Wicked Temptation (Regency Sinners 6)(10)

“Pull them down,” he growled.

“I do not see—”

“You will feel the pain more on your bare flesh.”

Pru released a shaky breath before lifting high enough so that she might undo the tie at the front of her drawers, then tug them downward.

“That is far enough,” Titus muttered hoarsely, his gaze riveted on the erotic sight of Pru’s drawers resting inches below the swell of her bare ass cheeks. Such delicious and plump mounds, they made his mouth water to taste them. “Bend forward again, then grasp the opposite edge of the table with your hands before pulling yourself farther forward until only your toes touch the floor.”

What on earth was he doing, Titus agonized, as again, after the briefest hesitation, Pru obeyed his instruction.

Fulfilling his darkest fantasies, he acknowledged self-disgustedly.

But he defied any man, gentleman or otherwise, not to do so when faced with the complete supplication of the woman he had desired for several months now.

This new position allowed him to see Pru’s pretty and swollen nether lips peeping out between her slightly parted thighs. Wet as well as swollen, Titus realized as he spied the unmistakable gleam of that slickness on those plump lips and breathed in the heady aroma of her arousal.

Proving Pru was no longer dismayed by the baring of her bottom but was as aroused as he was by both his instructions and her own physical vulnerability to those commands.

The evidence of her arousal was unmistakable.

He hoped it would become more so.

Pru gave a lusty cry, followed by a low groan, at the feel of the first slap of Titus’s palm on her bared flesh. Not because he had hurt her, but initially from the pure shock of being struck at all, and then the unexpected pleasure that rolled through her before settling hot and urgent at her core.

“Quiet,” Titus growled as he quickly moved to turn the key in the lock of the library door. “I doubt you want an audience any more than I do,” he added grimly as he returned to land another, harder blow to her already stinging flesh.

Pru caught her bottom lip between her teeth to stop herself from crying out a second time. Titus was right. It would be utterly humiliating for anyone else to even guess what was occurring in the library at Romney House.

She should not be allowing this, of course. Knew that, if she wished it, with one word from her, Titus would stop. But something inside her knew that he was right, that it wasn’t enough she could once again feel emotions, that she had a need for this physical chastisement too.

Nor, Pru acknowledged with a groan, did she want the pleasure to stop…

It seemed Titus had no intention of stopping as he rained smack after smack on her rapidly heating flesh, first one cheek and then the other, until Pru lost count of the number and the whole of her bottom was an inferno of burning flesh. That same heat had caused her to become slick between her thighs and the bud above swollen and throbbing with need.

Pru was not innocent of the pleasures of her own body, knew that stroking that nubbin when alone in her bed at night at the same time as she tweaked and pulled on her nipples would result in a release that caused her body to tremble and shake and juices to flow from her channel. She would sometimes then scoop up some of that slickness on her fingers and rub her nubbin harder and faster until she climaxed a second time.

She now wanted, needed Titus to give her that same release. To have his fingers stroking and pressing against her nubbin until she shattered and gasped in climax.

“Please,” she groaned.

Those smacks instantly ceased and were replaced seconds later with the caress of the heated and slightly roughened palm of Titus’s hand as he touched and soothed her stinging flesh.

“Titus, please,” Pru groaned again, completely beyond shame as she pushed her bottom up and into those too-gentle caresses.

Titus’s hand stilled as he studied the woman lying prostrate across the table. Pru’s face was flushed, her eyes a fevered glitter as she looked at him beseechingly. The skin of her bottom felt hot, the slickness between her thighs now so copious, her earthy and womanly aroma flooded his senses. The wriggling of her bottom against his caressing palm appeared to be of need rather than protest or evasion of him administering any more smacks.

“Please what?” he prompted gruffly, needing to know exactly what it was Pru wanted from him. He wanted no misunderstandings, no accusations later, if he took this to where he wished to go.

“Just please,” she pleaded.

“I need the words, Pru,” he encouraged huskily.

“I… I… I cannot!” she choked emotionally.

“Then let me help you. Do you want my fingers here?” He caressed a sensual path to where her pussy lips were slick and hot between her thighs.

“God, yes!” She trembled and groaned as Titus’s fingers stroked along that wetness.

“Here.” He moved his fingers farther forward, seeking out the pulsing and swollen nubbin beneath its protective hood, her skin wet and hot.

“Yes!”

He proceeded to stoke and caress that sensitive nubbin for several minutes, until Pru was writhing and thrusting her hips rhythmically back against the wetness of his fingers. “You have known this pleasure before,” he accused darkly, his fingers stilling against that burgeoning flesh. “Answer me, Pru!”

“I… Only from touching myself,” she admitted breathlessly. “And only when the need for release became too great.”