“Shown me what?”
My cock twitched in my trousers, and my chest tightened. I found it difficult to believe with all her lovers, however many she’d had, not one man had the decency to kiss her exquisite sex. It was all I had thought about for the past week, sucking on her swollen clit, licking along her sweet folds. Who were these barbarians she had lain with? I swallowed the well of rage bubbling up in my chest.
It does not matter now who came before.
I cleared my throat. “Audrey, there are things one can do for a woman. Special things. I understand for a woman beneath a skilled practitioner, it can lead a lady to the heights of ecstasy.”
Her eyes glittered, and she ran her tongue across her lips. “And are you a ‘skilled practitioner?’”
A sharp tingling ran straight down my spine, and I edged toward her. “I have had no complaints, but it would be immodest of me to brag of my own talents.”
She took hold of my arm and ran her fingertips back and forth from my wrist to my shoulder. I grasped her hand and kissed the middle of her palm before pressing it to my face.
“Then show me,” she whispered. “Show me what it means to give a woman this kind of pleasure.”
Chapter 11
Audrey
Joseph’s mouth against my palm sent shards of desire straight to my core. I didn’t know this magical thing one could do to a woman’s body, but I ached to find out. I shifted my hips closer to him.
“Show me.”
He looked down at me, half his face in shadow. “Audrey, are you sure you want to go through with this with Lady Aberthorne? There are other ways…”
Other ways. Fear churned in my stomach, but I pushed it down, clenching my fists at my sides. I wasn’t a romantic, but I wasn’t a whore, either. I had come from nothing, from the slums and backstreets of Dublin, from the invisible drudgery of being a low-born Irish governess to a dowdy lady’s companion to a celebrated novelist. I had scraped and clawed my way to the Aberthorne’s opulent mansion, and I wouldn’t throw it away now. Lady Aberthorne was beautiful and attractive. Why shouldn’t I pursue her? Pleasure her?
I stared into Joseph’s deep brown eyes and then realized it was him. He gave me courage to go through with these erotic acts with another woman, erotic acts I secretly wanted. I found myself shivering with the idea of his hot gaze on me as I made love to Lady Aberthorne. Perhaps that was why I came to him, knocked on his door, and begged him to help me. I didn’t want his help so much as I wanted to explore her body with him by my side, to watch me as I did so.
“No, Joseph,” I whispered, stroking my fingers against his cheek. “We’ll do this together. I won’t fear anything if you are with me.”
He nodded, wrapping his arms around my neck and pulling me in to his chest. His heartbeat thundered against mine, and I pressed my other hand against it.
“So will you teach me?”
“I will, but…”
“But what?”
“There are conditions.”
I leaned back. “Conditions?”
He led me toward the bed. “It takes time and practice, which you do not have in abundance. She might call on us tomorrow night for all we know.”
I narrowed my eyes at him. “So what do you propose?”
He took hold of his silk cravat and unwound it, its silver silk fibers glinting in the firelight. “I want to tie you up.”
I shrank away from him, my mouth gaping open. “Tie me up? Are you mad?”
His face remained stern, his jaw set in harsh relief like when he had stitched my wound. “I cannot have your hands in the way. I cannot have you trying to take control.” He fumbled in his coat pocket and took out a handkerchief. “I should probably blindfold you, too.”
“Blindfold?” The words choked in my throat.
“Audrey.” He pressed toward me until my knees buckled against the mattress, forcing me to sit. “Do you remember the Gathering? Do you remember how they tied up the initiate?”
I nodded, my blood running icy cold even as my cheeks burned with fire. The space between my thighs swelled with heat, and I clenched them together to try to dispel the ache. I didn’t know what had come over me, revulsion and desire warring in my body as memories of the initiate bound to the platform flashed in my mind. It had awakened both of our desires, driving us to rub against each other like animals. My throat went dry at the thought of taking the initiate’s place, and I couldn’t imagine ever giving up complete control to another person like that.
“I’m not sure if I want to…”
“Do you know why they tied her up, Audrey?”
I shook my head, but a hundred reasons races through my head. To beat her. To humiliate her. To torture her. But then I remembered the initiate’s mouth contorted with an orgasm, how slick her sex became before the bull took her, and I looked away.
Joseph took hold of my chin and forced me to look up at him.
“The initiate comes to the ceremony willingly,” he said in a thick voice. “They tie her up so she can submit completely to the pleasure…and the pain.”
“But I don’t want the pain.”
Did I?
My thoughts returned to the flogger bouncing off the initiate’s skin, and my body yearned for that sensation. I wanted it to be Joseph. Joseph to dominate me. Joseph to punish me. But for what? I had no idea. I only knew I needed it.
He made a soothing sound in the back of his throat. “No pain tonight, Audrey. Not unless you want it.”
I swallowed the lump rising in my throat.
“Tonight,” he continued, “I want to teach you how to pleasure a woman, and for that, I require your full concentration.”
His eyes bore into me, and he raised the cravat and the handkerchief up to me as if in offering. My nipples swelled beneath my nightdress, and I threw my shoulders back as I let out a long exhale.
“Well, I suppose you are the expert,” I said, scooching back on the mattress, flinging my wrapper to the side. “So how does this work, anyway? You tie me up, and—”
He pressed a finger to my lips. “Shh...let me take care of everything. I want you to concentrate. Pay attention to what you feel. Can you do that?”
“I…suppose.” My voice faltered as he grabbed hold of my wrists and began winding the cravat around them. “Where did you learn to do this?”
“Are you always this chatty in bed?” He pulled the silk fabric tight, and I let out a small gasp.
I frowned and stared at him from beneath my hooded lids.
He smiled and laughed beneath his breath. “Audrey, if you hang around Lord Weston long enough, you learn a great many things.”
Pulling the cravat tight, he wound it around one of the bed posts, loose enough so I could lie straight. But it wasn’t enough to stop him from taking over my body and doing whatever he wanted with it. A flutter of panic rose in my belly, and I began to tremble.
His lips found mine, and he smothered me, pulling my mouth to his and letting his tongue dart inside. I melted beneath him, my hips jerking with each swipe of his tongue across my teeth. The anxiousness faded away, and all that remained was a soft hum in my core.
He broke off the kiss and raised the handkerchief to my face.
“I’m going to blindfold you now,” he said. “But if you become frightened or want to stop, you need to say a word. A special word.”
I raised an eyebrow. “Like what?”
“Anything you like,” he replied. “But it cannot be ‘no.’”
“Why not?”
Joseph sighed.
“What?” I pressed. “I’m new at this. You just tied me up, so the least you can do is answer my questions.”
“It cannot be no because sometimes saying ‘no’ is a part of the game.”
I laughed, tugging on my bonds and shaking my head. “Believe me, if I say no, Joseph, I’m going to mean it.”
“Just give me a word.”
“Roger.”
“Roger?” He shook his
head. “Forgive me, but don’t you think it would be bad form to call out another man’s name in bed?”
I shrugged. “It was my dog’s name.”
He let out a long exhale. “Very well.”
“Do you have a word?”
He paused and looked up at the ceiling, a thoughtful expression on his face. “I suppose I don’t. But I doubt I shall need one.”
“You might.”
“I don’t think so.”
“I want a word.”
“You are in no place to make demands.”
“A word.”
“Hippocrates.”
I giggled. “Do no harm?”
He bowed his head and smiled. “It was the first thing I could think of.” Leaning closer, he pressed a soft kiss on my cheek. A tingling sensation flooded my body, and I raised my gaze to meet his. A lock of dark hair fell in his eyes, and my hands strained with the desire to brush it back behind his ear.
“Do you believe in that as a doctor?” I asked. “Do no harm?”
“I try my best.” He looked down, his face falling. “I fail sometimes.”
“Like in the Gathering when you beat up that satyr?”
His head snapped up. “That was different.”
I frowned. “How so?”
“That man had pushed you. Hurt you.” He brushed his lips against the cut on my forehead, and my entire body shivered. “He deserved it, and I would do it again.”
My heart swelled. I may have been tied up, exposed and vulnerable, and yet, I had never felt safer in my whole life. Dr. Moorland, the healer, the protector. Whatever he was about to do to my body, I embraced it completely.
“Are you ready for the blindfold?” he asked.
I nodded. His silk handkerchief pressed against my eyelids and darkness filled my sight. I nestled into the pillows, and Joseph’s hands passed down across my neck and between my breasts. With my vision gone, all I could feel were the smooth pads of his fingertips as they lingered on the lace of my nightshirt. My heart raced, my breathing too loud in my ears. He pulled on the drawstring and loosened the top, and a cool draft brushed against my nipples. They hardened, and my cheeks burned beneath the blindfold from being so exposed.
“The key to pleasuring any woman, really, is to excite her whole body.”
“The whole body?”
“Do I need to gag you, too, Audrey?”
I suppressed a smirk. “I didn’t realize I was in a lecture hall.”
“My lesson. My rules.”
“Fair enough.”
The mattress shifted, and I breathed in the familiar smell of clove and cardamom. His lips brushed against my ear, and a shudder ran straight to my sex.
“You might want to start with kissing the tendons along her neck.”
His full lips brushed against my skin, and my breath hitched. I couldn’t see his hands, but my body tensed with anticipation, bracing for his next move.
“Then,” he continued. “You might want to run your tongue ever so slightly along her earlobe.”
He did the same. The lightest touch, warm and enticing. My back arched, the silk straining against my arms, the need to take control filling my limbs.
“Relax, Audrey,” he whispered in my ear. “Give yourself to me.”
I sank into the dark, and his hand pressed against my breast, pushing me down into the mattress before releasing me. The movement hypnotized me, my body rising and falling with his palm. He rubbed his thumb against my nipple, and a low moan escaped my lips.
“Yes,” Joseph said in response. “Stimulation with a light touch is the key before moving on.”
He planted a kiss on the tip of my nipple, and I let out gasp. With the blindfold on, everything felt amplified, intense. Joseph let out a low laugh, husky and dangerous. His lips clamped over my breast, and he twirled his tongue against my flesh. He pulled his mouth away, creating a suction that filled my body with bolts of pleasure. He rubbed my other nipple and sucked harder, my core pulsing with each touch, each slip of his tongue.
“Oh, Joseph,” I whispered. “Oh…”
He slipped his hand down my abdomen and slid my night shift up to my waist. He inserted a finger into me, and I jumped up, shaking my head, wishing I could discard the darkness of the blindfold. The sensation was almost too much.
Almost.
He inserted his finger deeper, and I moaned.
“You’re so wet already, Audrey,” he breathed, placing a kiss on my belly. His other hand still fondled my breast, rubbing the nipple between his thumb and forefinger. “This is how wet you want her to be. So hot, she’ll beg for release.”
“Yes…” I said.
“I’m going to go down on you now.” He slipped another finger inside, and he ran his hand back and forth with a soothing rhythm.
I nodded, my eyelashes fluttering against the silk blindfold.
The sheets rustled as he slid down my body, and he parted my knees wider with his palm, his other hand still playing with my sex. Running his hands along my thighs, he placed small, delicate kisses up and down my legs, and my hips twisted to the side.
He paused. “Keep your thighs apart, Audrey. Relax, darling.”
I took a deep, shuddering breath, releasing the tension in my shoulders. His fingers slipped out of me, and I let out a small whimpering sound.
“Oh, no. I will not let you come yet,” he growled. “We’ve only begun your lesson.”
“What’s…what’s next?” I gasped.
“Do you know what the clitoris is?” He buried his chin in my sex, the stubble on his jaw providing delicious friction against my folds.
“Yes? I…I think so…”
His finger walked up the soaking wet surface of my sex, and he pressed on the apex, teasing out the tiny button of flesh. A jolt of pleasure shot through me, and I buried my head into my shoulder, muffling a sharp cry.
“This is the clitoris,” Joseph whispered. “And this is what makes pleasuring a woman such an art.”
He rubbed in a slow circle, drawing out the small bead from my folds. “It is an incredible thing. A true medical mystery.” His voice grew soft, and he rested his cheek against my thigh, his breath hot, but steady. “What purpose does it serve except for joy? What else does it do but provide pleasure? No one knows.”
His hand pulsed faster, and just as my body was about to peak, he pulled it away.
“It even engorges. Similar to a penis, but for no reproductive reason.”
Blind and panting, I raised my hips to meet him, to meet…something…anything that would give me release. His discipline, his patience, his lingering breath against my skin. It infuriated me to no end, a hot blush creeping up my neck. I let out a frustrated moan.
He brushed his lips against my clit, and I cried out again, biting on my lip to keep my screams from waking the whole house.
“After you have teased the clitoris…” His voice hummed against my mound, creating a vibration that sent waves of pleasure through my body.
“After you have engorged it,” he continued, “let it grow to its full capacity…”
His lips clamped around the small nub, and he sucked hard. A blast of heat burned through me, my thighs trembling.
“Oh, Joseph…” I breathed, lifting my hips to meet his mouth.
“You want to create good suction,” he said. “While simultaneously running your tongue along its length. Let me show you.”
He pulled with his lips, thrashing it back and forth with his tongue. Soft at first, but then he sucked hard, his tongue insistent, licking and lapping. My opening gushed with wetness, but I didn’t care. I couldn’t run or wipe it away if I wanted to. With Joseph I didn’t feel embarrassed or ashamed. I pulled my legs apart wider to draw his face deeper into my mound. He made a low sound in the back of his throat at the subtle invitation, and he rubbed his chin hard into my sex, I writhed against it, wishing it were something more, something bigger. Harder. The idea of Joseph pounding into me flashed in my mind, and br
ight white lights burst behind my eyelids. Sensing my orgasm, Joseph dislodged his mouth from between my thighs.
“Once you have her good and teased,” he said in a thick voice, his breath tickling my belly. “You can move down to her slit.”
“Oh god, please…” I begged, my words nearly incoherent.
He ran his tongue down my folds and teased my opening. In the darkness behind my blindfold, it felt like the darting tongue of a serpent, dangerous and forbidden. I moaned, and he slipped his tongue fully inside me, rolling it and moving in and out. My hips pulsed beneath him, and his hand clamped onto my flesh, drawing me closer to his face. He toyed with me, running his tongue up and down my sex and then back inside. Up and down. Back. Inside. My body shivered with spasms each time he invaded me, but I jerked my hips up, wanting more.
“This is how you want her, Audrey,” he groaned between my thighs. “Wet and writhing. Begging for it.”
He paused, his breath hot and fast against my belly. “And when she is ready, that is when you slip your fingers in again.”
His finger slid up with a wet sound, my body flowing with lust.
“One at a time,” he whispered, placing another finger inside me.
“Oh god…” I moaned, thrashing against his hand.
“Then a third.” The last finger penetrated me hard, and I danced against his palm, seeking release.
“And then when you are fucking her sweet little quim with your fingers,” he breathed, “then you suck on her clit until she comes like a cat in heat.”
His lips pressed against my sex, his fingers slamming into me, furious and unforgiving. My hands clenched, my body trapped in the grips of a hurricane, twisting me and turning me. I came in a great wave, gasping and crying. He milked my orgasm as I contracted around him, and then his body shifted over mine, and the dim light of the room made my eyes dilate as he ripped the blindfold away. Smothering my gasps with a kiss, he rubbed his thigh between my legs even as he continued to stroke inside of me. He paused, breathing hard, and caught my gaze.
“Do you think you could do that to Lady Aberthorne?” His smoldering eyes filled me with heat.
“Would you like to watch me?”
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