Текст книги "Bad Grace "

Автор книги: Annabel Chant

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    Forty One

Her

He led me back to the entrance hall, and up one of the sweeping, stone staircases. At the top, he guided me right, into a corridor and through a panelled door into a living room. It had the same high ceilings as the rest of the place, with an open fire and Edwardian furnishings. I looked about me, taking in only the most obvious details. I was too overwrought to focus properly.

He closed the door and came up behind me, putting his hands on my waist.

‘Did you mean it?’ he said. ‘When you said you’d fallen in love with me?’

He turned me round, gently, to face him.

‘I…I don’t know,’ I said. ‘Yes…no…maybe…’

He raised an eyebrow. ‘Yes, no, maybe? Hmm. And you moan about me being vague with my answers.’

‘I don’t,’ I said, with a sniff, then remembered Leadenhall Market. ‘Oh, right, yes, I suppose I do.’

‘So which is it?’ He pulled me in closer. ‘I don’t do maybes.’

I looked up into his enchanting blue eyes, their lashes so dark and thick, and sighed. ‘Yes, I suppose.’

‘I suppose.’ He pulled me into him and kissed the top of my head. ‘Jeez, I’m getting all the love tonight.’

The warmth of his arms around me, and the hard planes of his chest against my cheek, made me catch my breath. ‘There’s no suppose about it,’ I said, reluctantly. ‘As well you know.’

He pulled back from me and smiled, looking relieved. ‘I know no such thing,’ he said. ‘If I did, I wouldn’t have needed to ask.’

He led me over to the couch and sat me down. ‘To be honest,’ he said. ‘I didn’t think you were interested. God knows, I tried…’

I looked up at him, disbelievingly. ‘How could you not have known? I thought you hated me.’

‘Hated you?’ He looked shocked. ‘How could you think…I’ve done my best to look out for you. I’ve had your back, even when you didn’t know it.’

I nodded. This much was true.

‘But,’ I felt my cheeks start to redden. ‘You didn’t try to stop me…tonight…in there.’ I shuddered as I said it.

‘Let me get you a drink,’ he said. ‘And I’ll explain.’

He went over to a cabinet. It was full of bottles of wine and, as he sorted through, I gazed around the room. It wasn’t just elegant, it was opulent, with beautiful cornicing and sage green flock wallpaper. It suited the Castle, but I wasn’t sure it suited him.

‘Is this where you live, then?’ I said, getting up and walking around. There were photos of him on the mantelpiece. I guessed they were of his student days, because they were mainly of sporting teams; rowers, rugby players, cricketers.

‘No.’ He poured the wine. ‘I seldom come here, but they keep it ready for me. I live in the City.’

‘And who’s this?’ I said, indicating a small photo, in a simple frame, which took pride of place in the centre of all the others.

‘Just an old friend,’ he said. He’d got out a bottle of whiskey, and was pouring himself a glass.

‘She’s beautiful.’ I couldn’t help a pang of jealousy.

‘She’s very like you, as a matter of fact,’ he said, coming up behind me. He put my wine into my hand, and let his hand drop to my hip. ‘She’s not…around anymore.’

‘Dead?’

He nodded, and raised his glass. ‘To Aimee,’ he said. ‘For whom I do all the things I do.’

On that cryptic note, he steered me back over to the sofa.

‘Sit down, Miss Anderton,’ he said.

I sat down on the sofa.

‘Stand up.’

‘Is this some sort of game?’ I said, as I got, once again, to my feet.

‘Not exactly,’ he said, regarding me with a certain degree of amusement.’Now sit down.’

I sat down again. ‘Does this serve any purpose?’

‘Yes, very much so,’ he said, sitting on the arm of the sofa. ‘It makes me think Alex may have been right in his assessment of you.’

‘Which was what, exactly?’ I couldn’t remember what he’d said. I’d been almost hysterical when I’d left the playroom.

‘That you’re submissive,’ he said and looked down at me, amused. ‘Didn’t you know?’

‘I’m no such thing.’ I took a sip of wine and glared at him.

‘Spirited,’ he said, with a smile. ‘But you do asyou’re told, which is often a sign. Stand up.’

‘I won’t.’

He raised his eyebrows. ‘A challenge,’ he said. ‘I like it.’

‘It’s not funny,’ I said. ‘I don’t know what you’re talking about.’

‘Stand up, Miss Anderton.’

I stood up and then, when I realised what I’d done, I went to sit down again.

‘No,’ he said, and I stopped in my tracks. He looked up at me, amused again. ‘Now I’m giving you permission, you may sit down.’

I was tempted to stay on my feet, just to spite him, but in the end, I sat down, disgruntled. He was playing games with me again, and just when it’d seemed we were getting somewhere. To make matters worse, each time he’d ordered me about, I’d been dimly aware of my clit twitching in response. I shouldn’t be getting turned on by this – I really shouldn’t – but for some reason, I was, and it only served to make me crosser.

Whether he’d sensed I wasn’t amused, or whether it was playing on his mind too, he took a sip of whiskey and then changed the subject.

‘Now,’ he said. ‘About tonight. Did you really think I’d done all that purely for my enjoyment?’

I looked down at my wine. ‘I suppose not, no.’

‘I derived no satisfaction whatsoever from…’ He paused and drank some whiskey. ‘…what happened.’

‘Honestly?’

‘Honestly.’

‘But,’ I said. ‘You didn’t try to stop me.’

‘Not true,’ he said. ‘I did try. I asked you to think carefully. Christ, I even begged you not to ask me for it, and I’ve never once begged in my life.’

He spoke steadily but he looked choked and, for the first time, I really understood.

‘I’m sorry,’ I said, in little more than a whisper. ‘But you could’ve told me how you felt.’

‘I thought it was obvious,’ he said, with a shrug. ‘And you still persisted with your one-woman ride to ruin. In the end, I knew I had to wait it out, and hope that you came to me.’ He frowned. ‘I’d just about given up hope.’

‘Well…’ I put down my wine. ‘Here I am.’

‘And not a moment too soon.’

He pulled me up from the couch and took me in his arms, tilting his head to nuzzle at my neck. I tipped my head back and leaned in towards him, pressing my body against his as if I could melt into him. His lips traced a path up my neck and across my cheek, his stubble brushing it as his lips sought mine. As they found my mouth, I opened it eagerly, desperate to taste his tongue, to probe his mouth with mine. He moved one hand up, behind my neck, cradling my head as he kissed me greedily. The other, he used to pin my hips to his, in promise of what was to come.

For the first time that night, I felt the true thrill of passion igniting my clit and, when he pulled away and whispered, ‘Shall we go to bed?’ I only nodded, desperate to kiss him, to feel him, to touch him again.

    Forty Two

Her

We made our way clumsily to the bedroom, knocking into the sideboard and various doorframes on our way, but I didn’t care. I wanted to be in his arms, wrapped in his embrace, and I couldn’t bear to let him go. I’d never felt such desire for anyone.  It was so all encompassing I could barely breathe.

When we finally made it into the bedroom, he stopped and pulled away from me. It was panelled in wood, like so much of the Castle, and an ornate four-poster bed stood in the middle.

‘A bit ostentatious,’ he murmured in my ear. ‘But typical of this place and eminently suitable for what I have in mind.’

‘And that is?’

‘Do you really want to know, Miss Anderton?’

‘I do.’

‘Then, I’ll show you.’

I reached out to him again, aching to feel his warmth, but he stepped back.

‘Now, now,’ he said. ‘No touching.’

‘None?’ I said. It came out as a strangled gasp. I needed to touch him so badly. I needed to feel him against me, to run my hands over his chest, to put them to his back and pull him to me.

‘None.’

I was standing away from the bed and he circled around me.

‘Now,’ he said. ‘Where shall we begin?’

He bent down and took hold of the bottom of my dress. ‘Arms up, Miss Anderton,’ he said.

As he pulled my dress up and over my head, I moved, trying desperately to feel the touch of his hands…his body…anything, but he was too deft and evaded my every move.

‘Beautiful,’ he breathed, running his hands across my breasts. ‘Arms by your sides, now.’

‘I thought you said no touching?’ I said, reaching out to return the contact.

‘Come now, Miss Anderton, or I’ll be forced to cuff you.’ He frowned at me, amused.

I felt my eyes widen, and the tingling in my clit growing fiercer, as I reluctantly let my arms fall to my sides.

‘You don’t get to tell me what to do,’ he said, walking round behind me. His voice came next from behind my ear. ‘I can do as I please.’

‘Oh! Can you?’

‘In here,’ he amended. ‘You? You do as you’re told.’

He hooked his fingers in the sides of my panties, and slowly pulled them down the length of my legs until they were on the floor.

‘Step out of them, Angel.’

‘But I still have my heels on.’ I couldn’t see him, only feel his breath on my neck.

‘I know,’ he said, coming round to face me, as I stepped out of my panties. ‘And you look breath-taking.’

He ran his hands over my breasts again, and then let one continue its way down to my clit. As soon as I felt his fingers brush it for the first time, it ached for him, like every other part of my body was aching for him. The other hand he brought up to my mouth.

‘Now, I’m letting you touch me,’ he said. ‘On my terms.’

He held out one finger to me. ‘Open wide, Miss Anderton,’ he said, brushing my lips with it.

My lips parted of their own accord, and I stuck out my tongue, trying to lick it.

‘What’s this, Angel?’ he said, in mock reproval. ‘Are you being defiant?’

‘No, Sir,’ I said. I don’t know where it came from – whether it was from hearing his staff addressing him that way, or something else – but it seemed so natural. ‘No, Sir.’

‘But you poked your tongue out at me,’ he said, almost whispering. ‘And that was bad.’

‘Was it, Sir?’ I giggled, even as my body strained towards him, my mouth seeking to catch his finger.

‘Very definitely.’ He came round to the side of me, still trailing his finger across my face, teasing my open mouth. ‘And you know what happens to bad girls?’

‘No, Sir,’ I said, although I had a good idea.

‘They get spanked.’

He finally thrust his finger into my mouth and, as I sucked on it, he spanked my bare bottom, not once, not twice, but three times. With each smack, he thrust another finger into my mouth, until my mouth was stuffed with him. I must’ve looked terrible, but I didn’t care. I couldn’t get enough of him and I licked and sucked at his fingers, even as he started to inch them back out.

When they were about halfway out, he stopped and looked at me.

‘Hmm,’ he said. ‘You look even more delicious with your mouth full.’

I started to laugh, and he grinned back and winked at me.

‘I won’t ask if you know what I’m thinking of,’ he said. ‘I can tell you do. On your knees.’

I sank to my knees and gazed up at him. At that moment, I knew I was where I belonged.

‘Are you ready for this, Angel?’ he said, looking down at me.

I nodded, hardly daring to reply in case I somehow broke the spell he had over me.

‘Get it out, then.’

I fumbled with his fly, my fingers trembling with nerves and excitement. My clit was aching so much by now it was almost tortuous, but I ached even more to please him. When I finally managed to undo it, I grabbed his trousers and boxers together, and dragged them down to his knees.

‘A little more finesse might be appropriate, Miss Anderton,’ he said, sounding amused. ‘It’s a marathon, not a sprint.’

A marathon? I’d be lucky to survive another five minutes with this man, if I didn’t get my hands on him soon.

I lifted my hand to take hold of him, but he stepped back, away from me.

‘No touching, Angel.’

I looked up at him beseechingly, desperate to explore him with my fingers.

He just shook his head.

I reached out, my mouth open again, and he guided his shaft into it. As my lips closed around him, he let out a groan and pushed himself further in.

‘Oh my God,’ he said with a sigh. ‘Suck me, Angel.’

I did, and it nearly sent me past the point of no return. His cock was long, thick and straight, and the skin, warm and dry. He drove into me with slow, steady strokes and with each one, I longed for him to be on top of me, driving into the soft flesh between my open thighs. With each thrust, his shirt tails mingled with my hair, the buttons catching in it and tugging at my scalp. For some reason, it didn’t hurt – if anything, it just made me more excited.

His thrusts were coming quicker and deeper, pushing further into my mouth with every fresh assault. Just when I was expecting him to come and spurt his seed into my waiting mouth, he pulled out, leaving me there, my mouth still open, my breath coming hard and fast.

He stood, looking at me consideringly, for a moment or two.

‘Well, Angel,’ he said, finally. ‘Whatever am I going to do with you?’

I knew what I wanted him to do, and he knew it, too. I could see it in his eyes.

‘Well?’ he said. ‘You won’t get it, if you don’t ask for it.’

I mumbled it, almost under my breath, embarrassed to be saying such a thing aloud.

‘What did you say?’ he said, looking amused again. ‘I didn’t hear you.’

‘I said, fuck me,’ I repeated, slightly more audibly.

‘Louder.’

‘Fuck me.’

‘Louder.’

I no longer cared or felt embarrassed. I was lost in him.

‘Fuck me. Fuckmefuckmefuckmefuckmefuckme.’

‘See?’ he said. ‘You can be vocal when you choose to.’ He walked around me. ‘I might even do it, since you asked so nicely, but you didn’t say please, you know.’

‘Fuck me, please,’ I said. I was aching for him so much by now, and he was so infuriating, I couldn’t keep the sarcasm out of my voice.

He raised his eyebrows at my tone, and looked away, examining his nails disinterestedly. ‘I may do yet, but after that, you’ll have to beg.’

I was at my wit’s end by now. I was sure he was going to send me insane with desire. ‘Please, Sir,’ I said. ‘I beg you, fuck me.’

‘Are you sure?’ he said, bending down to pull me up. ‘On the bed, then.’

He pushed me backwards, onto the bed, and stood above me, looking down on my prone body, drinking it in. ‘And you said you weren’t submissive,’ he said, amusement all over his face.

I looked back at him, absorbing this new revelation.

‘Sit up, Miss Anderton, the time for games is over.’

I sat up on my elbow, and looked at him. He’d taken off his shirt and tie and was kicking off his shoes, his boxers…everything. In a moment, he was naked, and I couldn’t help a tiny gasp of desire. He was breath-takingly, earth-shatteringly beautiful, the tanned planes of his chest and arms and stomach as perfectly etched as his face. I was almost beside myself from the aching in my clit and the passion in my heart. If he didn’t take me soon, I thought I might actually expire, right there on his bed.

He didn’t seem to notice the effect he was having on me. At least, there was no longer any trace of amusement in his eyes, when he spoke. ‘Listen, and listen carefully,’ he said.

I nodded, trying to focus on his words, rather than his hard-muscled nakedness.

‘If I fuck you now, you’ll never fuck another man, ever again. Is that what you want?’

‘It’s what I want,’ I said. No one could ever surpass this man. Everything about him was beyond compare. It was a no-brainer.

‘Not even in your wildest fantasies, not without my express permission. Do you understand?’

I understood. My fantasies were no longer my own. I wanted it that way. At last, I had someone to share the burden.

‘Yes,’ I breathed. ‘Fuck me, please, Sir. Fuck me forever.’

    Forty Three

Him

It took everything I had to restrain myself from jumping straight onto her and ploughing her furrow, there and then. Her lithe, golden body, stretched out so invitingly across the sheets, coupled with the desperation in her voice, almost sent me over the edge.

I took a deep breath and regained my composure – to some extent, at least. ‘Lay back down, Angel,’ I said. ‘And spread your legs.’

Her eyes widened slightly and she looked uncomfortable, but she did as I said, pulling her knees up towards her and letting her thighs drop open. She lay there, looking awkward, as I let my gaze come to rest between her legs.

‘Wider,’ I said. ‘And pull your lips apart – I want to see everything.’

She hesitated, looking at me beseechingly, as if begging me to change my mind. There was no chance of that, though. Now I had her safe, her vulnerability and innocence were too much of a turn-on.

‘No secrets, Angel,’ I said. ‘I want you totally open, in every way.’

She gave an almost inaudible gasp at my words, but I got the feeling it was a gasp of excitement, rather than of shock. She put up no further protest, anyway, and put her fingers to her folds, parting them until she was fully exposed to me.

‘Beautiful.’ I couldn’t keep the lust from my voice and, forgetting everything I’d intended to do, I sank down between her legs, my fingers taking over from hers. I spread her even wider, until the soft pinkness of her inner flesh was exposed, then sank my tongue into her, lapping at her sweet juices as I toyed with her clit.

She let slip a sigh of pleasure and opened her thighs still wider. I pushed my tongue inside her, running it around her tight, grasping walls, before pulling out again. She let loose a wail, and I pushed back inside her, fucking her with my tongue, as she continued to moan.

She lifted her hands up, running her fingers through my hair. I let her carry on for a few moments, then I moved up on top of her, unable to restrain myself anymore.

‘I’m going to have you now, Angel,’ I murmured into her ear. ‘Now and forever.’

‘Yes,’ she whispered, her hands locked into the back of my hair. ‘Please, Sir.’

‘Good girl,’ I said, running my mouth across hers. Her lips were soft under mine, her breath hot and sweet.

I positioned my cock at her entrance, and held it there for a moment, savouring the anticipation that had been building inside me, ever since I’d taken her in my arms by the sofa. It was practically at boiling point now, and I was half worried I’d blow my load the moment I breached her.

She gave a cry of anguish. ‘Fuck me, please, Sir. Fuck me now.’

I guided my cock between her parted lips. As I pushed inside her, I took hold of her elbows and pinned her arms above her head, clasping her hands in mine to keep her in place.

She let loose a louder cry. ‘Oh, please, Dear God, let me touch you.’

I couldn’t help smiling, even as my cock throbbed harder with each thrust. This wasn’t the shy, self-conscious angel I’d walked with on the Embankment. This was the real deal. I had her now. She was mine to own, to use, to love – this enchanting contradiction of a woman.

‘Please,’ she repeated, with another wail. ‘Let me touch you. I need to.’

That she could seem at once so sweetly innocent and yet so ripe for corruption was almost too much for me to take. As I drove into her, she arched her hips up towards me, clutching at me as if she were afraid I’d disappear, or change my mind. She couldn’t have been more wrong. I could’ve stayed there forever in her, my fingers entwined with hers, her legs wrapped around my waist.

But not tonight. I needed her too badly and I relented.

‘Very well,’ I said, letting her hands free, and at once they were everywhere, running all over my body, as if she wanted to touch all of me at once. The sensation of her fingers, gripping the back of my neck, sent further thrills down to my cock. I drove into her harder, grinding against her with each stroke, eager to share the pleasure she was giving me. She ground back, her hips circling and matching me, thrust for thrust.

‘God, I’ve waited for this moment.’ I pulled back and looked into her eyes.

‘Me, too,’ she whispered.

For the first time, she looked truly bashful and went to turn her head away. I put my hand to her chin and stopped her. ‘What’s the matter, Angel? Don’t you want to look at me?’

‘It’s not that.’ She went to turn away again, but then seemed to think better of it. ‘It’s just, I’ve never…you know…done that before, during…’

I almost laughed. Every time I thought I knew this beautiful creature, she somehow wrong-footed me again. This girl, who had so nearly been taken by a whole gang of men, had never so much as held someone’s gaze during sex. It was almost unbelievable and yet, at the same time, oddly beguiling.

‘Well,’ I said, finally. ‘You’re going to look at me now, okay? No secrets, Angel.’

She nodded. ‘Yes, Sir,’ she whispered and, as I drove into her again, I stared right into her wide, liquid-blue eyes.

I could sense the difference, at once. It was as if breaking down this barrier had ramped the whole thing up a notch. She let loose a cry of pleasure and her whole back arched off the bed. She put her hands to my face, running her fingers across my cheeks and along my jaw, as I fucked her.

‘You’re mine, Angel,’I murmured, as her fingers trailed down my neck.

She didn’t answer, just nodded, tight and brief. She seemed as lost in me as I was in her, and the intensity of my emotions threatened to explode out through my cock. I needed some breathing space. I took hold of her hips and rolled over, onto my back, pulling her up on top of me as I did so.

It barely interrupted our rhythm and she sat up, her body arched backwards, as I pulled and teased at her nipples, before cupping her tits in my hands and pushing them together. I gripped them, using them to control her, to ram her cunt down harder onto my cock. She went with it, writhing like a pagan priestess, out of her mind in some opiate-fuelled sex ritual, and gasping wildly with each buck of her hips.

I could hardly believe it was actually happening, after everything that had occurred over the last few days. I’d really thought I’d lost her – this priestess, this…

‘Angel,’ I groaned, aloud.

‘Sir,’ she replied, jerking the word out in a gasp and, for once, the title didn’t grate on me.

‘Fuck me, Angel,’ I groaned, pulling her down on top of me and running my fingers down her back. Her tight nipples brushed my chest as we ground against each other, our tongues mingling in the space between our mouths as we struggled to get enough of each other. It was like a vampire’s frenzy. We were almost attacking each other by now, grinding and sucking and licking and biting, as if our lives depended on it.

Just as I thought I was going to have to slow down again, or risk coming before her, she let loose a cry. She pushed herself up again, and tipped her head back, her hair cascading down behind her in a shower of silver and gold. She looked as if she were in agony and she was, I knew, but it was an agony borne of ecstasy and we were in it together.

As we climaxed, my seed spurted into her grasping cunt in the sweetest release I’d ever experienced, and I knew, in that moment, that I owned her, body and spirit.