Chapter 12
“Better.” Fliss nodded as Sin slowly lowered his bulk into the chair before she stepped between his parted legs, her thigh nudging against his cock.
Such a beautiful cock it was too. So long and fat, thick veins throbbing along its length as she curled her fingers about it. So swollen the skin was pulled fully back, revealing the blood-engorged head.
Fliss held Sin’s gaze as her fingers tightened about that straining length to give a slow and measured pump. Then again. And again, as Sin groaned with each languorous caress. His head leaned back against the chair as he watched her through narrowed lids, his body slumping as he thrust up into her encircling fingers.
She smiled as several thick beads of his release escaped the slit at the tip, using the index finger on her other hand to gather up a pearl before raising it to her lips and slowly lapping up the salty-sweet liquid.
“Again.” Sin gave a demanding thrust of his hips.
“Tsk, tsk,” she rebuked, fingers tightening about that straining cock. “That was not politely said, Sin. Perhaps if you were to ask me nicely?” She repeated his words back at him.
“Witch,” he muttered achingly, his eyes dark and stormy.
“That certainly is not polite.” She removed her fingers completely.
“Damn it, I am asking nicely.” Sin glared at her. “I am nicely asking that you please take off that ridiculous gown and then climb on top of me and put my cock inside you.”
It was not what he had promised would follow her spanking, Fliss acknowledged, but nevertheless, it was exactly what she wanted. She needed Sin to ease that empty ache between her thighs, to bury his thick cock so deeply inside her, she felt full of him. She ached with the need to feel that stretch and fullness.
It should have felt awkward, inelegant, to remove her gown and shoes before placing her hands on Sin’s shoulders to aid her as she straddled him wearing only her thigh-length camisole and her stockings. It should have, but it felt too good to matter.
Fliss placed her knees on the chair either side of Sin’s muscular thighs. The position stretched her to her limit and left her pussy wide open. Her eyes were half-closed, and she used her grasp on Sin’s shoulders as leverage as she began to undulate her hardened nubbin along the length of his heated cock. She gasped as shards of pleasure shot straight to her core and up the length of her spine.
Sin stood the torture for as long as he could before reaching out and grasping Fliss’s hips, increasing the depth and speed of those strokes along his cock. His mouth latched on to one of the turgid nipples swaying so temptingly, mere inches in front of him.
He could feel the throbbing of Fliss’s nubbin rubbing along the length of his cock, hear her gasped moans increase as she neared her peak. Sin bit down hard on the nipple in his mouth and instantly felt the force of Fliss’s release. She groaned and sobbed, the juices flowing between her thighs, wetting Sin’s cock enough that he was able to lift her up slightly and allow the bulbous head to easily penetrate her pulsing channel.
She came again as Sin entered her fully, her breathing no more than encouraging sobs as Sin began to thrust in earnest. Every thrust and pull drew him ever closer to reaching his own release.
“Again.” His voice was guttural as he fought to retain control, the base of his spine tingling, his balls drawing up tightly beneath his cock. “Now!” He bared his teeth as Fliss’s channel contracted for a third time.
Sin lost the battle for control, gasping as his own pleasurable release shot along the length of his cock and erupted inside her with heat and force.
The next three days and nights passed so quickly and enjoyably that Fliss wondered how she was ever going to return to London and the stultifying life she led there.
Her days were spent walking or riding with Sin, and she grew to love the wild, mountainous countryside as much as she loved walking barefoot in the sand along the rugged shoreline.
As for her nights…
She quickly discovered her own bedchamber adjoined Sin’s, and once the household was abed for the night, he would join her there.
Those nights were a revelation of physical delights such as Fliss had never dreamed existed, let alone ever expected to enjoy for herself. Sin was a demanding and inventive lover, and during her quieter moments, Fliss blushed to think of some of the pleasures he had introduced her to. Of the ways in which he had shown her she might pleasure him.
But at the back of it all was the knowledge it could not last, that once Sin received word from Lord Brooketon, she would have to return to England. To the rest of that quiet and peaceful summer in the country she had once looked so forward to.
Before Sin.
Before he had tempted her into such delicious sin.
Now just the thought of returning to her own modest country home, pottering about the garden, reading the books she loved before retiring to her lonely bed, filled Fliss with a dread that was starting to color her enjoyment of these stolen days with Sin.
She had fallen in love with him.
Sin had not fallen in love with her.
Oh, she had no doubts he was thoroughly enjoying the intensity of their lovemaking, but he showed no sign of feeling anything deeper for her.
“Why the sigh?” Sin prompted on the fourth morning of Fliss’s stay in Scotland as the two of them ate breakfast together in the small family dining room. “Are you bored here already?” He was well aware that the remoteness of his home in Scotland offered little in the way of entertainment, but he had hoped Fliss would come to love the untamed beauty as much as he did.
“Not at all,” she answered a little too quickly to be convincing, her gaze avoiding his. “I was merely wondering when you thought you might hear from Lord Brooketon.”
Allowing her to leave, Sin easily interpreted. But what had he expected? His mother, also an Englishwoman, had been the exception when it came to falling in love with the remoteness of Castle Montgomery.
He knew Fliss had lived in seclusion during her childhood, her years as the wife of Major Stephen Randall only a little less so. Widowhood was her first opportunity to live her life as she wished. She was now accustomed to living alone in the city, to the convenience of having the shops close by, her friends a mere carriage ride away. To enjoying the theatre and other entertainments.
Castle Montgomery was miles from the nearest town, and even then it was a provincial town, catering to the inhabitants around it and possessing none of the sophistication of London.
Sin realized he had been remiss in not thinking of this sooner.
It had been all too easy, having left the rush and bustle of London and the debauchery to be had at Eckles Manor, to forget that Fliss was a part of that world rather than his. Maybe not the debauchery, but visiting her friends and enjoying the sophisticated entertainments in London, certainly.
Was it any wonder she now wished, longed, to return to that life as soon as possible?
“Soon enough, I expect,” he dismissed gruffly. “I cannot allow you to leave until I am sure that matter is settled, you understand?”
“Of course.” She gave him a brief, polite smile. “I merely wondered what was taking him so long.”
Again that hint that she was bored with Scotland.
With him?
What could seem exciting, even challenging, within Fliss’s safe world might not seem so thrilling when she had lived with it—with him—on a daily basis for several weeks. Sin had spent as much time with her as he could since their arrival in Scotland, but he had other responsibilities that also needed his attention. Responsibilities that, with Ranulf still away, required Sin spend part of each day with his steward or in his study, dealing with the paperwork involved in running such a large estate. At those times, Fliss was left to fend for herself, and invariably she would curl up in one of the chairs in his study and read one of the many books she had chosen from his extensive library.
Sin had thought she was contented, but realized now she was perhaps only being polite. Accepting, as she had always accepted, that her wishes did not come first.
That realization made Sin angry, both with her politeness and his own stupidity in believing Fliss could ever be content with Scotland or with him.
“I believe we shall go riding this morning,” he announced as he placed his napkin decisively on the table before standing. “No drawers today, Fliss,” he instructed as he took her hand and drew her to her feet beside him.
A blush of excitement colored her cheeks. “Will that not be a little uncomfortable for me?”
“Not at all.” Sin gave a hard grin. “I shall be riding Dante. You shall be riding me.” His groom and horse, both in good health again, had returned to Castle Montgomery only yesterday, and he knew Dante would literally be champing at the bit to be out again on the wild moors he loved.
Fliss’s heart began to pound wildly, her breasts quickly rising and falling as her breathing became erratic. She moistened her lips with the tip of her tongue. “What if someone should see us?” It was nine o’clock in the morning, and she could see several gardeners working on the flower beds out the windows, as well as the grooms busy in the stables. There would no doubt be other workers about the estate too.
“The skirts of your riding habit will prevent anyone from seeing that my cock is buried deep inside you,” he assured her without concern.
The muscles of Fliss’s channel contracted in anticipation of taking in the velvet length of that huge cock. “Give me a few minutes to change.” She turned lightly on her heel and almost ran from the room, uncaring how eager that made her look. Her time here with Sin was limited, and she intended to enjoy every thrilling moment of it.
Of him.
Which was not to say her cheeks did not flush a guilty red when Sin brought Dante out of the stable and swung lithely up onto the prancing stallion’s back before he steadied the horse and then reached down and easily pulled her up in front of him.
“Easy, Dante.” He held the reins in one hand as he soothed the stallion’s attempt to rear up. His other arm tightened about Fliss’s waist, holding her in place as she sat sideways across the saddle. “He does not like anyone to ride him but me.”
Fliss felt that same partiality.
“I intend being inside you as soon as we are out of the stable yard.”
It was as if Sin had read her mind. His warm breath brushed against her nape, and he urged Dante into a trot.
Fliss’s anticipation grew as she rocked into the stallion’s fluid movement, easily able to imagine how good that was going to feel once Sin’s cock was inside her.
“Lean back against me, and swing your leg over Dante’s neck to his other side,” Sin instructed once they were a safe distance away from the house. One of his hands was busy unfastening the flap at the front of his buckskins. “Now bend forward and lift up. Now down again—God, yes,” he groaned as Fliss’s sheath slid easily down the length of his cock until he was buried to the hilt.
He gave her a few seconds to adjust to that fullness and grasp the stallion’s mane before urging the beast forward again.
Fliss gasped at having Sin’s cock buried so deeply inside her. It felt as if the swollen tip hit the opening to her womb with each powerful thrust, her nether lips stretched more fully than they had ever been before.
It was an overwhelming sensation and pleasure deeper even than their previous lovemaking.
That pleasure only intensified as Sin urged the stallion into a trot, each movement pushing his cock deeper and causing the heat to course through Fliss’s body as he stroked that tight knot of nerves inside her. Fliss was aroused so quickly and so powerfully, it was impossible to hold back the release that suddenly ripped through her overstimulated body.
She had barely recovered from that onslaught before an even more intense release made her groan out loud.
Followed by another.
“It is too much,” she gasped, her body still trembling and quaking from that third orgasm. She could already feel a fourth swelling and growing inside her.
“We have barely begun our ride yet.” Sin nudged Dante with his heels to urge the stallion to go faster still, determined he would hold on to his control. That he would keep Fliss at this fever pitch of physical excitement for hours if possible.
He did not intend for Fliss to be bored with his company this morning.
She had become limp as a rag doll against his arm about her waist, her inner core constantly rippling and contracting in a long and never-ending orgasm by the time they crested yet another hill and he saw two other riders approaching. One of them was obviously a woman riding sidesaddle. They were too far away for Sin to recognize the couple as yet, but as he knew everyone who resided in the area, he had no doubt he would know them too.
“We have company,” he warned well before the couple came within hearing distance. “I suggest you sit up and try to look as if my cock is not presently buried inside you.” He gave a hard, satisfied grin at the thought of Fliss attempting to make polite conversation with anyone under these circumstances.
Fliss did her best to straighten both her spine and her clothes before the other couple reached them, very aware she could do nothing about the fevered glitter in her eyes.
She had lost count of the number of times she had reached her peak during the past hour, until in the end it had become one long, unrelenting orgasm. Even now it caused her body to continually shudder and shake, nor could she hold back the low keening noises in her throat.
“Hush, now,” Sin soothed as the other couple rode closer. “Or I will not kiss your pussy later, as I had thought I might.”
Fliss gave another groan, not sure she would be able to suffer another moment of physical arousal today. Every part of her felt oversensitive, small pulses continually radiating from her core as Sin’s cock stretched and claimed her.
It seemed almost as if he were punishing her today. That he might even be angry with her. The constant thrusting of his cock inside her had been relentless, Sin riding her almost as hard as he rode Dante. Even now, with the other couple almost upon them, Fliss could feel herself balanced on the edge of yet another orgasm.
“It is my cousin Ranulf and his new bride returned from their honeymoon at last,” Sin revealed in a low voice.
Fliss bit her bottom lip to stop herself from groaning out loud as the ripples grew stronger inside her.
“You will have to at least say a polite hello once you are introduced,” Sin warned under his breath.
Fliss’s brow felt damp from her efforts to hold back her groans as her orgasm grew stronger, building to such a peak at being denied release, it would likely rip her apart when it did break free. “I believe I shall faint,” she told Sin weakly.
Sin gave her a concerned glance, his brow furrowing as he saw how pale Fliss had become. Her eyes were glassy and feverish, a deep flush visible above her heaving breasts. Her body was tense as a bow string, her hands white-knuckled as they gripped tightly to the pommel of Dante’s saddle.
Guilt instantly overcame him. He had been angry earlier. Had wanted to punish Fliss for her subtle hints of wishing to leave. Scotland. And him. He had felt the need to take her again and again, both in an effort to relieve that anger and also to show her what she would be leaving behind when she went.
Well, he had done that, had been merciless in his pursuit of her pleasure, even when she had begged and pleaded that she could take no more. Her near collapse was the result.
“Cousin Sinclair,” Ranulf called out heartily as he reined his horse in a few feet away.
“My lord.” Millie’s greeting was just as warm, if more formal, as she drew her mount to a halt beside her husband’s. “We were just on our way to visit you. We have guests arriving later today and had thought to invite you to join us for dinner this evening. Your guest is most welcome too, of course,” she added with a curious glance in the direction of the silent Fliss.
Sin’s arm about Fliss’s waist, the rigidness of her back pressed against his chest, allowed him to feel her increasing tension. As he could also feel the strong contractions of her sheath about his cock, almost succeeding in throwing him over the edge into his own release.
“Ranulf, Millie, may I present Mrs. Felicity Randall.” He offered no further explanation as to who she might be. “Felicity, my cousin Ranulf and his bride, Millicent.”
Millie laughed. “Oh, I think four months wed means we can no longer be called bride and groom! It is a pleasure to meet you, Mrs. Randall,” she added huskily.
Sin was only half listening to his cousin and cousin-in-law’s acknowledgment of Fliss. He was more concerned about Fliss’s condition.
“I am afraid I must refuse your dinner invitation on behalf of both of us. Mrs. Randall is feeling a little unwell.”
“Once she is better, perhaps? Our guests will be with us for some time,” Millie assured him.
“And damned tedious it is too.” Ranulf scowled. “I do not even like half the fellows invited, and now I have to take them all shooting with me.”
“You should not have made so many friends while we were in London,” Millie teased her husband.
“I believe most of them are your friends, my love. Word of advice, Sin.” Ranulf sighed. “Do not be persuaded into finishing your honeymoon at a London Season.”
Millie laughed softly. “We really should return to Cairn House now, my dear.”
“Fliss?” Sin questioned sharply as he felt her crumple limply against him, her eyes fluttering closed as she fainted in his arms.