Page 79 of A Duchess Bound
“Please,” she whispered.
“Please,” he said mockingly. “Look at how wet you are! If I am not careful, you will find your release before I have even entered you.”
“I will try not to.”
“You will have no choice.”
Gerard pressed his tip inside her, and Dorothy’s muscles tensed. Her hips tilted upwards as far as the ties would allow, which was only a few inches. He pushed himself deeper inside, her wells stretching. It was notquitepainful, but the sensation was tight and uncomfortable. A whimper escaped her throat, and Gerard froze. He was only half-buried inside her.
“Shall I stop?”
“No!” she exclaimed, horrified at the notion. “No, just…give me a moment.”
He did, waiting as she adjusted. She shifted her hips, drawing a groan from his mouth. Dorothy shivered at the sound, for it seemed as though he found her movements very pleasurable, indeed.
“I am ready,” she said.
He grasped her hips and pushed himself to the hilt. Dorothy gasped, her fingers searching to grasp something, but she found only empty air. She had the sensation of being unfathomablyfull, her walls stretching and struggling to accommodate his girth.
Gerard pulled slowly out and pushed back in, every movement the picture of caution. Dorothy’s breath quickened. Her body wanted to shift and move, but because of the bindings, she could not. She tried to shift her hips up to meet his thrusts, whining when she could not.
He quickened his pace, and her body relaxed. Her inner walls clenched around his length, and she no longer experienced the painful tightness that had accompanied his first thrust. Gerard pushed in and out, falling into a rhythm. She fought to match him, her hips jolting up and meeting his. They moved together, her body jolting over the bed linens with each thrust of his manhood.
She tossed her head back, groaning in pleasure as that familiar and welcome sensation of climbing stirred within her. Dorothy’s back arched, her thighs quivered, and her limbs strained against the binding silk.
“Oh, yes!” she exclaimed. “Yes!”
She gasped for air. Her body moved without a thought, desperate to reach that familiar release.
Gerard withdrew. Her walls clenched wildly, and she gasped. “No!”
He laughed and moved onto his knees, his manhood trembling and damp with the evidence of her arousal. “I promised that I would punish you. I think it will be some time yet before I let you experience the pleasure that you so ardently desire.”
Dorothy tried to press her thighs together to curl the frustrating, aching pulse of her core, but to no avail. “Please,” she begged. “Please, let me come.”
“I will.” He took himself in hand and pressed against her entrance once more. “Eventually.”
Her core eagerly clenched around him and sought to draw him in. And they began again. He drove inside her, quickening his pace. His movements were brisk and fierce, and she screamed in pleasure.
Dorothy’s body quivered almost at once, her muscles all going tight with the exertion of their labors. She looked down, spying her trembling breasts and her hard, elongated nipples. He gripped her hips, and she watched his body as he moved. His muscles were taut and his jaw clenched. As he gazed at her, his eyes were as hard as stone and seemed to blaze into her very soul.
Dorothy curled and uncurled her fingers, gasping breathlessly as he drove into her. She closed her eyes, as she neared the pinnacle of her bliss, and he?—
He stopped. Dorothy’s eyes snapped open, a little knot of despair curling in her chest. Her inner walls still clenched around him, and she bucked her hips, trying to find her release without his aid. It was not enough. With a dismayed wail, she struggled and shifted against him.
Gerard shook his head. “Poor girl,” he said. “I only taught you to use your hands and my manhood, and you cannot make use of either them or me.”
Tears sprang to her eyes, and a little whimper escaped from between her lips. “Please, Gerard.”
He jolted his hips forward once and no more.
“Please, I cannot bear it!” she cried.
Gerard smiled fondly and rubbed the inside of her thighs. “You can, and you will.”
Dorothy forced her hips upward, as much as the ties would allow, and groaned. Seeing the futility of it, she let her body fall back onto the bed linens. “I cannot!”
He thrust into her again, moving with agonizing slowness. Dorothy groaned. Gerard caressed her thighs and moved himself steadily in and out of her, moving too slowly for her to find release. Dorothy was half-mad for want of him. She struggled and shifted. Inarticulate sounds tore from her mouth. Dorothy was too lost in the sensations of him to make a proper plea for mercy.
