Page 7 of The Ward
“I chose you because you’re biddable, Cecelia. You trust me, and trust me to do what is best for you.”
It wasn’t a question, but I quickly—and a bit confusedly—said, “Yes, my lord.”
“But I have also followed your education with interest. And this…” He rocked his hips so his cock slid along my rear. “This is part of your education. You’ve studied that book, and it’s important for you to be able to tell me—and your husband—what you like. So, Cecelia…” He leaned forward, his breath tickling my ear. “What do you want? Was there a position inA Harlot’s Guideyou want to experience?”
I didn’t hesitate, didn’t question.
As my swollen core throbbed with the aftershocks of that orgasm, clenching around nothing and feeling bereft somehow, I flipped through the book until I reached page nineteen.
“The Burning Bush,” he read, amusement coloring his tone.
“The female sits on a table or other flat surface even with the man’s hips,” I read, “while he stands between her spread legs. Named thusly because it is said it will make both occupants speak to God.”
I felt his fingers dig into my hips briefly, then loosen. Was it my imagination, or did he inhale sharply as well? Was it possible Lord Simon was as desperate for release as I’d been just a moment before?
“You’d like to try this?”
My response was immediate. “Yes. With you.”
When he relaxed, I knew it was the correct answer. Gently, he turned me, then lifted, and I was amazed at his strength as I settled atop the desk beside the book.
He was watching me, his dark eyes difficult to read. “Spread your legs, Cecelia.”
As I did, and as I gathered my skirts again, lifting them to bare my stocking-clad knees and thighs, my own gaze dropped to where his hand held his cock. No,strokedhis cock. His gaze followed the journey of my skirts, his palm lazily spreading my arousal fluid across his hardness.
I swallowed.
I had done that. I had coated his cock when I’d come on it. How…deliciously naughty. This—what we were doing here and now—was what every schoolmistress had warned me against. What my mother had warned me against.
But Lord Simon would never hurt me. He wanted what was best for me, and he knew what that was.
So I was breathless as I spread my legs farther apart, bunching my skirts on either side of my hips, and reached between my thighs to spread my bloomers.
His gaze dropped to my core, and I heard him suck in a breath. “Exquisite.”
Was it? I’d never paid much attention to that area of my body, until the book had arrived. I had to admit, though…the illustrationsdidmake my cunny look exquisite.
Exquisite and capable of much pleasure.
Lord Simon stepped between my legs.
“I’d like to fuck you again, Cecelia. I want to fill you with my cock, then with my seed, and make you writhe with pleasure. Do you want that?”
How could I be so aroused again already? “Oh, yes, my lord,” I whispered, my fingers already gliding along my wetness. “Please.”
He positioned himself at my entrance, his hand still lazily stroking himself. “Say it.” Midnight blue eyes bore into mine. “Say the words.”
My tongue darted out across my lower lip. “I want you to fill me up with your seed, my lord. I want to create the next Duke of Ardgave for you.”
His smile was slow and approving. “Good girl,” he drawled.
And then he thrust forward.
This time, he wasn’t as gentle. This time his plunges were stronger, accompanied by grunts, and I swore I could feel him deeper inside me than before.
And yet…
My arms went to his shoulders, then his neck, as I held on tightly. The pleasure I’d felt earlier had been a soft sort of haze compared to this. I was confused how—why—my body could be enjoying this so much. Perhaps it was because of the hard length of him and the spots his cock hit, deep within me.
