Page 46 of A Duchess to Unravel
“Lean back,” he instructed. “I willnae let ye fall.”
Trusting him, even in just that moment, Theo obeyed. She was not surprised at all when her head and shoulders found the solid top of his desk, and let herself be splayed between Alistair’s lap and the piece of furniture. Once settled, he began to run his left hand slowly up and down her torso; squeezing her breasts, her throat, before spanning down her flat abdomen and then doing it all over again.
“Do ye know what happens when this particular part of ye is touched too much?” He asked, swirling his right thumb again over her pulsing bud.
More pleasure exploded through Theo, and she panted. When she didn’t answer, the swirling motion turned into a hard pinch, and she groaned; caught between pleasure and pain.
“Answer me,” he warned, already soothing the pain away.
“In books,” she answered, her tone breathy and strained. “I have read things in books, but I ... I have never felt it myself.”
“Not even by your own hand?” Alistair asked, his thumb still rubbing small circles.
Theo whimpered, blushed at the thought, and shook her head.
“Mmmm.” Alistair hummed. “I dinnae think ye realize how much that pleases me. Very well, little kitten. Let me show you what happens.”
One hand roving her breasts, the other teasing her pulsing bud, Alistair brought Theo’s body to a trembling mess. Even when she tried to move her hips, or begged him to go faster, Alistair’s hand remained steady and rhythmic, driving her mad until Theo was sure her mind was unforgivably broken.
“Please, please, please,” she whispered over and over again, no longer able to fathom any other words as her body grew closer to shattering.
“There’s my good kitten,” Alistair moaned, “Right where I want you.”
His thumb still swirling over her clitoris, he slid his middle finger slowly between her drenched folds, letting her feel every inch of the invasion until he was buried knuckle deep- and then he flexed his hand.
White hot sparks erupted from behind Theo’s closed eyes as he finally released her from the torturous build, and her mouth dropped open. A sound she did not recognize pulled from her vocal cords as the mounted pleasure from within suddenly released and flooded every single one of her nerve endings.
“Breathe, darling,” Alistair’s deep voice commanded.
As if needing his command, Theo drew in a ragged breath, and for a moment, wondered if she had just fainted. Her body melted and useless as Alistair drew her away from the desk and enfolded her to his chest; whispering those foreign words yet again as he stroked along her neck and tilted her chin up for his kisses.
Part of her wanted to know what he was saying, but she was still too caught up in the ebbing waves of her release to ask. Instead, she let his hands soothe her as he kissed her lips and traced his tongue along hers.
Pleasure and torment swirled through Alistair’s veins as he held Theo to his chest. He was not sure if they had been relaxing like this for minutes or hours, but either way, he did not want to stop.
He knew he had to. The accounts needed sorted. The mystery of his late predecessor’s work needed to be solved. And sooner rather than later if he wanted to make changes within the next three months. Suddenly, for the first time since arriving in England, Alistair hated his deadline.
He wondered for a moment if he could convince Theo to stay in his lap as he worked. Perhaps the ability to stroke his hands over her body at his own whim could help him concentrate. Or at the very least, stop him from growing agitated. Especially if she would venture under his desk, free his aching manhood from his breeches, and ….
Alistair stopped himself from finishing the fantasy. He was already pulsing with desire as it was, and to have such thoughts was making it worse. But that was not his deal with Theo. He’d promised to show her pleasure, notuseher for his own pleasure. And he was, if not anything else, a man of his word.
“Are you awake, little kitten?” Alistair murmured, brushing his lips against hers.
The soft sigh of satisfaction that escaped Theo’s lips was pure pleasure against his ears, and he could not help but kiss her again. Deeper, more demanding, until he felt her stir against him.
“It is time for you to go,” he told her, easing her up into a sitting position.
The mixture of disappointment and confusion in her dazed eyes had him hating his own words. She was rumpled, sleepy, from his ministrations, and the sight of her as such only drove his desire for her to a maddening height.
“What time is it?” She murmured, rubbing her eyes.
It was a good question. Last he’d seen the time it was four. He wrestled his pocket watch from its place and opened it; surprised at what he saw. He’d truly lost hours to her and had not even noticed.
“It is nearly ten,” he stated, snapping the watch shut. “Come, you should be in bed.”
He waited, figuring that Theo would have some retort about him sending her to her room. To his surprise and satisfaction, however, she only nodded, and climbed off of his lap. Curious as to how much more he could command her, Alistair rose from his chair too and walked with her to the door. He stopped her just before she reached it and placed his hand around her throat to guide her eyes to his.
“I want you to go to your room and ring for your maid,” he commanded, his tone firm but gentle. “Order water for a bath and something to eat. I want you to do both before you go to bed.”
