Secrets of Sin

by Chloe Harris

  He asked in barely more than a hoarse whisper, “Are you close?”

  Gasping, she thrashed her head from side to side, arching her body to her own touch, opening her legs wider. “Yes, close. So close.”

  Reinier slipped off his chair and fell to his knees before her. His hands found her knees and pressed them apart even more while he brought his lips closer to her core. Saliva gathered in his mouth. He couldn’t wait. He needed to taste her now, needed to feel her honey trickle down his throat.

  Breathing through his nose, he saw the tiny stir cooled her heated flesh for only a brief moment as gooseflesh rippled her skin. When he inhaled her sweetness, his eyes slid closed. He nudged her hand away and instantly replaced it with his mouth, letting the flat of his tongue travel over her first.

  Her breath pitched. With a low, sultry moan, her hands found his head. Reinier reveled in the sharp twist of his hair when she grabbed him tighter to hold him to her, and he burrowed his face deeper against her creamy flesh.

  He closed his lips over her, his hands traveling up her upper thighs until his thumbs brushed her core also. His mouth left her and he brought his thumbs together, teasing her nub while he raised his eyes to see her writhe with pleasure, her eyes half open and blazing with dark aquamarine fire.

  Bringing his lips back down, they closed over her bud and his tongue flicked over her fast. Her body convulsed and she came hard, with a noise erupting from her throat that was half moan and half shriek. Reinier continued to lap at her through her orgasm, slow, gentle strokes, tender enough to prolong her pleasure, soft enough to keep her arousal on a high level.

  Eventually, her body relaxed. He left her to look up just as she brought her head forward. A mixture of emotions were in her eyes. Reinier could see delight tainted by confusion, then awe.

  “That was beautiful, Lily. You were magnificent.” Reinier rolled back on his heels, got up, and retreated to the corner where he’d hidden his little box of treasures the night before. Pivoting, he felt her eyes on him.

  He was more than content with her performance. But now it was time for the next step. He saw her eyes were studying the small box in his hand, trying to figure out what it contained.

  Reinier kneeled down before her again, the box hidden away between his knees for now. Tilting his head, he let one hand play with her again, bathing in her honeysweet moistness. His other hand found her nape, wrapped around the base of her skull, and brought her forward just far enough that their lips were a whisper from each other still.

  He let one finger slide into her slick cunny and tasted her gasp on his lips. She was tight, but her muscles grabbed him and sucked him in. He complied, giving her what her body demanded. He added a second finger and her muscles accommodated eagerly.

  Her head was moving, her lips sought his, but Reinier moved back just a little every time she tried to steal a kiss.

  She gave a whimper of protest when he left her and brought his wet fingers up to her lips, tracing their perfect outline. He kissed her, savored her hungry lips on his, drank her keening moan as he sucked at her tongue.

  His fingers grasped the box between his knees, found the clasp, opened it, and retrieved its content. He rubbed what moistness of hers was left on his hand over the two jade balls attached to each other by a delicate gold string. Quickly, he brought them up to her core and slid them in. Her sheath opened and swallowed them until only the chain could be seen.

  Their kiss deepened, became more intense. She melted into him, welcoming his exploring tongue and following it back. Her hands found his shoulders and she pressed him to her, her nails pricking his skin through the shirt he was wearing.

  When Reinier ended their kiss, she was breathless, her eyes dilated, her body screaming for more.

  This was where her first lesson ended—and her second began. After rearranging her dress so that it properly covered her once more, he righted his hair as well as his attire, then sat down in the chair opposite of her.

  “For the rest of the morning, how about you show me the estate? I must say I’m very curious what you did to it and how it’s become so prosperous.”

  Emiline blinked at him. Eventually, she stood. A visible shiver ran through her, and with a gasp, she grabbed the tablecloth to steady herself. Reinier was instantly there, giving his support and helping her stand.

  “What is this?” Emiline’s words were seductively breathless.

  “Just a little toy I once purchased. I thought I’d put it to good use with you.”

  Emiline turned her head, eyebrows furrowed. She was more puzzled and wary than ever.

  “Come now, Lily, let us walk.” Hoping that every use of her new nickname would be a subtle reminder of the bargain they’d made and what she’d agreed to, he reached for her.

  Eventually, she accepted his proffered hand despite her obvious unwillingness to do so. At first her steps were finicky, but soon her pace quickened.

  Just as they reached the door, Reinier leaned close and whispered in her ear, “Before I forget. You are not supposed to climax unless I allow it.”

  Reinier saw her lips move; they opened as if to contradict, but she shut them quickly. She was so charming being baffled, overwhelmed, and willful all at the same time.

  This was going to be a wonderful day, indeed.

  7

  The tour of the island so far had been a mixture of heaven and hell. Emiline was tortured by the erotic sensations she felt at every step and cursed him silently with every new shiver that racked her, all the while being forced to appear outwardly calm. How she had made it through chatting with the workers and answering his blasted mundane questions Emiline couldn’t say.

  She didn’t know how much longer her legs were going to support her. She felt like a jellyfish and they were just making their way to the well house used for cool food storage. Thank goodness they had already visited the windmill, the boiling area, the crystallization house, and the rum stills.

  The jade balls Reinier had placed inside her felt like…like nothing she’d ever experienced before. At first, their tinkling sounds caused crimson heat to blaze over her cleavage, up to her ears. But the muffled noises weren’t Emiline’s major concern any longer. They bumped against each other and against places inside her that sent fissions of electricity through her whole body. They tickled and clicked, and jolt after jolt kept her on the edge of bliss with every step.

  Once again, she had to stop moving or else she would have climaxed. Reinier took her elbow to steady her and to her chagrin, watched her every movement, how she took deep, calming breaths, how she rubbed her face to feel something else, anything else. He grinned devilishly. The bastard enjoyed each moment of her torment.

  “Are you all right, Lily?”

  She answered only when she finally managed to get her annoyance under control and could speak calmly. “Yes, of course.”

  Reinier let her elbow go and they continued on with the tour.

  They now stepped down the five feet into the well house with its thick stonewalls sunken deep into the earth. Emiline was so focused on the cool air finally giving her some blessed relief from the fire raging though her that she never heard his question, neither the first or the second time he asked it.

  “LILY!” The volume and sternness of his voice brought her back to the present and she jolted, turning to face him. His infuriatingly beautiful eyes were glittering with reproach, and his terribly striking lips were pressed into a tight, pale line. “That’s twice now I’ve addressed you without a response. I expect you to address me promptly when spoken to.”

  Emiline thought she heard a low growl swinging with his words also.

  Three days. Just three days.

  Biting the inside of her cheek, she remembered what he expected and eventually responded, “Oui, monsieur. Pardon, monsieur.”

  The smile he gave her then was one of pure unadulterated male satisfaction.

  Before she could tame her wild emotions, her heart skipped a beat at
the powerful angelic presence he created. She couldn’t even begin to examine all the far-reaching, treacherous emotions creeping in from every direction.

  His “treasures” kept her on edge, and she was almost thankful they held those thoughts at bay for the moment. But Emiline wondered if he knew that, and if perhaps that was part of his plan.

  Reinier placed his hands around her upper arms. Goose bumps covered every inch of her flesh, both from the stimulation and the temperature. His crystalline green gaze fixed on hers, eyes heavy lidded. His grip loosened and his warm hands ran up and down her arms. “I was asking how it remains so cool here,” he repeated with a low, sultry purr, and Emiline could see his pupils dilate.

  Emiline tried her best to focus on the question and not his touch. “The well that feeds the troughs is very deep and the water is very cold. The depth of floor underground and the thickness of the stone walls above keep the coolness in.” Hating how her voice came out as a husky whisper, she pressed her lips together.

  “I see.” His gaze flicked from the corner where bacon was hung from a pole in the ceiling to the opposite corner where thick earthen jars were filled with goat’s milk.

  Before Emiline knew what happened, his grip tightened and he pulled her against him. Gasping with surprise as one of his hands moved to the small of her back to press her into his body, she tried to escape his commanding embrace. Her hands braced against his upper arms, but his strength held her in place.

  The long, strong fingers of his right hand wrapped lightly around her neck as his erection pressed into her lower belly. Emiline closed her eyes and swallowed a groan. Next thing she knew, his thumb was caressing her lower lip.

  “Open for me, Lily.”

  Without thought, she parted her lips slightly and his thumb traced their outline, sending bouncing tickles from her mouth straight to her lower belly. She shivered yet again from the sensation.

  His thumb slipped in and Emiline’s eyes widened as she stared up at him. Reinier raised one eyebrow nonchalantly. She knew what he wanted. Her lips closed around the digit and she lightly sucked at it while circling it with her tongue.

  Her eyes flicked up to see his lips curling into a lazy smile, his lids lowering even more. His hand on her back began to move, circling her backside. At first it seemed to relieve some of the pressure, but then his touch pushed her back against him again, and the intimate closeness had scorching tremors running through her.

  Her mind was screaming in outrage. She should be affronted, she thought, but she wasn’t. She told herself it was only because she was playing along for the sake of their bargain.

  But a small voice whispered at the back of her mind that maybe she had missed his touch, that maybe she wanted this regardless.

  Both rebellion and prudence were shushed when his ravenous mouth replaced his thumb. Emiline heard herself moan as she felt him grind his erection against her lower belly.

  Her core fluttered once more, and in response Emiline kissed him back with equal hunger, using her tongue to joust with his, tasting him as deeply as she could. Reinier plundered even deeper with his mouth, his movements against her increased, and her arousal began to climb again quickly. She whimpered into his mouth. She was seconds from release when he suddenly pushed her away.

  Emiline stumbled not knowing whether she was angry or elated that they’d stopped. She labored to catch her breath, and when she looked up she saw Reinier was taking a few shallow, shaky breaths himself. Her lips curled down in frustration.

  Sympathy lit Reinier’s gaze for only a moment to be replaced by something darker that had disquieting shudders run down her spine.

  “Try to kneel down.” He placed his hands lightly on her shoulders and brought his lips to her ear. “It should ease the sensation.”

  She pushed back and gave him a questioning look, but at the slight pressure of his hands, her own hands fisted in her skirt to lift the hem and her knees bent to kneel. Bowing her head, she opened her fingers and began to smooth the fabric over her thighs, thankful that she did feel much calmer now. Just when she was about to tell him so, the fingers of Reinier’s left hand went to her chin to lift her gaze even more.

  “Now that you’re feeling better and since you’re already down there…” he drawled, his right hand working the buttons of his fly, freeing himself. He was grinning from ear to ear, as if he’d just won at cards.

  Her anger flared, but suddenly all her disdain fell silent when his musk crept up her nostrils. A balmy, velvety tickle whispered through her. Her body instinctively recognized his, coming alive even more and humming keenly. Her breath came faster. She had to lick her suddenly dry lips. Her eyes were riveted on his engorged flesh. He stroked himself, twisting his fist as it moved from root to tip several times. Then he brought his erection to her lips, almost touching them but not quite. Desire lashed through her.

  Reinier didn’t move to force himself into her mouth. He stayed where he was, still stroking himself.

  “Show me you still remember what I taught you, Lily.” His words were a sensual, deep whisper.

  She was mesmerized by the sight of his member so close to her and found herself recalling all too well what he’d taught her in that blissful year. As much as she’d have loved to, she’d never been able banish him or his body from her mind. The sight, feel, taste, and scent of him were etched into her soul, and she’d never been able to wash them away.

  He’d made her burn then; he’d made her burn today, all day. She not only remembered the techniques he’d shown her, she also remembered how he reacted. A smile flitted across her lips.

  Her hands reached for him. They traveled over the linen of his breeches, feeling the hard muscle underneath. Emiline couldn’t suppress the shiver that came with that touch. He’d always felt…glorious to her, and after so many years, he still did. She knew she should feel abashed, but she was too far gone for that. Her core was throbbing and aching, and her lips were hungry to taste him again.

  Her fingers wandered up over his hips. She leaned slightly forward to get closer to him. His natural perfume lashed out at her senses, and closing her eyes, she inhaled deep to take more of its sweetness into her lungs, her body, her mind.

  One hand curled around the base of him, displacing Reinier’s, just before she brought her cheek close and caressed his soft flesh. He was pulsating and hot beneath her skin, the contrast in feel almost as striking as the contrast in their skin tones. Her lips explored lazily where her cheek had touched before, fingers trailing with a tantalizingly slow pace over him.

  Emiline lavished his member with tiny kisses as if she needed to refresh her memory of him. His response was a jerky twitch.

  At last she came to the tip of his big rod and her tongue darted out to tickle the small opening; then quickly it found the nub on the underside right below his glans, stimulating his most sensitive spot carefully. When she heard Reinier suck in his breath, she lifted her chin to meet his gaze.

  His usually bright eyes were hooded, and what little she could see of his lime-green irises was almost swallowed up by his dilated pupils. The look on his face was utterly erotic, full of heat and anticipation. Emiline felt her heartbeat pitch as her stomach fluttered and her core trembled.

  Her tongue rotated around him quickly, and his hips moved forward and back rhythmically. She repeated her sensuous game of licking and tickling him, taking her time with it, making him wait deliberately.

  When Emiline saw hunger darken his features, she felt powerful. There was no other word for it. She did to him what he was doing to her; she made him wait, made him long for and anticipate her next move. His cock twitched against her lips.

  She wrapped her lips around him in a sudden assault. A keening moan ripped from Reinier’s throat and she saw his eyes were closed, his head falling back an inch. And she’d only engulfed the tip of him for now.

  Her tongue never ceased rotating around him, not even when she took him a little deeper into her mouth. She felt his hand
on her head, the tips of his fingers digging deep. She also felt him harden in her hand and between her lips, signaling her to take him deep into her throat.

  At another moan, she felt her eyes close as well when she tasted the first drop of salty ecstasy at the back of her palate. Only when she heard Reinier hiss did she realize that it hadn’t been his moan, but her own. How she had missed this.

  His hand fisted in her hair and his hips started to move as if to urge her on. The certainty that she could give him such pleasure was potent, made her head light. If she could make him smolder, she could make him burn even brighter.

  Her lips chased her fingers wrapped tightly around him until they reached the root; then her fingers would follow her lips in an increasing rhythm. She was in charge regardless of how his hips moved into her or how his hand fisted in her hair to urge her on.

  She sucked him hard a few times, only to let her lips relax and glide loosely over him until she opened her lips completely and only her tongue explored him, his shape, his texture. Next time she began her tantalizing game of alternating between lavishing intense attention and playful teasing; his hips’ movements grew more urgent, more frantic in response.

  Emiline stopped, her eyes flicking up, her gaze locking with his. She opened her throat as if to swallow and took him deeper, and deeper still. The muscles in her throat were working at him now, constricting and loosening, convulsing, then slackening.

  Reinier threw his head back and groaned. Unintelligible whispers trickled from his lips, beginning with sighs and ending in soft moans.

  That was when Emiline realized part of the thrill was the knowledge that she could make him forget himself, all his sternness, all his austerity. To know she’d just turned the tables and she could bring him to his knees with her touch, with her kiss alone, was almost overwhelming. She began to like the little game they were playing even more now. No matter what he claimed, in this moment, she was in charge.