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His eyes were smoldering now as he reached out his hand to fondle her breast.
“No! Behave yourself and go to your own couch. I’ll join you for dessert.”
At that moment, Nora came in with the dinner and Mark helped her take the platters from the tray and place them on the small serving table, placing himself between the servant and Diana. He was much too modest to let Nora see her lady in this state of undress! “We’ll serve ourselves. That will be all, thank you, Nora.” Mark went to his own dining couch.
“Come over here,” he commanded.
“No! I told you I would join you for dessert.”
“If you are my slave, you had better learn to obey my orders.” His voice held a tone of total authority. “Come over and show me how to place these cushions.”
She went slowly, never taking her eyes from his. “Recline upon your side.” She placed the large cushion at his back. “Now tuck this small cushion beneath your elbow.”
She stood beside his couch, nervously running her hands along the handle of the whip she had taken from him. A shaft of desire pierced his loins as he watched her fondle the flagellum. He undid the tie on his robe so that the black velvet fell open to reveal his naked splendor.
“Pleasure me,” he commanded.
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In that moment he was so darkly dominant Diana was almost regretful that she was not his slave. He made her weak with desire. But both knew they were only playing a love game.
She moved her hand up and down the phallic handle with mock innocence. “You are very demanding,” she said softly.
“I am a man. I give the orders, you obey them.”
Both were becoming aroused without even touching the other. Beneath the banter was a note of total authority that made her want to behave shamelessly with him. She trailed the leather thongs of the flagellum across one flat, bronzed nipple, moved it slowly down his ribcage and across his taut belly. When she gave his erection a tap on the head, he snatched it from her roughly.
Her lashes swept her cheeks, all contrite. “I’m sorry,” she murmured, and slid to her knees beside his couch. She bestowed a kiss upon the carmine crown of his jutting manhood, heard the intake of his ragged breath, then with the tip of her wet tongue delicately traced every inch of him.
When he opened his eyes, she had retreated to her own couch. She gave him a sultry look that promised him paradise. “That was just an aperitif until we get to the main course.”
“Little vixen,” he growled. “If you have a taste for teasing games, I shall give you a few lessons.”
The following morning saw them again racing across the fields. When Diana lost once more, Mark grinned at her and said, “I intend to mount you better this afternoon.”
“Surely you couldn’t improve on last night’s mounting?” she drawled outrageously.
“I can always try,” he said, winking. “You know what I mean. We’ll go shopping for a mare for you this afternoon.”
“Why can’t I have a stallion?”
“You can have anything you desire, but I’d prefer to be the only male in your life, and a mare would make Trajan exceedingly happy.”
“Your stallion in Aquae Sulis was named Trajan.”
Mark smiled into her eyes. “Coincidence doesn’t quite explain it, does it my love?”
He took her to a breeding farm at Avebury and let her have her pick. Diana chose a young mare with a blond mane that rivaled her own. “Do you think she’s too young to breed?” she asked her husband.
Suddenly, Mark wasn’t thinking of horses at all. He was overcome with the fierce desire to plant his own seed in his beautiful young wife. “I think she’s absolutely perfect.” He hugged her to his side and dropped a quick kiss on her golden head.
They didn’t arrive home until twilight, where Mr. Burke awaited them with news they had been expecting. While they were at Avebury, Richard Davenport had delivered a legal paper he had filed with the courts to have his niece’s marriage annulled on the grounds that written consent had not been obtained from her guardian. The case would come to court at the Easter Assizes, four days before Diana turned eighteen.
She tried not to show how upset she was, but Mark knew her too intimately not to feel her distress.
“It’s a damn good thing I wasn’t here,” he cursed. “I would have set the dogs on him.”
Diana was thankful her husband had not been at home, for she knew he was capable of much more than setting the dogs on her uncle.
