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He got up beside her head, then swung his leg over her, so he straddled her shoulders, putting her parted, swollen lips in the perfect place to take his cock. “Open, Mia. You’re going to suck. It’s a different angle, but one you might find interesting.”

She swallowed hard, licking her lips, which had her tongue flicking against the tip of his arousal. Her hesitation lasted a second longer, but then she did as he told her, lifting her head to take him into her hot, wet mouth, her velvet tongue gliding against his shaft.

“Perfect, angel.” Nicholas gripped her hair at the back of her head and began moving her head as he thrust into her full lips. He didn’t play rough or push deep—just easing a little more than half his length into her. “You like sucking my cock, don’t you?”

She moaned something that sounded like “yes” around his erection.

“Good. I’ve been hard for hours, Mia. Watching your breasts bounce in the carriage. Watching those pretty lips in conversation with the neighbors ... I’ll have to come quickly.” He thrust further, just enough to feel the edge of her throat, the startled tension in her shoulders. Her hands flexed helplessly in their prison. He drew back and resumed his slower, shallow pace, relishing the drag of her skin, the moans as he went just deep enough to remind her she had no control.

“Don’t worry. I won’t teach your throat to take me tonight.” He arched his neck, looking up at the blissful shadows above in the bed’s ancient canopy. “Some other night. Some ... other ... fuck...” He held her head steady, flexing his hips, riding out the pulsing pleasure.

“Swallow,” he growled, pushing himself to the back of her mouth with the first jet. Mia keened, writhing under him. He tightened his hold on her hair to trap her and sighed her name as he finished.

“M—my lord...?” The plaintive whisper as he pulled out of her mouth made him chuckle. He looked down, wiping a drop of his seed from her cheek and spreading it across her lower lip.

“Well done, angel.” He got off her, fisting his damp cock thoughtfully.

The pressure eased, but he remained hard. Needing. Nicholas lay down and pushed her shift out of the way to cover her breasts in light kisses, using his whiskers against her swollen nipples so she’d jump, only to suck the sting away and begin the cycle anew.

“Poor Mia. All tied up. Defenseless...” He walked his fingers over her shivering flesh and down her stomach, into her dripping curls. “Sore, and tight, and so abused.” He circled her opening with a finger and her nipple with his tongue. “You’ll just have to let me finish with you. You can’t even push away if I slip this cock into this aching cunt.” A flick of her clit made her squeak.

“M—My lord. Please ... please, I ... I’m sore. I—”

“Hush. I know.” He kissed her lips, already bruising from being fucked. He imagined how swollen they might be if he’d fucked her mouth longer and almost forgot his plans. “But you can take this, Mia.”

Nicholas slunk further along her prone form. Her whimpers grew sharper as his lips forged a path along her hip bone, the slope of her concave stomach, and to her thigh. When he finally put his mouth against her feverish clit, she wailed his name. He rewarded her with a finger thrust into her channel. Mia sobbed, thrashing pointlessly against her bonds, but Nicholas didn’t pay her pleas any further notice. Not with her bared, slick folds in front of him.

Nicholas fastened his lips to her sex, slaking a need he’d let build since he first lifted her skirts. Before, he had to worry if she demurred, if she startled, if she let modesty win over pleasure. Not now. He feasted on her dripping sex, lapping and sucking by turns, using his fingers on her opening, her clit, her ass. He didn’t have to hurt her, didn’t need to. Even the lightest breath, the faint whisper of skin against her own, tore delicious moans from his bride. She tasted of salt and innocence. He devoured every drop and wrung more cream from her with twisting, invading fingers, ignoring her startled scream with the first orgasm.

And the second.

“You said gentle, darling.” He licked her clit, teasing the hood until Mia choked out his name again.

“T—that’s not ... I c—can’t ... Nicholas!”

“Oh, poor angel. Mia dolcezza, do you want more?” It wouldn’t take long. She was already clenching down on his fingers, gasping in a way he’d learned the first time he got her off.

“I c—can’t!”

“You’re here for your lord’s pleasure. He wants to make you come.” He slapped her thigh to remind her and to make her jump before he resumed his assault upon her flesh. Only once she’d arched up, pleading—wailing— as she convulsed against his hand, did he pull back.

“God. Nicholas please. My lord ... it’s too much.”

Nicholas rose over her again, taking a moment to kiss her wet cheeks. “Hush, mia dolcezza. My darling. Hush. You’re here. And I’m not ready to let go.” He wedged himself between her spread and helpless thighs, running his palm along her tender skin, the silky hair at her apex, then tracing up and over her abdomen. His hard cock found her vulnerable entrance as he loomed above her.

“O—oh god. Y—you’re too much. You—”

“Gentle, darling. Just relax.” A barely-there stroke along her clit distracted her as he slid just the tip of his cock into her. It was enough. Nicholas looked down hungrily, watching her body stretch around his, her hips twisting in shock and need. He drank in her pleading stare, the faint trace of fear in the pinched line of her brow. “Remind me to be gentle, Mia. Beg your lord for mercy.”

“Mercy,” she gasped, dazed eyes meeting his. “Please, my lord. Please b—be careful.”

“Am I hurting you?” he asked, pausing with his cock half-buried inside her. “That poor little cunt’s so wet. Is it sore too, sweetheart?”

“Y—yes.” She sniffled, shivering with his hand sweeping over her breasts. He circled one fingertip around her left nipple, knowing full well it must be throbbing with all the rough play. Mia rewarded him with a whimper.

“Do you want me to stop fucking you, Mia?” He looked into her eyes, waiting.

He’d gotten a deeper suspicion that she enjoyed exploring her pain the last few days—that she certainly came harder and more frequently when he was spanking or pinching or otherwise giving her an edge to her pleasure. A discovery which had burned his good intentions to ash and ignited the current obsession he felt with her and every breath she took. He wanted to haunt her every step, a phantom of sensations and marks upon her flesh, making her drip and blush with each debauched echo.