Bound by Bliss (Bound and Determined #2)(63)

“I did not visualize you as pale as you are, nor as creamy. Your skin glows like the finest satin. No, like pearls kept safe in some sultan’s harem.” A single finger traced down her right buttock, sending a frisson of electricity through her. It felt good. She wanted more. The finger traced her other cheek. More bolts of feeling.

A full palm settled on each buttock, just sitting there, resting, allowing her to become used to his touch. His hands were warm and she could feel the calluses from riding at the base of each finger. His thumbs brushed out, caressing.

For a moment, that was the only movement in the entire room, other than the rising of chests with breath, two thumbs moving in slow circles over sensitive skin.

Her feet shifted, separating slightly. Had she truly locked them together with such force when she lifted her skirts? The gesture had been unconscious, but now she could feel Duldon’s soft circles softening tight muscles and allowing her to move.



“You’re thinking of me as Duldon. I told you last time that there are moments when I wish to be Stephan.”

How did he know that? This mind reading was becoming tiresome. A woman needed some secrets.

He chuckled and she wondered if he had read that thought.

Pushing up slightly, she turned her head farther until she could see him. Her breath caught. He was staring at her, as she had known, but the look upon his face, the naked need…His whole being seemed focused on that stare, on the small movements of hand on skin. Sensing her glance he looked up and met her eyes. Instantly his face became more settled, the deep emotions hidden in the mask of everyday.

And then his gaze dropped back to her ass, the fingers pressing more deeply.

A purr rose in her throat. How could anything feel so delicious! Her whole body wanted to melt into his palms. This was supposed to be punishment? Her eyes drifted closed.

Behind their lids she saw his face again, saw that look of wanton need. In that moment he’d been as exposed as she. She pondered the thought, considered how open they were to each other. His fingers dug deeper, and she felt as if the tension of years were melting away.

“Mmmm, that’s wonderful,” she sighed.

“I am glad, but we have hardly begun.”

“I could stay like this forever.”



“You won’t be saying that for long.” Duldon’s fingers moved lower, brushing along the lower edge of her cheeks and inching ever inward.

Her imagination could not picture anything more perfect than the sensations that were traveling through her. Her whole body felt as if it could melt into the coverlet.

Duldon’s fingers slipped forward and suddenly she wasn’t feeling so rested. Every wanting nerve seemed to come alive at the same moment his fingers brushed along the tender skin of her upper thighs. The day of anticipation had brought her to such a state that even these few slight touches had her burning hot, needing, needing more, needing him there.

She rose on her toes slightly, pushing her ass toward him, begging with her body.

“You are greedy.” His voice curled about her, heightening her stimulation.

And she was. Even if she had wanted to deny it she could not have, not when her legs were slowly widening of their own accord and she could feel the moisture seeping between them.

“And so very beautiful, although perhaps a little pale.”

And then, with no warning, his palm lifted and slapped down upon her, hard. Her body tensed, a protest rose to her lips, but before she could voice it another slap and then another. She started to push upward. This was not what she wanted, not what she expected.

“Be still.”

She froze, her body obeying him before her mind.

As if in reward, one of his hands slipped between her legs, stroking along the folds, opening her, moving closer to that forward spot that so desperately needed to be touched. After the pain of the moment before this was ecstasy, or at least it was on the road to ecstasy. His fingers moved slowly, so slowly. She wanted to ask him to hurry, to get to that spot, to rub her harder, to…It was hard not knowing exactly what it was she wanted, but God, she wanted it.



His other hand began to massage her buttocks again, the deep caress soothing the burn of the slap, the skin more sensitive than ever before. Every single hair he brushed over seemed to light another fire within her, to be connected to that spot he still had not touched.

She twitched her hips to the side, trying to direct his fingers where she needed.

Another blow landed, hard and swift. Her body jerked, her back bending upward.

And one more.

Her buttocks burned with steady fire now, hurting, but not unbearable. This she could endure.

“Why?” The word slipped from her lips.

“I asked you to be still. You must learn to obey.”

Learn to obey? Did he actually know her?

But then the hand between her legs moved, the tip of one finger slipping within her.

It was the strangest sensation she could remember—and one of the best. The finger did not intrude. It wandered her opening, exploring. It was not enough. Each stroke sent ripples through her, but it left her empty. Her womb ached with unsatisfied longing. She tried to push herself back against it, but Duldon’s other hand pressed upon her stinging ass, causing her to stay still.



“Good, you are very tight and I would guess you want to stay that way. A finger can ruin virginity as well as a cock. I believe you care about that.”