Tempting a Sinner (14 page)

“Does it hurt?” Malinda whispered.

“A little, but it is the pleasurable kind of hurt that you soon forget.” He touched himself and shivered. “The bands prevent me from coming too soon and heighten my gratification.”

He returned to pick up the bottle of oil and considered where best to display himself to her. He’d originally thought to stay on the bed, but he had a sudden urge to make it more close and personal. What would Ben the prostitute have done? He smiled.

“Sit back.” He gently pushed on her shoulders until she sank into the chair, her bosom heaving with indignation, her breathing short, and her hands fisted against the silken bonds.

He stood in front of her and placed his left foot on the arm of her chair, perilously close to her hand, and eased his knee and thigh out to the side. Uncorking the oil, he anointed his finger and then placed the bottle between her breasts. Holding her gaze, he ran his finger down between his balls and stroked the skin behind them, back and forth, his fingertip moving ever closer to the pucker of his arse.

He added more oil, now warm from being cradled between her breasts, and played with his hole, rimming the skin, dipping inside until his cock started to ache and his hips angled forward wanting more. Her gaze had dropped to his groin and to what he was doing to himself. He pushed his finger deeper and worked it in and out in a slow regular motion that made him moan.

Eventually he had three fingers in himself, and every time he thrust them deep, his cock was pushed closer to her face.

“Do you like this?”

“Yes.”

“Do you wish you could touch me? What a shame you can’t.”

She jerked forward and stuck out her tongue just catching the tip of his crown. He instantly moved away. “Perhaps I should gag you after all.”

She snarled at him and he smiled. “Remember, you brought me the toys, not yourself.”

He selected one of the jade phalluses and brought the whole box over and placed them on the floor. “I’ve picked the second biggest one. As you might imagine, I need to ready myself before I can fit something of this size and rigidity inside of me.”

With the phallus in hand, he resumed his position and took a long time oiling the jade to his satisfaction. She was quiet now, her attention entirely focused on what he was about to do to himself. And he wanted her to see him fuck himself very badly, wanted her to understand that he didn’t need anyone else in his bed at all.

He concentrated on letting out his breath as he broached his hole with the tapering head of the jade and eased it inside the tight ring of muscle. Forcing himself to keep breathing, he inched it farther in, the rough stone gripping onto his flesh, reluctant to let it go. It was like being fucked raw. But he was wet enough, and eventually he prevailed and the phallus slid home. He took a few moments to accustom himself to the feeling of being stuffed full, the throbbing tenderness of his stretched muscles, and the answering throb of excitement in his trapped cock.

Opening his eyes, he stared at Malinda, who was breathing as hard as he was.

“Do you want to watch me fuck myself on this phallus?”

“Oh, God, yes.”

He braced himself and began moving his hand, bringing the jade in and out of his arse, each stroke as long as he could make it without the phallus coming out completely. And God, it was good, made even better by having Malinda watch.

“Are you wet for me?” he demanded hoarsely. “Do you wish you had your fingers stuffed in your cunt?”

She moaned and shifted restlessly in her seat, and he wanted to throw back her skirts and expose her to his gaze, to see all that wet welcome just for him. His balls tightened even more and he knew he was close. He wrapped one hand around his cock and worked himself hard, ramming the jade deep and holding it there as he climaxed in long, shuddering waves of come.

When he could eventually breathe again, he smiled at her.

“You see? I don’t really need to go anywhere. I’m perfectly capable of pleasuring myself.”

Malinda stared up at his smiling face and itched to slap him so badly she had to dig her fingernails into her palms.

“It isn’t anything to be proud of. All it means is that you want to be in control of
everything
. It’s what I’d expect of you.”

Ignoring her, he eased the phallus out, laid it on the rug, and set to work on the cock ring.

“All it
means,
Benedict, is that you’re too afraid of having a proper relationship.”

He straightened up, his smile dying. “You are assuming I’d
know
what a proper relationship is after being tied up with you.”

“I make you lose control and you hate it.”

He angled his head to one side and considered her, his blond hair gleaming angelically in the candlelight, his blue eyes freezing.

“I’m definitely in control now. You’re the one who’s tied to the chair.”

“Then let me go. I think I’ve seen enough anyway.” She yawned. “I’m quite ready to return to Maddox Street and sleep.”

“There is the small matter of you trying to escape Niall and rushing out into the night.”

“Don’t be ridiculous. I knew he’d follow me.”

“And what if you’d been taken in those vital seconds when he wasn’t at your side?”

She raised her chin. “I would’ve thought you’d be quite glad to have me taken off your hands.”

“Well, there is that, but then you would present a danger for me.”

“Don’t worry, I’d assure anyone who captured me that you would have no interest in having me back and that they should do away with me immediately.” She tugged at the scarves. “Now, will you let me go?”

“But what will happen the next time you get it into your head that you have to go out without telling Niall?” He rubbed a casual hand over the faint golden stubble on his jawline. “What will prevent you repeating the same mistake again?”

She narrowed her eyes and thought lovingly of her shotgun at Alford Park.

“As your husband, I feel it is my duty to correct your behavior, don’t you?”

He untied the scarf on her left wrist and she tried to punch him. He caught her fist and held on to it while he untied her other hand and then held them both in one easy grip. She kicked out at his shins but was hampered by her skirts.

“Don’t you dare—” she gasped as she was picked up off her feet, swung around, and ended up over his lap with him now sitting in the chair. She tried to roll over, but he widened his stance and held her firm. The pins in her hair started to fall out onto the carpet, and she wriggled like a worm on a hook.

He rucked up her skirts and petticoats leaving her bottom bare to the elements. She went still when he laid one large, warm palm on her buttock.

“I’ve been wanting to put you over my knee since I woke up in that damned bed at Alford Park and finally realized who you were.” His tone was light and conversational. “And, by God, I don’t think anyone would deny I have the right.”

“I do!”

He smacked her and she went rigid.

“That’s better.”

He smacked her again and this time it hurt. She bucked against him but it made no difference, she was trapped. She set herself to endure, but it was impossible as red-hot needles of pain skittered across her consciousness. His hand pressed down on her lower back.

“Be still.”

She bit down on her lower lip as his fingers moved between her thighs, making a leisurely exploration of her sex.

“I knew you’d be wet for me.” He penetrated her with one finger, and slid it easily in and out of her slick cunt. “Christ . . .” He dragged the wetness back, and eased his thumb into her arse. The only sound now was their ragged breathing and the wet slick of his working fingers.

She wasn’t prepared for the quick smack of his palm on her already sensitive buttocks, or the way each stroke pushed her down onto his embedded fingers. Pain melted into something else, something dark and dangerous that she didn’t want, but couldn’t turn away from. She closed her eyes to let it overtake her, forgetting her outrage and the indignity of her position in pursuit of the sensation.

Lighter slaps now, but she was moving with him, not against him, her body no longer fighting him, but urging him on with every roll of her hips. Her climax hit her like a whirlwind, making her cry out and simply exist through the myriad of physical and emotional sensations.

With a savage sound he came down with her onto the rug in front of the fire, his fingers still inside her, his mouth now on hers as he kissed her.

“Don’t fight me.” He kneed her legs farther apart, and then she felt the cold slide of jade against her sex as he filled her with one of the phalluses from the box. He didn’t stop there, but slid his oiled fingers inside her arsehole and then inserted the other piece of jade. She was coming before he’d finished sliding the second piece home.

And then he was moving again, reversing his position so that his cock was over her mouth, feeding it to her as he bent his head to her sex, his fingers busy on the phalluses, his tongue on her clit.

She had no more breath to think, just to experience the wholly physical sensation of being filled to bursting at his direction. His cock throbbed in her mouth, pushing farther down her throat as he increased the pace of his thrusts. She simply took him as he was taking her, owning every inch of her sex with his mouth and his hands. Would she survive the onslaught ? Could she? With a muffled shout he climaxed and she swallowed everything he pumped into her as she came herself.

Benedict opened his eyes and carefully withdrew his cock from Malinda’s mouth. He looked down at her. Her hair had escaped its pins and tumbled around her shoulders, her dress was rucked up to her waist, and, God, she still had the two jade phalluses inside her. She’d never looked more beautiful or more infuriating to him.

She slowly blinked at him. “You’ve ruined my new dress.”

He bent to pick her up and deposited her on the side of his bed. Without asking for permission, he stripped her out of the crumpled garment and her corset and shift. He made the mistake of pausing to actually look at what he’d revealed and his heart nearly stopped. Stockings, garters, and nothing else but jade...

He placed his hands on either side of her flanks and kissed her breasts, licking and sucking her nipples into his mouth. She sighed and put her hand into his hair, her body languid and supple, moving into his as though she belonged there. He forced himself to stop kissing her and knelt to remove the jade from her cunt and her arse. She raised her hips slightly to help him, her breath hissing out as he finished the task. And then he just stared at her cunt, the swollen lips of her sex, the proud throb of her clit, and the wetness that enticed him to lean in and . . .

With an oath, he stood up. “You are the devil.”

“I am sore.”

“You deserve it.”

She glared at him. “The toys were for you, not for me.”

“I didn’t notice you telling me to stop.” He kissed her hard, nipping at her lower lip. “All I noticed was you coming hard and begging me for more.”

She bit him back. “I did not beg!”

“You whimpered.”

“So did you!”

“Men do not whimper.” He was so close now he could see the flashes of green in her hazel eyes. “I was merely enjoying watching you squirm on my lap.”

“And now I won’t be able to sit down for a week!”

“Exactly my intention.”

“You’re a brute!”

He slid his cock inside her and started fucking her. “I know.”

At the last moment possible, he pulled out and came against her belly, his face buried in the curve of her neck, his teeth grazing her throat.

“Do you want to go back to Maddox Street?”

“I want—”

“I think I know.” He pulled away and studied her face. “I have the very thing.”

She splayed her fingers against his chest. “Benedict, if you touch me again, I’ll scream.”

“And you think that will deter me? Wait here.”

She fell back against the bed. “As if I can move at all . . .” He went back into the living room and through the door into the shared bathroom. There was no one there, so he checked that the boiler had hot water and started to fill the bath. It was a newfangled invention, but one that he and Adam appreciated enormously. Being able to bathe without having to wait for the water to be boiled over the fire and brought up by the poor servants was a luxury he never failed to appreciate.

“Come on.”

He scooped Malinda up in his arms, carried her into the bathroom, and set her down on the chair by the fire where he’d also spread the drying cloths to warm.

Returning his attention to the water, he checked the temperature, found a jar of soap and a natural sea sponge, and put them beside the bath. For once, his wife didn’t question him as he picked her up again, stepped carefully over the side of the bath, and lowered them both into the warm water.

“Ah,” he murmured, stretching out until his back rested against the head of the bath. “That’s better.”

He reached for the soap and the sponge and spent an enjoyable few minutes making sure Malinda was scrubbed clean. To his surprise, she didn’t object and submitted to his ministrations with a quietness that eventually started to worry him.

“Are you all right?”

She blinked at him, and he carefully washed her face. His cock stirred against the curve of her arse and he winced.

“You’re right, you know.”

He paused, the sponge held in his hand. “I’m right about something? Are you sure?” He washed behind her ear, aware that the ends of her hair were now wet and had darkened to the color of mahogany.

“We shouldn’t do this.” She swallowed hard. “I shouldn’t have come. I was just annoyed because you’d kept away from me.”

He sighed. “And I should’ve sent you away instead of allowing you to provoke me.”

She touched his cheek. “I don’t want you to worry about me so much. Perhaps it would be better if I simply left for Alford Park.”

His gut tightened. “I’ve already explained why I think that would be a bad idea.”

“But I don’t want you to be involved with any trouble between me and your father.”