Libertine's Wife (20 page)

A cry of delight escaped her when he
thrust inside her deeply, filling her. He moaned aloud in delight,
his hips rocking hungrily as he held her aloft. His lips found hers
as he held her against the wall, taking her with such unbridled
lust she was stunned. He moaned as he lifted her knees higher, his
body moving faster. His head lowered and adored her breasts. She
felt her senses careening out of control, feeling devoured by
him.

Garret was so eager he hadn’t even
undressed. She reveled to know he wanted her as much as she wanted
him. She sobbed and met each hard thrust with abandon. Her legs
wrapped around him as he moved her hungrily against the wall, his
passionate groans filling her ears as he thumped them both against
the paneling. His hands yanked her legs even higher as he spilled
his seed within her, his face buried in her neck, gasping
harshly.

Without a word, he carried her to his
bed, their bodies still joined. He came down with her, hands
pulling at clothing, lips meeting hungrily and without
hesitation.

The second time her husband brought her
to pleasure; she writhed and whimpered as he plumbed the very core
of her. She gave herself up to his desires, unable to hold back the
torrent built up.

Garret lavished her with soft kisses
and unintelligible words at her ear, touching her with a reverence
that made her arch and grow bold in his arms, returning his ardent
caresses with a wanton abandon that startled her and delighted
him.

He eased her on top of him once they
divested one another of their clothing. He took her hand and
wrapped it around his wet, throbbing cock. His eyes burned into
hers.

“
Touch me, Arianne,” he
whispered, sighing as her small hand moved up and down his
glistening shaft. “Put me inside you now, my sweet.”

Arianne lifted her bottom and eased
down upon his rigid hardness, gasping as she felt him clutch her
hips and arch upward, making her shake from the incredible
sensations. She cried out in unbelievable delight as he moved her
up and down his throbbing maleness, learning a pace that she found
maddening as she began to ride him, her body rising and falling
over his.

“
That’s it, my sweet,”
Garret encouraged, groaning as she began to slide furiously up and
down upon him. He placed his hands on either side of her hips and
met each downward thrust of her body with a ragged groan of
pleasure. “Yes, that’s it, ride me harder, Arianne. Take my cock in
you as far as it can go.”

She was breathless as she slammed her
bottom downward, impaling him within her, eyes closed with ecstasy.
Garret was moaning, his hips meeting the downward arc of hers with
slow insistent slaps of their bodies that drove them to end both
their torment. He sat up and leaned forward, guiding her to move
faster.

“
Yes, my sweet, that’s it,”
he gasped as he watched her rise and fall upon him, cupping her
breasts in delight, kissing them as he arched under her. “Take your
pleasure of me. Take it now, Arianne!”

She gasped as she rode his thick staff,
feeling it at the very center of her molten heat, mindless in the
glorious pleasure that licked at her innards as she set the pace.
Her hands rested upon his shoulders, her lips parted in
delight.

Her body began to shake, tightening
about him in a delicious vice. The shudders alerted him she was
reaching her crisis. His hand moved down to slide into the sparse
blonde curls, stroking the soft nub of her desire. His finger moved
faster, feeling her wetness spurt upon his hand as her juices
flowed around him.

A loud cry passed her lips. He held her
on him until her shaking stopped. He eased her down upon his chest.
His hands slid over her unconsciously as he held her, as if he
could hardly bear to stop touching her.

Arianne sighed in absolute contentment
as she sprawled across his wide chest, her perpetual smile making
him chuckle as he saw it.

“
Dare I say you enjoyed
that?” he asked, dimpling up at her as her dreamy expression met
his.

“
Enjoy is too modest a word,
Garret,” she breathed, her eyes glowing. “I know not what word to
use to describe it.”

“
I shall give you time to
find such words,” he promised as he sat up. His hand reached out
and opened a wooden box upon his bedside table. He removed a black
satin mask with no openings for the eyes and reached for her. “Let
me show you a game, my sweet.”

Arianne regarded the mask suspiciously.
“You wish to blindfold me? What…for, Garret?”

Garret smiled in a way that made her
shiver with anticipation. He reached out and touched her cheek.
“You must trust me, Arianne. I would never hurt you.”

He tied the mask around her head and
pushed her back onto the pillows. She was overwhelmed with a sense
of fear, but it was only of the unknown. Deep down, she knew her
husband wouldn’t hurt her or do something distasteful to
her.

“
Touch your body, Arianne,”
Garret said softly, his voice at her left side, close enough to
feel his hot breath against her ear. “Imagine your hands are mine.
Show me what you want me to do to you.”

Arianne’s lips parted, her feeling of
dismay was quickly replaced with the urge to please him. While she
felt uncomfortable at first, she began to touch herself. First, she
massaged her breasts, listening to him instruct her. Her hands
sought the flesh between her thighs at his insistence. She
immediately hesitated.

“
Don’t stop, my sweet,” he
encouraged, his hand reaching out to push her hand back. “Imagine
it’s my hand there. Show me how you want me to touch
you.”

“
I-I… c-can’t!” she
stammered in dismay, her head rolling on the pillow, embarrassed of
what he asked her to do. “Garret, please don’t ask—”

“
Do it, my sweet,” he cut in
softly, his finger easing the velvet folds open, delighting in the
way her body trembled under his hand. “Pretend it’s me touching
you.”

Arianne did as he asked, slowly at
first. Hearing his harsh intake of breath was all the encouragement
she needed. Her hand stroked herself, a pleasurable sigh escaping
her as she engaged her flesh for his enjoyment.

She focused on his voice, whispering at
her ear, nibbling her lobe, filling her senses as she rubbed her
sex. Her body became increasingly aroused after a time, excited to
not be able to see his reaction, just hear his quickening
breathing.

A familiar tightening filled her loins
then, causing her to become frustrated. Her hand
stilled.

“
Don’t stop, Arianne,” he
murmured, his lips lowering to her breasts, flicking across her
nipples as he watched her hand move faster. “You are so beautiful,
my darling, so incredibly perfect.”

His voice held her enthrall as her hand
moved faster, growing bolder as the sensations of her hand and his
mouth suffused her. A soft moan escaped her parted lips, arching
into her own hand. She felt the first tremors of her orgasm and
gasped as his mouth joined her hand.

A soft cry escaped her then. His mouth
hurried her crisis along, carrying her on until she shuddered, her
breathing ragged as the sensations unfurled within her. He nibbled
at her thighs, his kisses making her shiver in delight.

She felt him move next to her, his
voice at her ear once more. “Always do this when you’re alone,
Arianne. Don’t be afraid to explore your own body.”

Arianne felt him sliding something
around her wrists; then a gentle tug. Her arms were pulled over her
head, holding her tied to the bed. He did the same with her ankles,
kissing inside her knees before he splayed her legs wide
too.

She began to feel unease, unable to
move. “Garret, I don’t know if I wish to—”

Garret eased next to her, his hand
caressing her softly. “Let me show you how incredible this can be,
Arianne. Trust me with yourself. Give me the control,” he
whispered, making her ache at the sound of his voice, thick with
longing. “Do not be afraid. Let me show you everything, my sweet
one.”

“
I’m scared,” Arianne
whispered in unease, aware she couldn’t move her limbs, panicking
to know he was in complete control of her now, terrified, yet
thrilled.

Garret kissed her, his fingers reaching
up to hold her bound hands in each of his. “Trust me, my sweet. You
must give me your complete trust and know I would never hurt
you.”

“
You promise you will do
nothing I don’t wish?” she persisted, shaking in uncertainty as he
laid down on the pillows next to her, his hands stroking her full
breasts until they swelled beneath his hands.

“
You will allow me anything
I wish, Arianne,” Garret whispered as he reached over and removed a
small vial from the box on his bedside table. He poured a small
amount of it in his hand and rubbed it on her sex, then the tips of
her breasts.

He rubbed the last upon his throbbing
cock, pleased when the expensive lubricant began to grow very warm,
making him grow harder. She moaned and writhed under his
ministrations.

“
I’m getting hot,” Arianne
said in alarm as the oil penetrated her tissues, making them
engorge and swell. “What is happening to me, Garret?”

His answer was to lower his head and
flick his lips across her nipples, his wet mouth causing an icy
chill to spread there. The heat was only cooled by his mouth. When
it drew away, the heat returned. She writhed, her body on
fire.

“
I will put out the fire,
sweet wife,” Garret murmured as his lips eased down her silken
torso to the very center of her. Her sobs of utter abandonment were
his reward when he darted his tongue against her, sending icy
chills over her heated flesh. She undulated beneath his questing
lips. “Easy, my beauty, we have only begun. You must lie
still.”

Arianne wept and her head rolled upon
the pillows. She was startled by the erotic imagery of feeling him
pleasure her, yet be unable to see him under the mask. His tongue
and fingers drove her to near madness as his head moved in earnest
between her splayed thighs. She writhed and arched under his
caressing tongue, cries of delight escaping her parted lips. She
felt lightheaded as waves of pleasure washed over her.

Never had she felt so out of control,
surrendering all to another. Garret asked her to trust him to bring
her unbelievable pleasure. He was true to his word. Each unseen
touch he bestowed upon her was received with eagerness under his
hands.

Garret brushed her body from head to
toe with light lingering caresses, teasing her flesh until she was
gasping and begging him to stop in one moment, urging him to
continue the next.

“
Tell me you want me inside
you,” Garret whispered at her ear, reaching to withdraw an object
from the box. He poured more oil from the vial upon the ivory shaft
before he gently inserted it within his wife’s body, watching her
flushed face as he thrust the object back and forth with maddening
slowness. She gasped, arching until the ivory phallus filled her.
Soft incoherent sobs escaped her as the heat began within her,
turning her insides on fire within moments.

“
Make it stop, Garret,”
Arianne said with a gasp as he thrust the ivory phallus faster
within her. “Please, make it stop. I need you now,” she demanded
without shame, fighting against her bonds.

Garret reached over on the bedside
table and found a glass of water. He dipped his hand into it and
rubbed it on his heated flesh, lips parting in a gasp as the
coolness spread immediately. He moved above her and thrust deep
within her. He knew what the water did to her insides, hearing her
cry out loudly and rear up.

The friction caused the liquid juices
to flow, prolonging the cooling effect of the oil. She was unable
to move as he pumped with slow fluid thrusts within her, each one
making shards of icy pleasure unfurl within her. Her body twisted
and arched under his as he brought her to a shaking
orgasm.

Garret felt his own body begin to tense
as he closed his eyes, exploding within her with a low cry at her
throat, his lips finding the pulse at the base of her neck. He
nibbled there with such soft caresses she laid her head back to
allow him more access.

“
Do you trust me to bring
you to pleasure now, Arianne?” Garret whispered at her ear, his
breath making her shiver as gooseflesh spread down her
neck.

“
I trust you,” she said
softly and meant it, unable to believe the incredible sensations
found in his arms. She knew instinctively he wouldn’t hurt her, but
offer her unheard of delights. Some sense told her what they did
was strange, but the feelings it wrought within her outweighed any
judgment.

The feel of his lips at her breasts now
made her sigh in unabashed pleasure as he latched onto her burning
nipples, cooling them with his wet mouth, working at her until she
was weak and pliant.

Garret knew few partners who offered
him such submissiveness. It enflamed him all the more to know
Arianne was willing to allow him this in their bed. Just the way
she gave him complete control made him even more determined to
pleasure her.