Chapter Fifteen
WATCHING HER SPEND and hearing her cries had caused his ardor to swell. Alastair knew when she had spent, the moment she had reached the apex of euphoria, but he had continued to strum his fingers between her thighs that she might never forget the depth of sensations her body was capable of.
Also, she had not asked permission to spend.
And he rather liked where his hand was, rubbing the sodden shift into her cunnie.
She gave another cry and her body jerked against the cross. The blood pounded everywhere in his body, and especially at his groin. Damn. His body wanted very much to take her. She looked and sounded far too becoming. The scent of her arousal wafted through his nostrils, and the primal urges soared within him. He doubted she would protest. He had seen the plea in her eyes earlier. She had wanted him to ravish her.
Millie. Millie. Millie.
But the woman whose body trembled against his, her breasts spilling from her stays, her cunnie sopping wet, was not the cousin he had known. This woman who had allowed him to flog her, affix clamps to her nipples, and ground herself at his cock with a desperation no whore could replicate was a surprise, was intoxicating, was provocative.
She let out a haggard moan and, reluctantly, he withdrew his hand. He took a step away from her, putting space between their bodies and hoping that, in doing so, he could calm the heat raging inside him.
Her body hung limp upon the cross as she found her breath.
“I’m sorry,” she murmured.
“Sorry?”
“I neglected to ask to spend.”
His hand itched to rub himself. She was an amazing sight upon the cross. He cleared his throat. “You deserved to spend, Millie. You took your punishment well.”
She looked up at him, her eyes shining uncommonly bright. His praise had pleased her.
“What may I do for you, Alastair?”
He growled, for he did not like the sound of his name. It reminded him of their relation and of his responsibility. Katherine had asked him to care for someone. Circumstances made Millie his selection, and though he had had honorable intentions at the beginning, what had he ended up doing instead? Bending her over a table so that he could spank her arse red. Flogging her breasts and torturing her nipples. He truly was an unredeemable cad.
“My lord,” Millie quickly corrected. “How do you, er, take your satisfaction?”
“You need not worry yourself of that.”
“But…” She lowered her gaze to his crotch.
He adjusted himself in front of her so that his erection was less apparent.
“It seems only fair,” she added.
Her words were like the call of sirens, but he grumbled, “I can take care of myself.”
“I should be happy to perform a similar service, as you had provided me with…with completion.”
“You have not earned such a privilege,” he replied, needing to put an end to their dialogue. He began to button his waistcoat.
“Do you not wish to spend?”
He narrowed his eyes at her. “We are done with this discussion.”
He stepped to her to undo the shackles from her wrists.
She looked up at him. “Would you like for me to suck your cock?”
He froze. What the hell had she said?
“I am told that all men enjoy it greatly.”