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Authors: Kate Pearce

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“Make yourself come. Do it.”
He watched her touch herself and his cock grew even bigger, or was it that she was tightening around him so hard that it just felt like that? He couldn't tell, didn't care, and just held on as she exploded into a climax and he fought not to join her. His fingers linked with hers over her clit and he rubbed her now-swollen nub, pinching it between his finger and thumb until she came again. This time he couldn't stop himself from climaxing. He just managed to pull out and came against her belly in thick, hot spurts that made him shudder and curse.
Even before he opened his eyes, he was aware of the chatter around them, the comments about his technique and the speculation as to exactly which of the disguised Lennox twins he was fucking.
Ignoring the other guests, he wrapped his arms around Violet, stood up, and started walking toward the smaller, more private rooms that lined the corridor between the two salons. Looking down, he realized that Violet was still plastered to his front; her muslin gown now transparent, soaked with his seed; her breasts completely visible.
With a groan, he backed her up against the nearest wall and bent his head to her breasts, sucking them into his mouth—hard nipple, muslin, and all. She moaned his name and he slid his thigh between her legs until she rode him, until her wet sex was slick against his hard thigh and she climaxed again.
“Monsieur?”
He looked up to see Marie-Claude beckoning him to an open door behind her. Picking Violet up again, he strode toward Marie-Claude.
“Thank you.”
She shut the door behind him, and Richard walked over to the bed and placed Violet in the center of it. He waited until she opened her eyes and looked at him.
“You offered yourself to me tonight, and by God, I'm going to take everything I've ever dreamed of from you.”
He left her there and turned to the chest of drawers against the wall to retrieve the items he required. When he came back to the bed, she hadn't moved, only her quick breathing betrayed the fact that she was as aroused and agitated as he was.
Her eyes widened as she saw the riding crop in his hand. He tapped it against his thigh and she swallowed hard.
“I told Ambrose I was going to beat you for disobeying my instructions and leaving my lodgings. And you know I am a man of my word.”
She tried to scramble away from him, but he caught her easily and pulled her over his lap.
“You disobeyed me. You must have expected to be punished.”
“I expected nothing of the sort, I—” She gasped as he smacked her buttock.
He waited, but she said nothing else. “Have I finally rendered you speechless, my dear?” He rucked up her damp, filmy gown to expose her buttocks and smoothed a hand over her nicely rounded flanks. “Don't worry, you'll be yelling again quite soon.”
Violet couldn't believe she'd allowed herself to be placed in such an undignified position, her flesh laid bare, her person stretched out over Richard's lap. But he had warned her not to disobey him. Why had she doubted he'd make her pay for her transgressions? Was she so blinded by lust for the man that she'd forgotten he had a harder edge to him, an edge that had allowed him to survive in war-torn France?
Her thoughts were abruptly disrupted as the leather of the crop tapped against her buttocks and then again until she was squirming with the red heat of discomfort. He held her steady, one hand flat against her lower back as he wielded the crop. Eventually she stopped fighting him and lay still, breathing through the pain, allowing it to flow through her body. Her world narrowed to the smack of the leather, to his breathing, and to the press of his cock against her side.
She moaned as his fingers delved between her thighs, plucking at her clit, plunging into her soaking wet sex, making her arch helplessly upward into the beat of the crop.
“That's better. I like you like this: compliant and wet.”
He pushed her off his lap onto her stomach and she could do nothing but lie there and breathe. The tang of tansy oil assailed her nostrils as she felt him slide a sponge up inside her.
“I want my come in you tonight. I want you to take it all.”
Still aware of the heat radiating through her buttocks, Violet could only nod and wait to see what he would do with her next. She didn't have long to wonder because he returned with more oil and sat beside her on the bed.
“I know how much you like being fucked in the arse, so I'll fill you there too.” He showed her a thick leather dildo. “You'll take this, get on your knees.”
She obeyed him, her body shaking as he caressed her buttocks and slid two oiled fingers deep in her arse. She whimpered, but he didn't stop plunging them in and out of her, each movement amplified by the tenderness and sensitivity of her skin. She tensed when the dildo first pressed against her tight bud.
“Don't fight me.” He rested his hand on her tingling buttock. “You said you'll give me everything. Now do it.”
There was a peculiar note in his voice, a combination of a command and a plea she found irresistible. She wanted to give him all of her, to make him see that at least in this, she was his and his alone. She closed her eyes and forced herself to breathe out, felt the dildo slide deep and gave herself to the intensity of the pleasure.
“Violet.”
He was holding her around the waist, urging her upright and onto her knees. He turned her to face him. She let him do what he wanted, aware of the thick pulse of the dildo in her arse and the answering throb of her clit.
“Hold still.”
He wrapped a long silk scarf around her wrists and then brought them over her head and tied them to the high headboard behind her, making her back arch. She watched him through lowered eyes as he stripped out of his clothes, enjoying the play of muscle, of taut flesh and bone, of his thick cock jutting out from his groin.
He crouched in front of her and pushed her knees wide until her sex was open to him. Holding her gaze, he pumped one finger inside her in a steady rhythm. God, she wanted more, wanted that big cock filling her.
“Please,” she whispered.
But he didn't seem to listen, his attention now on his moving finger. He pulled out and she held her breath, but he only started to play with her clit, tugging at her swollen labia, swirling his fingertip through her wetness until she felt everything start to throb and ache like her arse. He knelt back and simply stared at her sex, and she'd never felt quite so exposed or so vulnerable.
Did he like her displayed like this for him? Her desire evident, her blatant need on display? He moved closer again and she tensed as his hands closed on her small breasts. He thumbed her nipples, pinched them, played with them, and finally took one in his mouth, biting and nibbling until she writhed against him; then he did the same to the other one.
She was panting now, her body focused on his hands and mouth, waiting for the next sensual assault, balanced on the point of a new kind of pleasure, but not yet allowed to fall into it. He got off the bed, walked over to a set of drawers, and opened the top one. She waited, hardly breathing until he strolled back to her, one hand cupping something that looked like jewelry.
“I know you are enjoying this, Violet. You always liked it when I played a little roughly with you, didn't you?” She simply nodded, her attention on the glittering gold pins he was laying on the counterpane. “These things will enhance your pleasure, make you more desperate, make you wild.”
He showed her a narrow gold bar that looked rather like a double-sided hairpin. “Let's start with your breasts.”
His fingers closed around her already sensitive nipple and he drew it out even farther until she was leaning into him. He slid the clamp over her nipple and she hissed at the sudden coldness and pinch of the metal. For a moment, pain radiated from her flesh and she set her teeth against it.
He caught her chin in his hand and made her look at him. “Don't fight it. Relax and breathe through it.”
She bit her lip and tried to relax as he approached her with the second clamp, but it was difficult when her mind was already anticipating the sudden ache, the constriction, and the corresponding throb in her clit.
“That's it,” he murmured, and licked the distended tip of her nipple and then around the clamp, his wet tongue exploring every angle of the adornment before trailing across to sample and taste her other breast.
She shivered as his mouth moved lower down over her stomach and his tongue swirled around her clit.
“Here too,” he whispered against her most intimate flesh. She held still while he attached heavy gold clamps to her labia and then pinched her clit between two fingers and clamped her there too. She moaned his name and came hard, the hot pulse of her need somehow amplified by the heavy constriction of the metal.
“You should see yourself.” He manhandled a large mirror toward the bed, and she found herself staring at a woman she didn't know. A woman who was displaying herself wantonly for her man. “I'm going to fuck you hard now.”
He climbed back on the bed and crawled toward her, his hazel gaze intent. He didn't bother to untie her hands; he just grabbed her around the hips and brought her down in one smooth motion over his cock. She screamed as he filled her and started to come. Screamed even more as he didn't stop thrusting and just kept making her climax.
His hand squeezed her still-tender buttocks, reminding her of both her beating and the thick dildo filling her. She didn't fight him, just let him take her in the most basic of ways until she couldn't stop coming in an endless stream of arousal. His kisses were no less powerful than the demands of his body, engulfing her, taking her, owning her—as if he wanted to imprint himself on her forever.
He lost his smooth motion and started to speed up, each thrust more shallow until he finally shoved deep and held himself there, and the heat of his come pulsed inside her. His head fell forward onto her shoulder and she heard his sharp intake of breath as she tightened around his cock, as if forcing out the last precious drops of his seed.
“Violet.” He groaned her name and then bit the taut skin over her collarbone. When he reached up and untied her hands, she fell against him in a boneless heap and he lowered her down to the rumpled sheets. She moaned as he spread her legs wide and carefully removed the clamps from her now throbbing and sensitive flesh. He eased the dildo out from her arse and she immediately missed the thick pressure.
He crawled closer, his gaze now on her chest, his hands cupping and molding her breasts. Her breath hissed out as he thumbed the gold clamps on her nipples.
“God, I love seeing you like this, Violet, licking and sucking you until you scream my name. Do you like it, too?”
She licked her lips. “Yes, you know I do.”
He reared back, one hand on his newly erect cock as he made it harder. “Do you remember in France, the way I'd fuck you even when we were surrounded by others? How I'd put my hand over your mouth to stop you screaming your pleasure to them all?”
“Yes.” She watched his hand fist his cock, until his fingers were coated in pre-come and moving fast. “I always wanted you.”
He came down over her, slid his cock deep, and began plunging into her. When she tried to bend her knees and wrap her legs around his hips, he held her flat on the bed, his body controlling her response, his weight pressing her into the mattress. Her body shook as she absorbed his thrusts, and pleasure began to build in a different way, so fierce and low that she wanted to growl and bare her teeth at him, draw blood.
Her climax took her by surprise, pulsing through her like a series of stabbing jolts edged with a dark pleasure she had never experienced before. Without thinking, she buried her face in his shoulder and bit down hard, heard him growl in response and climax long and slow inside her. He remained slumped over her, his breathing labored, his heart racing as fast as hers. At some point she knew she would have to listen to her complaining body, but not now, not yet, not while he was still inside her and over her.
Eventually he rolled away and lay on his back, his forearm shielding his eyes.
“I spoke to my government contact yesterday.”
Violet went still as she struggled to focus on his quite unexpected words.
“He says that the English government believes you are in league with Mr. Brown.”
Blindly, Violet turned away from him and crawled toward the edge of the bed. It seemed to take all her effort to move and forever to reach her intended destination.
“He says that you intend to kill your brother.”
Tears crowded the back of Violet's throat and she desperately wished for a dagger. Before she could slide off the bed, Richard caught her, placed her flat on her back again, and covered her with his bigger body.
“Let me go, you imbecile . . .
va chez le diable!
”

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