Page 3 of The Mistress, the Monster and the Marquess

“Yes, I do my lady. Why do you ask?”

“It’s Lina,” she crooned, before she began unbuttoning his shirt. Dropping her eyes to her hands, she felt marginally embarrassed that she had told him her name so easily; but with what she had in mind for him? My lady would just not do.

“Benedict.” he offered.

Lina looked up at his charming face and her breath caught in her throat. His smile was exceptional. Human beauty, for the most part, was fleeting and of no real interest to her, but this one was simply remarkable. With a square and masculine jaw, lovely, thick short-cropped brown hair, and the smoothest, cleanest skin—he was simply divine.

His shirt dropped to the floor, and she sighed as she circled him again. He had the body of a hard-working laborer, not a lay-about English lord, that much was evident. He was thickly muscled and had a gorgeous golden-brown sun-kissed complexion. She missed these sorts of men. Most of the gentlemen of the London ton were white, slender, and soft like reeds. Horrible really.

Benedict stood as still as a statue, neither touching her nor moving. Perfectly submissive.

“Benedict, I would like you to surrender yourself to me. Let me use you as I wish, trust me implicitly. And I will make all of your responsibilities and worries melt away.”

Benedict chuckled as he looked around her room at the impressive array of chains, riding crops, whips, and various lengths of rope. He obviously knew what she was suggesting as the scent of his arousal climbed even higher.

Lina’s fangs extended with longing. He smelled too good to be true.

“You wish to tie me up, Lina?”

Lina moved surreptitiously around behind him and concentrated on getting her fangs to retract. She didn’t want them out at the moment and hadn’t had a problem with control in a very long time. His delectable appeal was testing her. She slid her hands around his waist to unfasten his breeches. “Yes, I do. I will whip you and suck you. Then, if you are lucky? I will fuck you.”

Her living statue trembled as her words whispered across his hot skin. His hands clenching into fists at his sides, but he still didn’t move an inch.

“Step out of your breeches, my pet,” she commanded as she pushed his breeches down for him. A groan slipped from her lips when she felt his huge cock swing free and brush against her arm. She had felt it lurking beneath the layers of his clothing, straining for freedom, but had never imagined it would be so beautiful. The shaft was big and thick, the head broad and pink with blood.

Another gush of fluid lubricated her wanton pussy. There really wasn’t any choice. She definitely had to fuck him. Focusing on pushing her hunger for Benedict’s blood down to a less rampant level, she stalled for time. She wanted to play with her prey for a little while before giving into the ultimate temptation. “Walk over to the wooden step to your left.”

Benedict turned his head and located the piece of equipment she was talking about.

Lina sensed his fear inch up a notch, but he did as he was told. Lina watched him move, feeling his emotions flow through her as though they were her own. He was naturally confident, strong, and sure of himself. She would make him submit to her and when he did, he would find the greatest of pleasures in it.

“Now, lay across the bench and reach over as far down as you can.”

His eyes flashed a little, mutiny gathering in those beautiful yellow flecks. “Lina, I’m not going to...”

“You will do as I tell you to, Benedict.” She placed a soft blanket over the wood to protect his pelvis, then she pointed at the bench expectantly. She could make him, she was far stronger, but this type of pleasure had to be accepted willingly. There simply was no other way.

“Will you hurt me?” he asked hesitantly.

She flashed him a smile no one had ever managed to resist. “Yes, but I will not harm you. If you yell stop, I’ll stop. You have my word.”

His eyes narrowed as he replayed her words over in his mind, clearly weighing up his limited options.

She held his gaze, then pointed again, a single brow raised.

He sighed then, but laid over the wood, his buttocks high, round, and delightfully firm.

Lina groaned at the sight. What a magnificent specimen of a human male. She knelt on the floor quickly to secure his ankles and wrists to the four separate legs of the bench, spreading him wide as she did so. Lina then stood and removed the annoying barriers of her dress, chemise, and shoes. Clad only in her garter belt and silk stockings, she pressed herself against Benedict’s ass, her wet pussy aching for relief against the need clawing at her.

“Fuck... Lina!” Benedict struggled against his bonds, but they were far too strong for a mere human to break free from.

“Such a nice ass you have, Benedict, and not a single mark on it. Would you like me to spank you?”

He was silent as she reached between his legs and cupped his warm and heavy sac.

“Perhaps,” he finally answered.

The light, teasing tone of his response made her smile. She loved his cheekiness. With unparalleled control, she swung her arm and spanked him: twice on the left cheek and four times on the right.

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