Badcock (13 page)

“Be very specific,” he teased, curling a lock of her hair around his index finger. “Tell me in vivid detail what you would like me to do. I am your most humble and willing servant, my lady.”

She giggled and slapped his shoulder lightly. “I’m being serious.”

He waggled his eyebrows at her. “So am I.”

She groaned. “Seriously, Jack. The last time you brought me here, you thought I was someone else. Someone who
desired
to be…spanked and…and punished.”

Chagrined, he grimaced. “I apologize. I will never spank your delectable little
arse
again.”

“No!” she said quickly. “What I’m trying to tell you is that…what I’m
asking
is am I a wanton because I
enjoyed
those things?”

He laughed. “Of course not, love. Many women enjoy tantalizing torments.”

“But why? Why would I find being…spanked by you…pleasurable?” she asked.

“I don’t know but I would venture to guess that perhaps you enjoy having your control taken from you. Without the ability to say no, you have permission to indulge in your most secret desires,” he said.

He made sense. She’d been taught all her life that women were to merely endure copulating for the sake of siring offspring. But Jack had only spilled his seed in her the one time.

It was as if he weren’t interested in creating sons. Was it because she was not and would never be his wife? And although she’d already avowed her love for him—and knew without a doubt that she’d love this man until her death—he’d never divulged any feelings for her.

“What’s the matter?” he asked. “You seem pensive. You don’t regret your decision, I hope. Because I fear it’s too late to turn back now.”

“No,” she said. “I will never regret it. I hope you don’t, either.”

“Darling, no,” he said, drawing her closer. “No. Never.”

She averted her gaze. “But you…I know how children are created and you…you don’t…you haven’t…”

“Sophia,” he said, surprised. “Do you want my children?”

“I—”

“I was protecting you,” he said. “I want
you
. I want us to enjoy one another and if there comes a time when you desire children, I shall certainly give them to you. As many as you want.”

She bit her bottom lip. She’d never considered he might care enough about her to protect her from becoming pregnant. Suddenly, she loved him more than ever because it was abundantly clear to her that she was completely safe with this man.

“But for now, let us explore each other,” he whispered. “Let me do all the things to you that please you.” His warm hand drifted down her side and over her hip. His touch reignited her desire. Liquid heat unfurled in her abdomen and pooled between her legs.

“I want to do all those things with you,” she said. Her gaze penetrated his so there would be no mistaking her intention. “Right now.”

His pupils enlarged, nearly obliterating the blue. He took her face in his hand and kissed her. His lips plied hers gently at first and then with insistence. Her stomach somersaulted when his tongue slipped through the opening she left for him. That was all it took. With a soft growl, he began to devour her. His hand grazed down her body, stopping to caress her breast and tug her nipple, then lower, skimming her belly to dip between her legs.

He dragged his mouth from hers. Intoxicated with need, she blinked, trying to focus.

“If, at any time, you wish me to stop, merely say stop,” he said. “You may protest all you want. Tell me no. Tell me you cannot bear it any longer. But when you tell me to stop—when you use that word—I will stop. Do you understand?” he asked.

Comprehension emerged that he had offered her a password. He intended to take her to the very edge and beyond and all the control belonged to her with one word.
Stop.
She nodded.

Her pulse accelerated.

He threw back the covers and climbed out of the bed. “Get up,” he ordered. “Bend over and put your hands on the table.”

Sophia swallowed thickly. What had she done? For what had she asked? Her body tingled in anticipation as she crawled out of the bed and padded to the table. Her mouth went bone dry as she watched him pilfer through the chest of drawers where he’d kept those delicious vices for her nipples the last time she’d been here.

She had an inkling of what he was after because he’d
threatened
her with it earlier. Her pearl swelled.

He withdrew the leather strap he’d used on her bottom the time before and looked back as if to gauge her reaction. She gulped but she did not protest. No matter what he said, she knew her behavior smacked of lurid licentiousness.

She actually anticipated—welcomed—being whipped like a wayward child. She loved bending to his will, being given permission to enjoy all the sensations her body had to offer to the fullest.

“I predict you will rebel when I force you to wear this,” he said, lifting a stubby, cylindrical shaped object out of the drawer. It was nearly as big around as Jack’s cock but only half as long.

Even from here, she could see that it was covered with smooth leather and thicker at the base than at the top. The base tapered like some sort of stopper. Attached to it were several lengths of thin leather strips that looked like a pony’s tail.

Rebel was hardly the word! He couldn’t shove that thing up inside her. It was impossible. It would never fit. It would hurt! But oh, his finger had felt good in there.

Her heart drummed against her rib cage.

Stop
hung on her lips but she inhaled, not yet ready to utter her codeword. Her rim tightened as if she could resist his invasion.

Along with the strap and the object intended for her bottom, he also brought with him a jar and the rope he’d used to tie her to the rafter before. He placed the object on the table in front of her. Sophia felt her eyes widen. Up close, it looked even bigger than before.

She tried to blot out that he’d originally acquired the thing for Lady Huntingdon’s pleasure but somehow, knowing another woman desired such tortures—even a woman as reprehensible as Lady Huntingdon —gave Sophia a dash of comfort.

The leather strap licked the back of her thighs and she yelped.

“Bend over,” he told her.

At once, she bent so that her torso rested on the smooth, cool wood. Her channel clenched furiously.

Laying the strap aside, he removed the lid from the jar and liberally coated his fingers with some sort of greasy substance. “This will aid this particular little toy’s entry into your tight little asshole. Spread your legs.”

Trembling, Sophia inched her feet apart. Her breathing grew shallow as Jack generously spread the goo over and around her rosette. Her eyes closed. She’d never dreamed she would derive such pleasure from that part of her body but when his finger slipped inside, she tensed and lifted her chest off the table.

His hand quickly left her as he snatched the strap and applied it once more to her buttocks. “Stay down!”

Immediately, she dropped to the table once more. Heat prickled and licked through her bottom and thighs. Her pulse throbbed in her temples and behind her eyes as his finger sought her hole again.

Biting her lip, she endured the fire rimming her anus as he pushed inside. Almost at once, the pain subsided, leaving only a need to be filled there, to be violated there. He withdrew the one finger and then she felt something thicker intruding. Two fingers?

“Relax,” he told her and she exhaled, feeling herself soften to his encroaching fingers.

“That’s it,” he cooed.

Just when she was beginning to accept him, he removed his fingers yet again. Sophia ached around her own emptiness but she quickly realized that she void she experienced would not last long. Jack coated the leather phallus with the cream and slid behind her once more.

“Tell me you want this in your
arse
,” he said.

Her lips parted but she could not utter the words. Asking for someone to insert such a rude-looking object into her most private recess was unthinkable. She whimpered.

Smack!

One hand landed smartly on her bum while the other teased the outside of her hole with the tip of the toy. “Say the word,” he said. “I will not proceed without your acquiescence.”

Even knowing what was coming next, she shook her head.

Slap!

She shook, imagining the red handprints on her pale flesh, luxuriating in the fire blazing in her backside.

“Tell me to put it inside you,” he said. “Tell me you want to wear my little gift. Tell me you want me to stretch you so my cock can fill you there.”

Her nipples swelled. Her
cunny
creamed. And before she could stop herself, she said, “Put it inside me.”

Slowly, insidiously, the slick, smooth leather breached her rim. Sophia held her breath as her body wondrously stretched to accommodate its girth. Her anus seemed to gobble the device up and squeeze tight around the tapered bulb at the bottom. Instinctively, she cupped her own breasts and pinched her nipples between her fingers.

Her bottom felt so deliciously full.

He swished the strips that formed a tail so that they tickled the backs of her thighs. “What a pretty tail you have, little pussy cat.”

Squeezing her legs together, she rocked, enjoying the sensations unfurling within her. Awareness teased her that he was doing something with the rope. Throwing it over one of the rafters again? She didn’t care. All that mattered was assuaging this lust rampaging through her body.

His voice dragged her out of her pleasure. “Stand up for me.”

“No,” she said. There was no possible way she could stand with this thing inside her.

“Bad kitty,” he said and smacked her ass again.

She groaned. Being spanked felt even better with this toy embedded in her bottom.

“Stand,” he commanded.

Her head swam as she pushed her torso up with her hands.

“Look between your legs,” he said smugly.

She glanced down, bending slightly so she could see the fine leather tendrils snaking halfway down her thighs. It did indeed look like a tail.

He took her hands and secured each one with the two ends of the rope and then, reaching behind to wiggle the toy inside her, he planted a possessive kiss on her lips.

The fingers of his other hand found and tweaked one of her nipples. Hands bound, Sophia writhed helplessly against him.

And then, with a suddenness that shocked her, he dipped and lifted her thighs over his shoulders. She held tight to the ropes as he stood, hoisting her legs with him.

Big hands cupped her bottom, guiding her treasures to his hungry mouth. Sophia dropped her head back, hanging as he devoured her, alternately sucking at her nubbin and then spearing her channel with his tongue. The combination of his mouth, his hands, and the plug stuffed up her ass while she hung from the rafters was almost more than she could tolerate. The pleasure was so good, so overwhelming, all she could do was accept it. She heard long, low moans and realized they were own.

The tips of his fingers worked the plug so that she was constantly reminded of its presence in her hole, the same way his tongue prodded her channel so that she knew she was open there.

Wrestling the ropes, she used them to grind herself against his mouth. She gripped him with her thighs, fighting him for the pleasure he gave her. The leather tail swung, further enhancing the sweet torture the device offered.

Ecstasy built and Sophia clung to the ropes, using the tension to arch up and toward him. The orgasm she experienced was like none other she’d ever had. Spasms rolled from both holes, sending the sweetest vibrations through her limbs, to her toes and fingers, even to her scalp.

She rode his mouth until the last frenzied throe tailed off. His hands softened and he gently lowered her. But instead of setting her on the floor, he impaled her on his bone-hard cock. She gasped at the sensation of his phallus in her channel while the thick plug was still lodged in her ass.

Mindless, she cleaved to the ropes with her hands and to his hips with her legs as he pumped with relentless abandon into her.

“Does that feel good to you?” he ground out, his voice punctuated by his forceful thrusts.

“Yes.”

“I can feel that toy up your bum with the head of my cock,” he told her.

Sophia could not utter a word. She felt so thoroughly full, so whole, that she was rendered senseless. Her arms ached. Her wrists burned. Her bottom ached. Her backside stung where he’d spanked her. The muscles in her legs strained as she fought for a hold. The pressure of his groin grinding her sensitive clitoris was far too much and once again, she found herself lolling in the throes of an intense orgasm.

She soared, drifting in sensation until finally she realized she was standing, hanging limply from the ropes while he worked to untie her. She sighed. “Oh, my. That was amazing.”

When her hands were free, she rubbed her wrists and then turned to place her hands on the table. “Get this thing out of me.”

The swat that landed on her backside surprised her. Startled, she looked back to find him grinning. “Oh no, pussy cat,” he said as he sat, his legs sprawled wide. He motioned her to come to him with his fingers. “On your knees, kitten. Suck my cock.”

A smile pulled at Sophia’s lips as her gaze dropped to his glistening member. She sank to her knees and crawled stealthily toward him. He gave a little laugh and his fingers threaded into her hair as she engulfed him in her mouth.

* * * * *

Lord
Wisbech’s
eyes widened. “The Earl of Stafford and the highwayman are one and the same?”

Elinor
nodded. She gauged
Wisbech’s
reaction carefully. She’d taken a risk admitting she’d known the highwayman’s identity all along. A big risk.
Wisbech
could hold her responsible. He might even attempt to name her in a breach of promise suit against Jack and Sophia.

Lord
Wisbech’s
face grew increasingly more mottled with rage. This was foolish. She should never have confided in him.

“How do you know this?” he asked.