening, but her fingers trembled so badly it took her a minute to get it open. Ryan knelt in front of her, waiting. She unrolled the latex over him, touching him as little as possible, suddenly shy.

“Lay back,” he ordered. He shifted so she could spread her legs. Her body yawned open.

He lay on her, pushing into her. As he reached deep inside, she sighed. The heady joy of being connected to him rushed through her. Since puberty, friends had been telling her how wonderful it was. How it made them feel. Until now, she hadn’t understood. Ryan showed her.