Page 15 of Tainted Reasoning

Chapter Six

Tamara

William Cavendish is kissing me! I think the world is tilting on its axis, and everything is becoming slightly surreal. I’ve only known him for just over twenty-four hours, but I already know in my heart I’m his. I can fight it all I want, but our souls have already become entangled with the emotions of what has happened to us. He sees himself as the poor boy abused by his father, but I see the strong man he’s become – the lover who will respect me and worship me. I need this just as much as he does. Damn to hell the consequences.

Opening my mouth slightly, I allow his tongue entry to ravage me with an urgency that seems to dominate his body. I’m pressed flat against the patio doors we entered through with the cold of the glass at my back, and his heat warming the front of my body. It’s an assault on my senses, heightening the urgent need I have to feel his passion.

“William,” I breathlessly utter into his mouth. He catches my words and responds by moaning out my name.

“Tamara.”

He shifts his hips, and I feel the hardness at his groin as he strains to bring me to orgasm. If we don’t find somewhere more private soon, I know he’ll take me against this glass door for the world to see. I’m not sure Victoria and Nicholas will be impressed with having to clear a possible ass imprint off the glass panel.

“We need to go upstairs.” I pull away but keep my gaze focused solely on him.

“You sure?” He brings his hand to my face and strokes the calloused pads of his fingers down my soft skin. “I’m different…I don’t want to scare you.”

“You are different in a beautiful way.” My words are honest because he is. This isn’t my first rodeo – I’ll be the first to admit I was promiscuous at university. I’m pretty certain I nearly gave Victoria a heart attack when I told her about the orgy I participated in one night. As long as I was careful and set boundaries, then I was never one to think I needed to shy away from my sexual orientations. Yes, I’ve experimented: with men, women, both at the same time, and toys of different varieties. But William has seen the darker side of sex, and he’s seen the pain and suffering it can bring. So when he says he’s different, I’m not stupid – I know he’s talking about his needs in bed and not his autism.

“If you want me to stop at any point, then you say, and I’ll do so immediately,” he offers me.

“Yes.” Lowering my hand, I entwine it with his and lead him through the corridors of Oakfield Hall. My heart is thumping so loudly, and the need between my legs throbs with every step. As we walk, I can’t help but hear the echoing screams of the many women who’ve been taken unwillingly to their fate in this place. The tables are finally turning.

On reaching my bedroom, I lead William in and go to sit on the bed. We’re both silent as he remains stood at the doorway just staring at me. Finally, he turns and locks the door before striding over to me while at the same time removing his t-shirt. For someone who’s been kept hidden away, he’s clearly not been inactive over the years since his body is rippled with lines of taut muscles. His skin is slightly pale, especially against the dark tone of mine – ebony and ivory springs to mind when comparing us. I suck in a breath of lust at the sight of him.

“Stand up,” he orders in a voice so deep and commanding it initially shocks me, and I jump straight to me feet. “I want to watch you undress.”

William licks his lips while taking a seat in the plush Queen Anne chair in my room. He dwarfs the elegant chair with his size.

“Tamara, remove your clothes. Show me what I want to see.”

With a shaking hand, I bring my fingers up to the top button of my teal blouse. My breaths are hitched while I slowly undo the fastenings and peel open the shirt to reveal a similar colored lace bra. William shifts in his seat, presumably to adjust the position of his hardness. I can’t help but feel a little thrill of delight surge through my body that he likes what he sees.

“Tamara. The bra,” he orders.

I drop my shirt to the floor and reach around my back to unclasp the fixings of my bra. I lower it carefully into my hands but keep the cups covering my breasts until the last second when I allow the gossamer material to fall and reveal myself to him.

“Fuck!” he exclaims. “Do you know how much I dreamed of them last night? I got off twice in the shower this morning just imagining my tongue wrapped around your flesh. They are even more beautiful, the nipples perter, and the shape more rounded than I even imagined.”

“You played with yourself thinking of me?” I find myself shocked at the admission. I don’t know why, because I found him instantly handsome from the first moment I saw him. I was just way too exhausted last night to contemplate using those visions to get myself off.

“You don’t like me telling you that?” A line of worry creases William’s forehead. “Tamara, I thought you’d have learned by now I say what I think, and that’s both in and out of the bedroom. Around everyone else, I have to control it as much as I can, but here with you, I’m afraid, you’re going to get everything.” He rises to his feet and comes to stand directly in front of me. Grabbing the waistband of my jeans, he pulls me to him and grinds his hips into my waist. “Every dirty word…every commanding need. You will get it all from me. Say now if you want me to stop.”

“No.” The word spills from my lips before my brain has a second to even think about what he’s just said to me. I need William between my thighs to relieve the urgent ache burning there.

“Good. Because I think we need to get these jeans off, now. I need to see that pussy I can smell getting ready to milk my big, hard cock.”

Fuck! If he keeps up with the dirty talk, I’m going to come without any stimulation. In all my experiences, nobody has ever spoken to me like this before. It’s intoxicating. His velvety tones, spilling filthy words about what he’s going to do to me are almost like his fingers running directly over my clit.

William undoes the buttons of my jeans and pulls the fabric down over my thighs. He lowers his body, so he’s kneeling in front of my pussy and takes a breath of air through his nose. I know he’s sensing how much I want him.

“Please,” I whimper… wanting…needing…something…anything.

“What do you want me to do, Tamara?” William looks up at me from under hooded eyelids, and when he hooks the tip of his finger in to my panties, I let out a groan of wanton desire.

“Please. Touch me.”

“Touch you?” he says as he pulls my underwear down my thighs. I kick my shoes off to step out of my panties and my jeans. I’m naked before him, and every nerve ending in my body is tingling with desperation.

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