Chapter 6
Dear God, Amanda’s mound was as bare and smooth as it must have been on the day she was born.
Alex had seen enough naked women this past year to know that it had become the fashion, but there was something about seeing Amanda this way which he found totally shocking.
How could he even hope to continue thinking of her as an innocent when the removal of those auburn curls allowed him to see the delicate folds of her cunny and the swollen red bud of her erect clitoris poking out from amongst those folds?
Alex’s mouth watered with the desire to taste the pretty pink petals of her cunny lips, and to lick and suck that engorged clit until it swelled and pulsed against his tongue as she reached her release. He—
Bloody fucking hell!
This was Amanda. His ward. Scandalous enough that his thoughtless words last night had forced him to make her bare herself to him in this way, without actually acknowledging the desire he felt to touch her with his hands and mouth.
Except Alex knew he did desire her.
That he had done so since the moment she invaded his bedchamber five days ago.
He now ached to taste the delights of her bared cunny.
And the full swell of her breasts.
Because Amanda, although young, had beauty and fire enough to challenge any man of any age into trying to resist her.
Yet resist her Alex must.
“Over my knee,” he instructed in a harsh voice he almost didn’t recognize as being his own.
Dear God, it was worse, much worse, once Amanda had draped herself decorously across his parted thighs, supporting her torso with her palms flat on the carpet, her bared bottom now completely on display mere inches away.
Ready to be spanked.
Caressed.
Stroked.
That dark and secret opening between those cheeks begging to be penetrated with first fingers and then cock.
Alex shocked himself with the force of his desire to do all those things. He had never once been tempted… Never even thought of doing that with another woman.
But Amanda had the most perfect bottom he had ever seen. Plump and round, the skin smooth and unblemished, glimpses of that tiny bottom hole holding his fascinated gaze captive. The aroma of her musk was also stronger, as if she—
“Are you aroused?” he demanded to know.
She glanced back at him, her cheeks a fiery red. “I am extremely cross at the injustice of this, if that is what you are referring to!”
“It was not.” Alex scowled darkly.
She turned away. “Then I have no idea what you are talking about.”
His eyes narrowed with suspicion. “No?”
She gave a toss of her head. “As I have said, I fail to see why I need to be punished at all, let alone in this humiliating fashion,” she complained. “When the house is broken into again, you will know I was telling the truth all along, and then you will owe me an apology for doubting— Oh!” she broke off with a groan that sounded to Alex as a mixture of shock and pleasure as he landed the first blow against one of her creamy bottom cheeks.
A soft and warm bottom cheek he would far rather be caressing than spanking.
“I gave you ten spanks the first time. Today, you shall receive fifteen,” he snapped instead. “For the next transgression, it will be twenty, then twenty-five, and so on. You will count them. Out loud,” he added at her silence.
“You, my lord, may go to hell,” she told him in a voice of insincere sweetness.
Alex tensed. “I beg your pardon?”
She turned to glare at him with those beautiful pale eyes. “I believe you heard me the first time. Otherwise, you would not be glowering at me in that unattractive manner.”
Unattractive!
It took great effort for Alex to hold back his laughter. Only Amanda could cast aspersions on the way he looked when she was prostrate across his thighs with her bare arse in the air and her drawers about her knees.
Her body jerked as he landed another blow on her other bottom cheek. “I suggest you start counting soon.” He struck those warming cheeks one after the other in quick succession. “The number will not start to lessen until you do.”
“You are a bully and a tyrant— One!” she cried out through gritted teeth as Alex landed a harder blow.
“Better,” he drawled, smiling as Amanda now obediently called out the correct number with each smack he delivered.
It was as if Alex was not quite himself as he set a rhythm of left cheek, right cheek. Repeat. Amanda’s body jolted against him with the landing of each blow, jiggling her breasts so that they almost escaped the low neckline of her gown and wafting her floral musk into the small confines of the room.
Alex began to feel light-headed, his cock engorged and throbbing as he took in breath after breath of that heady musk. His gaze was transfixed on Amanda’s rapidly reddening bottom, her skin hot and silky soft beneath the heat of his palm.
Amanda had ceased struggling after the eighth smack was delivered, her voice becoming huskier and huskier as she continued to count.
“Fifteen.”
Alex landed another blow, this time to the back of her thighs just beneath her bottom cheeks.
“Sixteen.”
He placed another in exactly the same spot.
“Seventeen.”
Then another.
“Eighteen.”
What was he doing? This was supposed to have stopped at fifteen.
“Nineteen.”
It seemed he couldn’t stop.
Damn it, he did not want to stop, was enjoying the feel of Amanda’s flesh against his hand too much.
“Twenty.” The sob of pain could now be heard in Amanda’s voice.
Yet she made no effort to stop him either, verbally or physically. And that musk… It was so heavy in the air now, it held Alex completely in its thrall, seeming to cling to his nose and lips so that he could almost taste it on his tongue.
He wanted to taste it. To bury his face between Amanda’s parted thighs, his mouth possessing her cunny lips as his tongue lapped up and greedily consumed those aromatic juices.
Alex heard Amanda give a throaty gasp as his fingers dug into the burning globes of her bottom.
He could not do this. Must not. It would be a violation of the trust—
“Alex?”
He had to force himself to look away from staring at his fingers digging into her reddened flesh, blinking and forcing himself to focus on her burning face cheeks as she turned toward him.
“Touch me between my thighs,” she encouraged urgently.
“I… What… No!” Alex made the verbal protest and yet his hand remained exactly where it was.
Amanda groaned as Alex’s fingers now kneaded and caressed the throb of her bottom. “Please,” she sobbed. “Oh please, Alex! I want… I have to… I need you to touch me so I can come!” She was now so wet, the juices had slicked her inner thighs and had almost certainly, as she had suspected, dampened Alex’s pantaloons.
Those long fingers gripped her bottom tighter still. “How do you know about…? Who told you how to…? That blasted school!” he accused with heat. “That bloody woman Marchment told you about that too, didn’t she?”
Amanda was beyond caring how she knew, only grateful that she did. Otherwise, she would have no idea how to ease the throb of need in her core that had deepened each time Alex spanked her. “Please, Alex, I ache for release!”
“You have climaxed in that way before?”
“Yes.”
“How? When?”
“My fingers. And whenever I needed to.” As she needed to now.
“How the fuck did the woman teach you to do that?” He scowled darkly. “My God, did the bloody woman line you all up sans your drawers and instruct you on how to— Never mind,” he bit out harshly. “It is as well the influence of this Marchment woman is now out of your life for good.”
As Amanda had found herself missing her teacher and mentor these past five days, she could not agree with Alex’s statement.
For so long, she wanted nothing more than to leave the school, to see more of the world than those four walls, comfortable as they were. But since coming to London, and close as she might have become to Emma Stirling, Amanda had still felt the absence of the other girls, as well as Sophia Marchment and the teachers. Not surprising when those other students, the headmistress, and teachers had been her only family for these past three years.
“No! Please,” Amanda now groaned as Alex tipped her up until she stood back on her feet, allowing her gown to fall down and cover the wetness of her pussy and inner thighs, removing the possibility of Alex touching the needy throb of her clit and giving her the stimulation that would allow her to come.
Alex hardened his heart—in keeping with his steel-hard cock—to the appeal in Amanda’s tear-wet eyes as he rose abruptly to his feet. “Go to your room.”
“I—”
“Nor are you allowed to touch yourself once you are safely in your bedchamber,” he stated firmly.
“But—”
“You will do as I say,” he snapped.
“Not as you do?” she accused heatedly. “You are just like all the other gentlemen,” she scorned, her cheeks fiery red as she lifted her skirts to pull up and refasten her drawers before once against dropping her skirts to cover her legs and thighs. “Selfish to the core.” Her hands were clenched at her sides. “As long as you can take your release, why should you care whether or not the lady feels any pleasure in the act!”
Alex could feel a nerve pulsing in his clenched jaw. “You have absolutely no idea what sort of lover I am.”
“I have asked you to show me, and you refused.”
“Because I am your guardian!”
“That merely makes you the obvious choice of gentleman to satisfy my curiosity,” she dismissed.
“The obvious choice?” Alex repeated incredulously. “It is not part of a male guardian’s duties to tutor his female ward in the act of—of self-pleasure,” he substituted for the word he really wanted to use.
“I already know how to do that.” Amanda obviously felt no such reticence. “I asked that you pleasure me.”
A nerve pulsed in his cheek. “And again, I have refused.”
“Why?” Her gaze moved down to the telling bulge in the front of his pantaloons. “Spanking me obviously aroused you too, so why can we not—”
“Because we cannot!” Alex’s voice rose in his agitation. “It is not proper for the two of us to be intimate together.”
“Then perhaps you should not have had me bare my bottom to you.”
He ran an agitated hand through his overlong dark hair. “There is no perhaps about it.”
Amanda’s frustration deepened with each second Alex denied her the release she now craved beyond her next breath.
Her gaze returned to that telling bulge pressing against the front of his pantaloons. “Then will you allow me to pleasure you?”
“What?”
She frowned. “I have never so much as seen a man’s cock, let alone touched or caressed one.”
“Well, you are not going to see or touch mine either!” Alex snapped.
“That is no doubt because you intend to see to your own pleasure once you are alone, having refused to allow me to do the same. It is yet another unfair inequality between men and wom—” Amanda turned toward the locked study door as someone outside knocked on it.
Alex’s tension was palpable as he answered. “Yes?”
“There is a Miss Marchment asking see you, my lord,” one of the footmen informed him.
Amanda’s eyes widened.
Miss Marchment was here, in London?