Innocence Enslaved (30 page)

“I merely meant we’ve another long day of travel tomorrow and need our rest.” He walked across the room and extended his hand to her. As she took it, he bowed to Regina. “Your hospitality is greatly appreciated.”

“You are most welcome, sir. I enjoy having company. Let me show you to your rooms.”

She led them upstairs and stopped at the first room on the right. “I thought Emilia might be comfortable here and you across the hall.”

“She’ll be with me and save you the trouble of cleaning two rooms after we’ve left.”

“Oh, yes, well…”

He opened the chamber door and tugged an equally chagrined Emilia inside.

“Goodnight, sir, and to you too, Emilia.” With stains of scarlet on her cheeks, Regina rushed down the hall.

“You’ve embarrassed her, and me. They know we’re unmarried, what will they think?” Her hands flew to her hot cheeks. “First, wearing a slave collar, now sleeping with my former master without wedding vows. She’ll know the kind of slave I have been.”

“I won’t risk you being out of my sight. And I’m sure Noah will explain the situation. The next time we see them we shall be wed.”

“The next time will be at breakfast and I’ll be too mortified to meet her eyes, let alone speak to her.”

“If that is the case, we should make the embarrassment worth your while.” He said this with a husky rumble as he pulled her quickly to the bed and sat down. With his hands on her hips, he guided her between his spread thighs. Facing her away from him, he began to undress her, tugging urgently on the laces up the back of her gown.

“I thought you wanted to keep your word until we are wed?”

“I do. That doesn’t mean I didn’t enjoy having you next to me last night, or the pleasure we gave each other.”

He pulled her dress off her shoulders and over her hips, leaving her in her chemise and drawers. Enfolding her in his arms, he gathered her closer, one hand running up her back and tightening until her breasts met his chest, the other dipping lower and cupping the fullness of her bottom.

“Sweetling, it’s all right. Noah and Regina are married, as we soon shall be. They are also good people and won’t pass judgment on what we choose to do. It is enough that I have vowed to take you to wife. Many country folks feel a betrothal is enough to consummate a marriage, since they often have to wait weeks or months for a priest to come through their village.”

She raised her hand to his shoulder, peering up at him shyly. “I suppose you’re right. It seems different is all, since I’m no longer a slave and still not a wife.”

“You are still a virgin and will remain that way until the vows are said.” The hand on her back slid up slowly to the back of her neck, and his fingers threaded in her hair as he guided her lips to his. The brief touch led to an open-mouthed entanglement of breath and tongues. As it ended, she found she had crawled into his lap, and all four of her limbs had encircled him as her own hands had wound in his hair.

“You cloud my brain with your touch, master.”

He grinned. “You’ll have to decide on a different endearment for me, siren. Those days are behind you now.”

“But it seems right, and in my heart, you will always be that and more to me.”

“Ah, Emilia, what you do to me.” He claimed her lips again. Without breaking the kiss, he rolled them onto the bed, with him on top, ravishing her mouth as his hands sought her breasts. “Let’s get this off you,” he urged, as he pulled the chemise up and over her head.

His lips connected with hers as his hands wandered lower, one slipping beneath her to curve around a bottom cheek while the other slipped between them and inside her drawers. She parted her thighs without thought as his fingers sought the heated place in between. “So wet. When the time comes, I’ll slide easily inside and make you scream as I did with my tongue.”

“Do it now, master. I don’t want to wait.”

“No, but I will bring you to pleasure in another way.” He pulled away to stand at the bedside. “Take off your drawers,” he bade, urgency in both the intensity of his gaze and his jerky movements as he tore open his braes. “I want nothing between your skin and mine.”

She eagerly untied the drawstring at her waist and pulled off the garment, in her haste getting it tangled around her feet. Corbet stopped undressing and came to her aid. With a few tugs, he pulled them free and sent the thick cotton sailing over his head. When he went back to work on his own clothing, she had time to watch.

Broad of shoulder, he had a muscular chest, smooth except for a patch of brown hair in the middle, which narrowed into a thin line as it continued all the way down his hard, rippled stomach. It would have disappeared into the top of his black woolen pants, had he not already opened them wide. What was revealed caught her breath. It was her first glimpse of his shaft, his cock as he called it, long and large as it rose up his lower belly. She’d felt its hardness when it bumped her thigh or pressed into her backside when she sat on his lap. It appeared smooth like silk, the same as when it had slid through her lips the night before.

The day at the tavern came flooding back, as did the woman taking Lomb’s shaft into her mouth. Both seemed to enjoy it immensely and she wanted to know what it would be like. She couldn’t resist reaching out to touch it, marveling at its silken texture before curling her fingers around its great width that was a rigid as steel. She didn’t know how he was going to fit, in either her mouth or her channel, but she couldn’t wait to find out. If he wouldn’t allow the latter, may he would permit the first, and grant her the pleasure of using her mouth on him, as he’d done to her last night.

Licking her lips with eagerness, her fingers continued to explore until his hand threaded into her hair and tugged gently. She looked up. His eyes were glowing with a fire more intense than she’d ever seen before. She leaned up on her knees, without losing the grip with her hand. Unable to reach his mouth, she pressed a kiss to the underside of his chin and asked with a sense of daring as strong as her need, “May I taste you as you did me?”

“Sweetling,” he uttered low as his fingers clenched in her hair, “the thought of you taking me into your mouth has kept me hard for days.”

“Truly?”

“Yes, this is one of the many ways you can please me.”

“I want that so badly, Corbet.” On her hands and knees before him, she leaned toward him until the head of his cock was a hairsbreadth from her lips. At the last instant she paused, unsure of how to go about it, and glanced up at him for direction.

“First, lick the head. Make it very wet so it will glide easily between your lips.”

Her tongue slipped out and tentatively touched the tip. He tasted slightly salty, which was pleasant, so she licked again, a longer stroke with the flat of her tongue. She peeked up at him, to ensure she was doing it right.

His jaw was tightly clenched while he watched her. As she swirled her tongue around the head in a circle, he groaned as though in agony and his fingers tightened in her hair.

Immediately, she pulled back. “Did I do something wrong?”

“No, you did exactly right.” Gazing down on her now, he swept his thumb across her cheek gently. With his free hand, he guided the head back to her lips and rubbed it along her lower lip. “It feels incredible, siren. Almost too good. Continue.”

A smile curved her lips, and she felt a rush knowing she was pleasing him. Opening wider, she slid her lips over the head and beyond, taking his shaft deeper into her mouth. It glided over her tongue, filling and stretching her mouth. She eased back, leaving him glistening wet.

“That’s it, dove, the wetter the better. This time when it goes deep, suck me.”

She took more of him on the next glide, tightening her lips around him and applying suction. As she hollowed her cheeks she drew back the next time, pulling almost all the way off, but not quite, not letting go before taking him deep once more.

Groaning low, both his hands came to her head, encouraging her with gentle guidance to take him deeper. When she did, she panicked a bit, and pulled off to take a deep breath.

“You’ll learn to take more. Wrap your hand around the base so you don’t choke, and keep going. You’re doing so well, sweetling.”

Once her hand gripped the base, he guided the head to her lips and entered in a long slow glide, claiming her mouth as she wanted him to take the aching channel between her legs. As he moved, pumping his hips steadily, she sucked and slurped, and with her hand keeping him from going too deep, she was able to relax and enjoy him.

He combed his fingers through her hair, murmuring encouragement between moans of pleasure. After several long moments, he pulled out of her mouth.

“Release me,” he growled, right before his hands slid under her arms and he dragged her up the bed to lay with her back on the pillows. With his legs pinning her arms, he braced his hands on the headboard.

“Open,” came his next command. Aiming his cock at her parted lips, he slid slowly into her mouth, once, twice, then over and over. Without warning, he pulled free and backed up until he straddled her waist.

“Give me your hand,” he rasped. She lifted it without question. With his hand wrapped around her own, together they grasped his rigid shaft and he proceeded to teach her the motion he liked. He thrust forward, curling his fingers around hers, making her squeeze harder. He pumped faster for a few moments and then threw his head back as a low, rumbling groan that seemed to emanate from his toes burst free of his lips. An instant later, his whole body tensed before he shuddered and anointed her breasts with the hot splash of his seed.

Together they squeezed, milking his shaft until he was spent. With a heavy sigh, he collapsed onto the bed by her side. She rolled to him, as if to snuggle close, but he stopped her, reaching for his shirt to clean her off. She giggled.

“You make quite a mess when you do that, master.”

He didn’t take offense, instead shrugging as he tossed the soiled shirt away, and then gathered her into his arms. “Soon I won’t have to. Although that was quite nice and I’ll enjoy it on occasion, I’ll prefer when I can spend inside you.”

Emilia brought her arms around him, stroking his back. “I liked that,” she whispered. “It’s nice to know I’m not the only one who gets lost in the heat of our passion.”

He smiled, kissing her nose. “I’m glad you enjoyed it, siren, and that you’re eager and responsive. You’re going to make it very hard for me to keep my integrity intact until we can locate a priest.”

“I’m in awe of your integrity, master, but I won’t tell if you won’t.” As she spoke, he adjusted her into the position they’d slept in last night, like two spoons in a drawer, with his body curled along her back.

“You’re incorrigible, naughty girl,” he chided, kissing the sensitive spot behind her ear. “If you keep taunting me, I’ll have to put you over my knee.”

A smile crept over her lips as she thought about that. “Yes, sir,” she cooed happily.

Laughing outright, he slipped his other arm beneath her and hugged her close.

“Now, I believe it’s my turn to play and listen to you cry out with pleasure.”

He brought his hands up to curve beneath her breasts. Pushing them together, his thumb and forefinger captured her taut nipples and squeezed. His mouth moved to her neck, suckling and planting soft kisses that made her writhe and whimper. He applied more pressure, rolling and plucking her nipples until she was arching her back and pressing both breasts into his hands.

One hand released her and moved lower, locating her wet, aching center. He curved his hand around her upper thigh and lifted her leg, draping it over his own, thereby spreading her wide. His fingers then teased up the sensitive inner aspect of her thigh until they came upon damp, heated flesh.

He captured her earlobe with his teeth as his fingertips connected with the bundle of nerves that ached for his attention. Rubbing in circles, he applied the perfect amount of stimulation to make her writhe and squirm as pressure, like steam in a teapot, began to build inside her. When he pinched the nub lightly and rolled it between his fingers, she thought she might explode. A long cry of pleasure erupted from her throat as he pushed her thighs open wider, sucking and nibbling while her legs began to tremble.

“Oh, my heavens!” she gasped, clutching at his wrist as he quickened his movements. With climax approaching quickly, her head fell back on his shoulder, while she uttered with urgency, “Yes… Corbet… oh… oh, mercy!”

Seconds away from bliss, he lifted his hand and slid lower between her folds. He circled the opening and slipped in two fingers, going only deep enough to rub at an amazing spot just inside. She moaned.

“Let go, dove,” he urged, as his thumb found her pulsing nub. She groaned louder as his fingers rubbed and his thumb circled. “Corbet,” she cried out long and low as her hips jerked.

“Come for me now.”

With his permission, her body succumbed, shuddering against his as a stunning release gripped her, a groan of pleasure pouring from her lips. He lowered his head to the crook of her neck, his mouth open and hot upon her flushed skin. Below, his steely cock nudged insistently along her cleft. He moaned in what sounded like a strangled version of her name as his teeth nipped her skin. In the next moment, he gripped his cock and pumped. Emilia moaned as his mouth latched on more fiercely while his silky seed shot in hot bursts over the quivering globes of her bottom.

He didn’t let go of her neck, although his teeth were replaced by the slow soothing lapping of his tongue. After several moments, he relaxed and leaned heavily against her, both of them sighing in pleasant exhaustion. Once they had both recovered enough to move, Corbet wiped her clean with the edge of the sheet before easing her onto her back. Propping up on an elbow, head in hand, he smiled down at her.

“I made a mess of you again.”

“I’m easily cleaned,” she said with a grin and an unconcerned shrug.

His return grin, both disarming and sensual, sent shivers down her spine. “I love that you don’t mind getting dirty.” Her face heated at the double meaning behind that, but she forgot about it as soon as he lowered his mouth, tenderly brushing his lips over hers while smoothing away the damp hair stuck to her face. “I can’t wait until you are mine, in truth.”