Page 41 of A Season for Smugglers (Deception and Discipline 3)

Nathan wanted to hurt her. Wanted to hear her cries of pain. Wanted to feel the hot slick of her arousal that erotic torture elicited.

“Oh…” Her voice was breathless as she tugged her wrists.

Nathan watched her expression as he filled one hand with her bare breast, thrust out at him, thanks to the way her hands were tied behind her. He had her right where he wanted her.

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Lily

Finding herself naked on Nathan’s lap while he was fully clothed was oddly exciting, making her feel even more out of control. Sensual. As though she had become a wanton creature, an object of desire, which was not how she had ever seen herself. Josie had always been the beautiful one, the one who men tripped over their feet to be near, the one who collected suitors as easily as she did poems about her beauty.

The way Nathan was looking at her, the feverish light in his eyes, made her feel like Aphrodite. Lily had always related more to Athena, never dwelling too much on beauty or physical pleasure, but Nathan made her feel like she was the only woman in the world.

When his hand cupped her breast, fingers tightening in an almost punishing grip, she gasped and squirmed even more on his lap. His other hand cupped her buttocks from behind, keeping her secure on his lap, which she needed. With her hands tied behind her back, she felt more off-balance than ever.

He watched her closely, studying her, as his fingers closed around her nipple and tightened to a painful pinch. Lily knew he was testing her, seeing if she would protest his rough handling, and she was determined not to. If she did, the road would stop here, and she wanted to travel its full length.

Despite the harshness of the pinch and the way the little bud throbbed in his grip, another part of her anatomy was throbbing as well. The sensation of pain and pleasure went straight to her core, feeding the growing desire there, stirring her passions. Running his hand along her side, Nathan slid his touch from her buttocks to her other breast, so he was tormenting both. Now she knew what he meant by torment.

Rough caresses, squeezing the soft flesh to the point of pain, pinching her nipples so tightly, her back arched, and she bit back a cry. Her inner muscles clenched, and hot need pulsed through her alongside waves of pain. When the tight grip on her nipples released, the little buds still throbbed, and when Nathan bent his head to take one between his teeth, the sharp scrape was nearly more than she could bear.

She writhed on his lap, gasping and shuddering, tugging at the fabric around her wrists without really meaning to. Being unable to move her arms added to her arousal, knowing she was helpless against him, made her even hotter and wetter.

Mouth on her breast, teeth biting and scraping against soft, sensitive flesh, he thrust his hand between her legs. Two fingers pushed into her roughly, stretching her hard and fast, and Lily cried out. This was what he meant by rough. Their wedding night, his touch had been firm but gentle.

This was wilder. Rawer. Far less refined.

And it roused her passions even more than his gentleness had.

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Nathan

Cock throbbing in the confines of his trousers, Nathan was far rougher with Lily than he had meant to be as she responded to his attentions. The little buds of her nipples had turned dark red from his pinches and nips. He could hear the pain in her gasps, yet she did not ask him to stop. When he touched her pussy, he found her utterly soaked, proof she was enjoying this as much as she had their wedding night.

Shoving two fingers inside her, he enjoyed the clench of her muscles, the way she moaned and arched. He pulled away so her nipple was stretched between her body and his teeth. Nathan refused to let go, causing her to whimper as she ground herself against his hand. Spreading his legs to force her legs wider, he felt her shifts of movement as she maintained her balance. He pumped his fingers and rubbed her with the heel of his palm, feeling her curls sliding against his skin.

This was not all he wanted to do to her.

Sliding his fingers out of her, he held the slick digits up to her lips. Lily’s eyes widened as the musky scent of her arousal filled the air between them.

“Lick them clean,” he ordered in a husky voice. This would not be painful, but if she resisted, he would have a good reason to punish her, and if she was obedient, it was another indicator of how far she was willing to go… how submissive she would be to him.

Her little pink tongue flicked out nervously, her gaze skittering up and down between his eyes and his fingers as she tasted herself for what he was sure was the first time. The throbbing pulse of his cock, his desire for her, surged as he watched her. Bloody hell. Innocence was not usually a draw, but there was something intensely erotic about leading her down the path of depravity and seeing her experience such perversion for the first time and gauging her reactions.

“Open your mouth.” If he let her go at her own pace, they would be here all night. Lily’s eyes widened, but she parted her lips, and Nathan pushed his fingers between them. Her tongue flicked the digits, licking far more productively now that his fingers were in her mouth, then she automatically sucked.

The sensation made his balls tighten as his imagination supplied what it would feel like for her to do the same to his cock. Moving his fingers back and forth in her mouth, it was all too easy to imagine shoving his cock between her lips and feeling her tongue dancing along the underside of his shaft. Right now, he did not have the control he needed for that.

Pulling his fingers away, now cleaned of her arousal, he studied her expression. Pupils dilated, cheeks flushed, lips still parted even though he’d removed his fingers… all the signs of passion remained.

He reached behind her and pulled the cravat loose from around her wrists. This was why he had not tied it tightly. He’d known the moment would come when he wanted on her back and to tie her to the bed. His other hand ran down her back to her buttocks, squeezing one cheek firmly before he spoke in a husky voice.

“Over to the bed. I want you on your back with your hands above your head.” Legs spread, too, but he would wait to give that command. First, he wanted to see if she would follow this one. Naked as she was, being on his lap was one thing; walking where he could watch her—examine every inch of her—would be another.

The realization in her eyes when she got to her feet and Nathan remained seated was as enjoyable as touching her had been. He could see her nervousness, her anxiousness as she turned and walked to the bed, her bottom swaying back and forth enticingly the whole way.

There was nothing as erotic as watching a woman willingly obey his commands, and knowing Lily had no experience with such things, that she was unsure of herself and nervous at the display but doing it anyway made it all the more enjoyable.

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