Bound by Bliss (Bound and Determined #2)(31)

“Is that what you consider this, play? And I will begin to think you a prude again if you think to censor what I can and cannot watch.”

He would not bother to explain how much censorship was inherent in everything they did. If he truly did not care what they saw he would have been at an establishment far different than Ruby’s. “Remember you are learning to trust me. Trust me in this. I will promise that I will let you look at anything after I have had a chance to prepare you. Is that so unfair? You may want to pretend that you are not such an innocent, but you have to admit that before the library the other night you knew very little of what happens between men and women.”



“I am not sure that I would go as far as to say that I knew very little. I would agree that I had seen and experienced little, but many of my friends are married and they do talk, and I have several brothers and they are rarely as discreet as they believe.”

He sighed. Bliss did like to win an argument. He did not understand why she had such a problem admitting to being the sweet, innocent girl that she was. “I have already agreed that I will let you look. Do you really have such a problem with my peering in first so that I can explain what you see?”

“I just don’t understand how you can be so convinced it will be so different from what I have already seen. Are men so different? I know that women are not—and from what I have seen both of Lord Banks and Mr. Binkshaw, men are not that different either. A male member is a male member and…”

“Please don’t call it a male member. I find my own feels quite insulted by the term—a cock, a dick, even a prick, a Johnson, a pecker, or a John Thomas is far better than a male member. I’d rather you call it a pego than a member.”

“I think you are avoiding my point. Although is that really what a John Thomas is? I always thought my brothers had a friend by that name.”

There was no reply to that. “Step away from the peephole and I will take a look. And then I will let you see—although I take back my earlier promise. There may be a couple things I am not yet ready for you to experience. You will have to trust me.”



“As if I have a choice,” she grumbled, but she did move down the narrow hall just enough to give him space.

Sliding the door aside he peered in. The interior room was darker than the candlelit hall and it took a moment for his eyes to adjust. Ahh, not too bad. He had no doubt that Bliss would find it startling, but he had faith that she would manage it. He turned to her, but did not move so that she could peer in. “The most important thing is to put your prejudice aside. You will be surprised when you first look through, but take the time to consider.”

“You make me most curious. Will you move aside?” She placed a hand upon his sleeve and pushed lightly. His body’s reaction was not so light.

He stepped over, but not far. Her body would be forced to brush his if she wished to look.

Her eyes moved to his; she clearly understood his ploy. Her shoulders moved back, she would not be deterred. Turning away from his face, she moved until her body slid against his. She leaned forward, positioning herself to comfortably look through the peephole, her ass pressing against him. His cock instantly rose and pressed forward, eager to accept her innocent invitation. He swallowed and looked up at the ceiling. Perhaps he should not have pressed the point, although pressing the point was exactly what filled his mind.

For a moment she just stared, her body enrapt and tense. And then he felt her start. Yes, she had realized what she was watching. It had taken a moment, but the realization had settled about her.



“They are both men.” Her voice was curiously flat. “You are correct. That is certainly not what I expected.”

“Does it upset you?” he asked.

“No—at least not much, although I am not sure why you wanted me to watch. Is it something you like?”

He chuckled. “No, I would have to admit that it lies far outside my areas of interest, but I do think that there is much to be learned and I thought you might enjoy it. I would imagine that you have more of an appreciation of the male form than do I.”





Chapter Eight


An appreciation of the male form? She did have to admit that was true, Bliss thought. And the two forms that she was peering at were definitely rather fine. In fact, it would be hard to find flaw with either one. Granted it was only truly possible to judge the standing one. The one kneeling with his face away from her certainly had broad shoulders and muscled buttocks, glistening with perspiration, but it was hard to be sure of his other attributes. However, they were definitely far better than Mr. Binkshaw’s had been. She could not fairly judge Lord Banks, as he had, as a whole, remained clothed. There had only been one piece of his anatomy she felt capable of comparing and she would need to get a better look at the present gentlemen to be absolutely sure of superiority.

“You have grown quiet, pet,” Duldon remarked, one of his hands drifting down to settle at her waist.

“I am merely taking it all in. It is rather a lot to absorb.” And as the kneeling man shifted slightly she saw that it was quite a lot. Lord Banks had nothing to compare with that. The member—no, the cock—stood out from his body, strong and proud. And that was putting it mildly. Her mouth watered as the proud beast rose higher.

She shifted, pretending that her thoughts had not strayed to how Duldon would compare. If she pressed back farther would she know? It must be impossible to disguise such a thing. Her ass longed to move those final inches, to rub against him, to feel that full length pressed against her, to…