“Wyatt … I mean, Sir…” She swallowed tightly. She was so exposed to him, bare and open. Her pussy spread wide for him to see. And the growing ache in her depth was twisting her soul. “Please, I want…”
“I know what you want.” He flashed her a sinful smile then ducked his head to her pussy.
She groaned as he stroked his warm, wet tongue over her clit. In the name of the Lord, when had she last had oral sex? She couldn’t remember.
She tugged on the belt and the headboard creaked. “Oh … oh … yes…”
He went lower, sliding up between her folds, exploring her with his mouth.
The ache and the need were so intense. Being at his mercy had only ramped up her arousal. This was the stuff of her fantasies.
His attention returned to her clit, circling it and building up the pressure. She groaned and thrashed her head from side to side. An orgasm would be easy to find if he kept on doing that. “Wyatt … oh…”
“Call me Sir.”
“Oh … Sir.”
He worked her clit for another full minute until her toes were curling and her stomach was tense, then he kissed up her belly to her breasts.
She clamped her knees to his body. Breathing hard, she stared at his face. “Oh, God … you … fuck I want…”
He grinned, a fiery glint seared over his eyes, then he pushed two fingers into her wet channel.
“Yes, yes, that.” The filling was what she’d craved, but instantly, she wanted more.
Bucking her hips, she tried to impale herself on him, but it was no good. He had control, and she was strapped down.
“Impatient little maid, aren’t you?” His thumb caught her clit and circled.
She clamped around his fingers. “I’m going to…” It was so good. Delicious. She was so hot for him. “Don’t … stop.”
He stopped. Pulled away.
“Wyatt!” she wailed, dragging on the belt. “What are you—?” She glared at him. She’d been so close. Now she was empty and hollow and wanting.
He grinned, maddeningly. “I’m in charge, remember.”
“Oh, fuck … just make me—”
His lips covered hers, and she tasted herself as his tongue stroked into her mouth. She groaned and squirmed her hips.
“Naughty maids have to wait for their pleasure,” he said gruffly.
“Forget the naughty-maid game and fuck me.” She huffed in frustration.
“You really have forgotten your place.” He sat back on his haunches, between her spread legs, and pushed at his shorts.
A sense of relief went through her. He was getting ready to plunge into her depths, and that was exactly what she wanted. Oh, how she needed his cock. “Wyatt! Sir. Duke … Lord … oh…”
“You will get it when I’m good and ready.”
“Damn it, you look ready.”
His freed cock was erect and long, and jutted from a mass of pubic hair. He angled it at her entrance and locked his elbows over her.
She whimpered in anticipation, hooking her legs around his, and stared up at his face.
“Will you remember to clean the fire, chop the logs?”