Page 66 of Audacity

A step forward has us a foot apart. The way her rich chestnut hair falls softly over her shoulders has me wanting to dip my head and smell it as fervently as it has me wanting to use it for a fine bridle around my fist.

‘What is your name?’

‘Athena, my Lord.’

‘A godless name. Are you godless, Athena?’

‘No, my Lord.’

‘Have you ever let a man do godless things to you? Ever let that new husband of yours touch you?’

She shakes her head vehemently. ‘No, my Lord. No one has touched me.’

‘Good.’ That’s very, very good. She is as unsullied as she looks, her body a virgin canvas, her skin a blanket of fresh snow for my fingerprints and my teeth.

‘You are mine tonight. My property. Do you understand?’

‘Y-yes.’ Her eyes are astonishing, her pupils huge. She’s shivering, her body bracing for impact. I stand before her in my rich robes and my tall boots and revel in the fact that she’s the most perfect sight I’ve ever seen.

I can wait no longer.

‘That means I can do this to you, and you will let me.’ I reach up and pinch her nipples lightly, fleetingly. It’s a threat and a promise and a tease, and I watch in something approaching awe as her eyelids flutter closed and her lips part as though I’ve turned a key in a lock. She lets out a faint, shuddering moan that I decide I like very much indeed.

‘Any pleasure you feel tonight is for me. Understand?’

She nods, opening her eyes and fixing them back on me. They’re almost all pupil.

I pinch her nipples again, rolling them between my fingers. They’re impossibly hard—whether from cold or anticipation, I’m unsure. ‘Mine.’

‘Argh—yours.’

I take a moment to knead her breasts, to weigh them, to toy with her nipples. She sways a little, breathing fast, as a flush of arousal builds on her cheeks.

‘Open your mouth.’

She opens it immediately, affording me a lovely view of even white teeth and her pink, glistening tongue. A tongue that will work very well on my cock. I release one breast and grab a fistful of silken tresses so I can angle her face up to me. Then I bend my mouth to hers so I can kiss her.

The kiss is harsh, invasive. It’s far less a sign of affection than a foreshadowing of how thoroughly I intend to explore her holes tonight. I fuck her mouth with my tongue as I hold her in place by her hair. Her arms flutter at her sides as she lets me, but I don’t miss the low moan she makes into my mouth.

I release her and trail the back of my hand down between her breasts, my knuckles gliding over the impossibly soft skin of her stomach as I revel in the view of her blown-out pupils and laboured breathing. ‘Mine.’

She nods her agreement.

‘Widen your legs.’

She does. Such a good girl—so eager to please.

I pause. It’s the headiest moment. I’m suspended in the most captivating form of anticipation before I touch her.

By the looks of things, so is she.

I move my hand lower and slide my fingers through her slippery wetness. My little so-called virgin is absolutely fucking soaked. This space between her legs is astonishing: warm and drenched; the most hospitable of terrains for a man.

‘Thisis mine,’ I remind her. ‘It’s formypleasure.’ I stroke her there lightly, enjoying the slipperiness of her flesh as much as the way her face contorts in sheer delight at my touch. Still, our eyes are locked, and I muse that there may be no greater pleasure than stroking a beautiful, naked woman at leisure and watching her arousal build. Her mouth is working, her jaw tensing, her legs shaking.

‘Hold onto me,’ I command her, and she grips the wide sleeves of my doublet to steady herself. ‘Donotlook away while I explore my new pretty little plaything.’

She nods again, biting down on her lip as if to hold in her whimpers. But when I push two fingers deep inside her she cries out, whether in shock or pleasure I do not know. Her flesh is molten and devastatingly tight and my poor, aching dick longs to wedge itself deep inside that space and never come up for air.

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