Page 69 of Their Master

Her body clenched at his heated look and crude words.

He smiled when she tightened around his fingers. “Do you find the image of yourself full and rounded with my child arousing?” he asked, easing in a third finger. “I’ve discovered it’s enough to get me hard no matter where I am, or who I’m with.”

Moira grunted when he splayed his fingers, stretching her, and then smirked. “Anywhere?” she teased. “And with anyone? I imagine that could be quite… embarrassing.”

He barked a laugh. “You little witch, you’re damned right it can be embarrassing.”

She couldn’t help grinning as she imagined him meeting with other titans of industry, his trousers grotesquely tented.

“I have never understood the predilection to hide away a pregnant woman. I cannot wait to take you out and show you off as the physical manifestation of my virility.” He laughed at the obnoxious words and Moira couldn’t help joining him.

“That is so masculine and arrogant, is it not?”

“Very,” she agreed, privately liking the image more than she ought.

He leaned back and unbuttoned his trousers. “No time like the present to begin.” He positioned his wetly gleaming crown against her entrance and thrust hard, taking her deeply enough to make her wince.

“Does that give you a bit of an ache?” he mocked, his thumb working her throbbing bud while he fucked her hard enough to make her dizzy. “Tell me what it feels like.”

“It is the most intense combination of pleasure and pain—and it hurts—” the last word was a raw gasp as he hilted himself and then kept her full. Moira struggled to take enough air into her lungs, bright spangles obscuring her vision. “I need—”

“I know what you need,” he rasped, his hips commencing to drum. “When we get home, I’m going to whip your tits.”

His words pushed her over the edge and Smith gave a triumphant shout and buried himself to the hilt, his thick shaft jerking and spasming inside her.

∞∞∞

Smith sprawled out on his carriage seat, watching Moira straighten her clothing. “Luke is quite a whip hand. I hired him from the Briar Palace.”

“Yes, that is what he said.”

“I’m going to have him prepare you for tonight. Would you like that?”

Her hands trembled slightly as she smoothed down her gown. “Yes. I would like that,” she finally said, meeting his gaze, her expression unreadable. “A great deal.”

Smith grinned. His Moira: what went on inside her head? Whatever it was, she wasn’t sharing. At least not with him.

“Oh? What else would like him to do to you?” he asked.

“Anything you wish,” she said without hesitation.

Well, well, well. What a lovely evening awaited them.

Smith summoned Luke immediately when they arrived at the house.

“Undress your mistress and then accompany her to my chambers.”

Luke’s brow furrowed only slightly, but he nodded and the two left.

Up in his room Smith had Knox undress him, pour him a drink, and then he dismissed him for the evening. He settled in a chair before the fire, and reflected on the pleasant evening.

Moira had genuinely enjoyed herself—he’d seen that much in her eyes—and his business partners and their spouses had liked her. It had been an excellent evening. He’d suffered a brief pang seeing Jojo with Chatham, but it had passed. She was happy and that pleased him. Smith wouldn’t have wanted to keep her if she’d wanted to be with somebody else.

The door to his chambers opened and Moira entered, wearing an emerald-green dressing gown, Luke on her heels.

One look at Luke’s blank face told Smith the man hadn’t guessed yet at his role this evening.

“I want you to strip and bind Moira for me, Luke—in the usual way.”

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