Bound by Bliss (Bound and Determined #2)(32)

Stop it. Look ahead. Think only of what she saw, not of what could never be, of what she could never allow to be.

The standing gentleman was tall, his muscles well defined, but not as heavy as a laborer. His cock was equally defined and…tall. Could you describe a cock as tall? Glistening? Long? Thick? Purple? Fuchsia? Throbbing? Strong? She would have to ask Duldon. She shifted her eyes sideways trying not to betray her thoughts.

As her gaze turned and focused on Duldon’s chest she found herself wondering what he’d look like beneath his shirt. Did those few glistening hairs mean there were more farther down? She hadn’t even stopped to think about Binkshaw’s hair, and the men before her varied greatly from each other.

She didn’t even know what Duldon’s neck looked like or his arms above his wrists. She’d seen him swimming as a boy, attired in his damp underclothes, as much revealed as hidden. It didn’t seem likely that he looked the same. He was more than a foot taller now and…Her eyes dropped and then shot up. What was he like…there? What did his cock look like?

She had to stop thinking about that. Her nerves would never settle if she didn’t.

She turned back, hurriedly focusing on the wall. She refused to have these thoughts about Duldon.

She did not wish to know if his shoulders had the defined lines of the man she was gazing at. She did not want to know if his chest looked hard, his nipples small brown pebbles upon them. And she certainly did not wish to know what his cock looked like. She absolutely did not.



Only, perhaps she did.

Blast, think about what was going on in the room before her, think only of that.

Which would have been much easier to accomplish if the hand at her waist had stayed still, if Duldon’s fingers had not begun to stroke her in the most intricate of little patterns. No, do not think of that.

She focused before her and her mind followed. Was that really possible? Well, she supposed it was. There was no reason that it wasn’t, but she’d certainly never thought of putting her mouth there, of running her tongue along the full length of a cock. She licked her lips. What did it feel like? Taste like?

Did the standing man like it? She watched his hands settle on the kneeling man’s head, watched them tangle in the wavy golden locks. Her eyes drifted up. He was masked as Duldon had warned her, but even with the mask, she could see the curl of pleasure about his lips, see the swallow of satisfaction. Yes, he very definitely liked it.

She focused her eyes lower, watched as the lower man ran his tongue back and forth over the length of the slick cock. She could not see his face clearly, but she was sure he evidenced as great a satisfaction as the man upon whom he worked. She would think of them as green and black based upon the color of their masks. Black stood strong, an air of command spread about him. Green knelt before him, anxious to please.

“Do you want me to describe what I see?” she asked, her breath shallow.

“No, I think not. I have to confess that I do prefer my encounters to be between men and women. I would be pleased if you told me how you felt, however.”



His words stopped her. Describe how she felt? Could she do that? Would she want to? It seemed very personal. But then this whole expedition was very personal. It was hard to pretend shyness with a man who had his fingers wrapped about one’s waist and who seemed determined to become even more familiar with her body. And she did want to please him. No matter how she might want to deny it she could not.

“Have you ever done what he’s doing?” she asked, trying to deflect the conversation.

His hand tightened about her waist. “You mean with another man? No, not even in school, although such things were not uncommon.”

“No, I meant has anyone ever licked your—your cock?” It was much easier to think the word than to say it.

He paused, and she could swear his whole body grinned. “Yes, I would have to say that I have experienced that.”

“And did it feel good? I assume that it was a woman who did it. I have never even imagined doing such a thing. Do wives do it? Will I have to do it? Will you expect your wife to do it?”

“Yes, I would say that it feels good, more than good. Yes, women very definitely do it.” He was quiet and his fingers stroked her softly as he thought. “I have never really considered the matter in terms of a wife. I’ve certainly had fantasies, but actual expectation…that will be between me and my wife, or you and I. I do not like the word ‘expected.’ I would hope that my wife would like to bring me pleasure and would want to do it. Tell me, does the man you are watching seem forced?”

“No, I must admit that he seems quite happy with the situation. He seems to find his work delicious.” She giggled slightly, giddy, and was rewarded when Duldon’s thumb swept up and moved across the underside of her breast. She felt her flesh swell and grow plump beneath his touch. The tender tips once again chafed on the fabric of her chemise. His other hand slipped about her and up to a similar position until she felt herself cupped in his palms. His fingers stayed firmly on the lower half of her breasts, never venturing up to those tender peaks. She wanted to slide herself down, to force him to touch her where she wanted to be touched, where she needed to be touched.



“Are you imagining what it would feel like to glide your tongue along a man’s cock, perhaps along my cock?” he asked.