“Stop squirming. You’re no longer a virgin... except for here... and not for long.”
His insistence irritated her. He’d pinned her so securely she could do no more than wiggle beneath him. Staring up at him, using words as a whip, she lashed at him. “I said no, Dare! And since I pay the shot, I call the play.”
The glow in his eyes snapped off like a light turned out by an impatient hand. He released her and backed away, his eyes hooded and shielded from her gaze. His jaw clenched so tight she could see the muscle ticking beneath the skin, while his lips folded in until their sexy curve disappeared. Without a word, he stood and walked away.
“Dare, where are you going? Come back. I didn’t mean to say that.”
Pausing in the bedroom doorway, he looked back, chiseled face stern and closed -- the face of a crusader confronting a dragon. “It sounded like just what you meant to say.”
She couldn’t believe how easily he’d taken offense. Why did men always do that?
“I also said I was sorry, and I meant that, too. Please, come back.”
Head tilted to the side, he weighed her words, his options, and then approached her, steps dragging. The loss of his eagerness was a bitter taste on her tongue.
“Why be sorry? After all, you spoke only the truth. Look around.” He unclenched his hands, fanned them to indicate their surroundings. “Everything you see is yours: this flat, the furniture... me. Like my apartment, my servants, and clothes, you’ve bought me, soul and body.”
Tears started, stinging her eyes. “No!” She sat up, held out her hands. “Oh, Dare, I never... I don’t want you thinking I just want to own you. I’d rather die than hurt your feelings. I...”
He caught her hands and subdued them, his face still and blank. When he spoke, his voice was harsh enough to grind stone into gravel. “Hush, babe, don’t fret so.”
Once she was calmer, he carefully placed her hands in her lap and withdrew until he faced her from a space of two or so feet.
“We all make choices, Chassy, and I don’t regret making this one. While I fully intended to continue rejecting your offer out of hand, I hadn’t steeled myself to finding you on my doorstep. Your beauty knocked me off kilter. I couldn’t resist you.”
He wiped the tears from her face. Bending, he pressed his mouth against hers, licked the seam of her lips, wordlessly demanding she open to him. “I don’t regret my choices... often.”
She hiccupped. “I don’t want you to ever regret choosing me. I knew your father had disinherited you, knew you were short of money. I have an obscene amount so why should you be in need. I didn’t figure you for the sort of man who accepts charity, so I racked my brains and came up with the idea of offering you carte blanche.”
He flinched, and she was quick to notice the betraying movement. “Why are you so bothered by the term?”
“To be the kept man of a woman is degrading. No man worth his salt would be comfortable in such a situation.”
Chastity bristled. “So if I had accepted the same offer from you, I would be a degraded woman in your sight?”
His eyebrows creased in a quick frown. “Of course not.”
“What would be the difference?” She leaned on one arm and cocked her head, eyes narrowing as she perused his stiff posture. “Haven’t you ever offered carte blanche to anyone?”
“No.” He looked relieved to be able to answer in the negative.
“But you have had mistresses...?”
His answer came slower this time. “Of course, yes. I’m a man. I’ve been mature for a long time, Chassy. You can’t possibly have expected me to come to you a virgin.”
She crooked an eyebrow. “Why not? Why must women be the ones to remain pure while you men flit from pussy to pussy like damned tom cats? Why haven’t you ever offered any woman carte blanche?”
Exasperation sounded in his heavy sigh. “I have never cared for a woman enough to honor her with that level of trust.”
“Ahh!” Chassy sagely nodded her head. “I have never offered a man carte blanche before. Until now, I have never cared enough for a man to honor him with this level of trust. But to you, my offering is an insult. Perhaps you would have preferred to be the one offering the blank letter... to uphold your manhood!”
“Damn it, Chassy, I would have preferred to be the one offering marriage.”
Dare closed the short distance between them. Easing down on the mattress beside her, he cradled the back of her head and drew her into a soft, warm kiss, his lips gently moving on hers. An eon later, he pulled back and met her eyes. “From the first time I saw you, marriage was the only thought in my mind. I knew immediately we belonged together. Before you walked into view, I’d been searching for a likely fuck-partner. Then I saw you. Not a woman there could hold a candle to you. They all faded to shadow. Every man in the Avondales’ ballroom became my enemy. I didn’t want their eyes on you, didn’t like seeing the lust they felt for you. I didn’t fall in love with you, Chassy -- I stepped into it with both eyes open.”
She could drown in his gaze, lose herself in the wide, fathomless black pupils. The naked truth shone out of them, and her heart lurched somewhere in her chest. She recognized love when she saw it. Crying, she flung herself into his embrace.
“I’m so sorry.” She gulped on tears, moved beyond the capacity to hold them in. “I’d dreamed of you all my life, measured all other men against your standard. I was used to wanting you, but there was no reason to expect you to feel the same connectedness. I’ve never wanted marriage before meeting you, and because of what father terms my ‘hoydenish behavior,’ I never dreamed you would want to marry me. I thought I could settle for an affair. Your rejection almost ripped my heart out of my chest. I’d never felt such pain.”
“I refused the carte blanche because I wanted more. I still want more -- more even than marriage with you. Chassy, I don’t want a society bargain like my parents endured. I’d like a true partnership, a blending of our hearts and bodies. I want to have children with you... not just an heir and a spare. I want so much...”
Smiling through her tears, she lifted her hand to his beloved face, tracing the mobile lips and firm jaw. He dipped his head and rubbed his cheek against her palm, the gesture oddly submissive and manly at the same time. “I want to give you everything you desire. Everything.”
His face snapped up, eyes glittered with newly awakened lust. “You mean...?”
Though still wary of all it might entail, she wouldn’t deny him anything. Nibbling on her bottom lip, eyes shyly dropping from his dark gaze, she nodded. He didn’t allow her to escape so easily. A finger beneath her chin lifted her head until she found herself mirrored in his pupils. “Say it.”
“I want you to take my anal virginity.” Her voice trembled.
He chuckled. “Now say it like you mean it.”
She couldn’t fool him. He knew her too well, understood her fears better than she did. But she could do this because she loved him and trusted him not to willingly hurt her. Laughter welled up at the thought of how he would react to her next actions.
With a last puckish kiss, she backed up on her knees, turned, and stretched her upper body out in a lazy curve. Widening her legs, she lifted her bottom, presenting her cheeks to him in a saucy pose that had her juices running forward to dampen the tight curls covering her mons. She gave her ass a flirty little wiggle and couldn’t hold back a sharp sigh when the flat of his hand landed against the rounded curve of her buttocks.
“Oh, you’re a nasty little thing, aren’t you?”
He rubbed the stinging spot, bent and strung a line of sucking kisses along the crease between her full cheeks. She shivered and moaned at the intense and frightening feelings his touch awakened. She’d never felt such heat from simple mouth-to-flesh contact.
Another slap fell, sharper than before. Her nipples tightened.
“Get that ass higher in the air... and get those legs further apart. I want to see your sweet little pussy winking at
me.”
She obeyed, shaking with the arousal his words caused. The muscles low in her belly clenched and quivered. “Flying angel-serpents, Dare. I love when you talk to me like this!”
“I promise you, you’re going to love everything I do to you.” His hands coasted up and down her back, soothing her jangled nerves before he stung her bottom with another random swat.
Her knees gave way, but his forearm was under her, around her waist. He lifted her back into position and barked an order for her to remain still. She felt his hand between her legs, two fingers tunneling into her dripping vagina, a little rough and urgent. Just the way she liked.
“You are such a little slut puppy, aren’t you? I’ve never felt you so wet.” He clicked his tongue at her. “Naughty Chassy. Why are you pretending to be reluctant when you obviously want this ass fucking?”
He didn’t give her time to answer. Good thing, because she couldn’t have spoken to save her life. He was right. With lightning quickness, she’d gone from leery to lusty. Butterflies still beat frantically in her belly, not from dread of what was ahead, but from fear he might think she still protested and cease his thrilling actions.
His fingers dug in her liquid channel again, gathered the creamy moisture, and slathered it into the crease of her ass and all over the puckered entry to her most secret place. One well-lubricated finger pressed into the tight orifice, and she jumped, shocked at the pleasure pouring over her at the intrusion.
The finger retreated, surged back in. It hurt. And it didn’t. His finger’s movement became her focus. In... hurting; out... wondrous delight. In... pushing against resisting tissue, and out... gliding along nerve-rich membranes.
Her entire body registered what happened in that one place, became malleable, pliant. Soon the inward movement blended with the outward until the pleasure grew and swelled.
And stopped.
Dare’s lips nuzzling her lobe, his tongue swirling in her ear, his voice gruff and hoarse, whispering dark secrets as his hands soothed and petted, brought her down where she could think again.
She didn’t want to think -- she wanted to feel.
“That was just my finger. Think about having me fuck your tight, sweet ass with my long, thick cock.” He rubbed said cock against her, slid it up and down her crease and circled the broad head over her anus again and again.
She pushed back toward him, showing her willingness, her desire for him to take her last virginity.
A heavy groan sounded in her ear. A moment later, his hands were gripping her cheeks, prying them apart. He sank down, fit his cock to her pussy, and took her from behind, burying himself to the hilt with one thrust.
His fingers plucked her nipples, tugging and pinching and rolling the aching tips until they throbbed and burned. He buried his mouth in her neck, sucking her flesh between his teeth, leaving his mark on her, in her. He pounded into her, his hips slamming against the cushion of her ass, his wiry pubic curls scraping the sensitive skin of her bottom.
Seated deep within her, he helped her sit up, her back to his chest. He showed her the rhythm he wanted her to maintain, then set to work tormenting her clit. One hand worked lazy patterns on the heaving surface of her belly, while the other tweaked and thumbed the stiff bit of flesh at the zenith of her thighs. Not content to pinch and pull on her clit, he stuffed two fingers in her pussy, alongside his pistoning cock.
The resultant pressure was too much. She screamed, bucking against his thighs, the pleasure so intense she thought her body would disintegrate under the onslaught.
He tipped her head back and took her mouth, his tongue forceful and insistent. She opened to him, his woman to command, demanding more from him even as she surrendered.
He gave her more than she sought, working his fingers in tandem with his cock, his thumb riding her clit, supplying a counterpoint to his thrusts... and his other hand rooting at her ass, a finger forging past her sphincter.
Bliss.
Ecstasy.
And at the climax... his words in her ear, his promise of things to come. “One finger is nothing, love. When I fuck your ass, you are going to melt. You are going to go nova from the explosions, I promise you. But I’m not going to take your sweet ass until our wedding night. I want you to be able to wear white at our ceremony, so we’ll keep at least one virginity intact.”
“Dare, please!”
Chapter Eleven
Darian had an appointment in the city. Forced to emerge from their weeklong sex-fest, Chastity decided she might as well utilize the empty hours until his return, to fulfill her promise to visit the duchess of Pettibone.
“This won’t take long, I promise. Two hours, tops.” Dare kissed her, his lips and tongue knowing just where and how to touch her to make her go weak with longing. “By then, I’ll be ready for some more of your sweet, rich pussy.”
“Keep it up and you’ll miss that appointment.” She wasn’t kidding. They’d spent the entire night fucking, barely taking a break between torrid sessions, and he had but to kiss her to have her primed for more hot action. “You’ve made me need you again.”
“I need you, too,” Dare groaned. “Right now.”
Glancing left and right, finding the street empty, he snatched her up in his arms and entered the hovering flitter. Hurrying to the long couch in the back, he deposited her on the firm cushion.
Her skirts went up about her waist in a quick move that screamed of plenty of practice. His buttons flew from their loops, and his cock sprang out, thick and high. He entered her so fast she barely had time to spread her legs.
“Damn, Chassy, you’ve got me hard as a glazed brick.” He groaned. “I’m afraid this won’t last long. Come soon, or forever hold your peace.”
Chassy shuddered as heat and laughter ran through her. She clutched at him, arms about his shoulders, legs clinging tight to his flexing buttocks. “How can you make me laugh when you’re fucking me so hard I want to scream?”
He gritted his teeth. “I don’t know... I don’t care. I have to come now, baby. Oh, god, tell me you’re there!”
She flung her head back as lightning struck, sizzled down her nerve endings. “I’m there! I’m there!”
* * * * *
Slumped on the couch, Chastity barely had the strength to push her skirts down. Thank goodness Dare had programmed the flitter with the coordinates for the hours-long journey to the Pettibones’ main residence and set the controls to auto-flight before he left.
Wriggling to get more comfortable, she settled back against the leather squabs and closed her eyes. Immediately, a vivid memory of Dare, naked and aroused, formed in her mind.
Chassy’s lips widened, parting in astonishment as she shivered with rising need, sexual heat blossoming between her thighs. There was no controlling her body’s reaction to its new conditioning.
Chilling fire raced up her spine, spilled across her shoulders, and flowed down to her breasts. Static electricity snapped and sparked in the tips of her engorging nipples. Her clit throbbed in time to the increased beating of her heart.
Glorious flying angel-serpents, but the man was gorgeous... and he can fuck! Through the roaring of her pulse, she seemed to hear Dare’s voice urging her to grip him tighter, ride him harder. Her muscles closed on nothing, and she pressed her legs together, rubbed her thighs against each other, desperate to ease the flames licking at her from within.
She shifted on the seat, twisting in need. She couldn’t believe how quickly her lust had risen. Though abashed over missing Dare so soon, she couldn’t help but wish he was with her now, in her, once more filling the empty chasm of her welling vagina with his thick, hard cock.
He’d done this to her. Made her perpetually horny, addicted her to the frequent thrusting of his body in hers. She was a junky for the climaxes he wrung from her with such ease.
Chastity sighed, thinking about how she’d begged him to take her anally, to use her any way he wanted. Liana had been right to warn her of the folly of pas
sing up life’s greatest adventure, but she’d neglected to warn her about the stubbornness of men.
He’d fucked her numerous times last night, but he’d never satisfied her curiosity or satiated her longing for the salacious act of sodomy. Oh, he teased and flirted, ran his fingers and mouth over and around what he called her “tiny rosebud,” but now that she longed for him to do so, he wouldn’t fuck her there.
Her body made hot and itchy by the memories of their lovemaking, she ached with the urge to turn the flitter around, hunt him down, and force him to satisfy her needs.
Driven half-wild, she gathered the slim skirts of her morning gown in one hand and hoisted a leg up on the seat. She slipped her hand between her thighs and let her fingers coast over warm, damp flesh.
Muscles twitched and jumped beneath the surface as her body tensed, anticipating the pleasure ahead. Her breath caught, stalled in her throat as her hand reached its destination. Twirling a finger in the tight curls covering her mons, she circled her clit, fingertips slipping in moisture as her copious flow coated her hand.
A frown puckered her brow. The sensations weren’t as strong or sweet as when Dare touched her, stroked her. She pinched her clit, hoping to ignite something more than frustration, but the feelings eluded her.
With a tortured groan, Chastity withdrew her hand and let her head drop back on the plush leather. Reaching for a handful of tissues, she cleansed herself as well as she could. Finished, she tossed the sodden mass into the trash and smoothed her skirts down over legs still weak and shaky.
Darian Acer was going to pay for making her immune to anyone but himself. When she returned home, she was going to fuck that man bowlegged.
Chapter Twelve
“I am here to see the duchess.” Chastity handed her card to the cardboard-cutout figure pretending to be the Pettibones’ butler.
The thin, haughty man took the small rectangle between thumb and forefinger, holding it from his body as if he feared infection. “Please be seated, Lady Chastity.” His nostrils flared and chin lifted as he indicated a backless retiring bench situated a few feet away. “I shall ascertain whether Her Grace is at home.”
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