Hyland's Consort

by Felicity Brandon

  “It wants you.” Desperation radiated from her throaty tone.

  “What was that?” I snapped playfully, lightly smacking her clit as penance.

  “Fuck!” Back arching, she groaned. “Sir,” she corrected. “It wants you, Sir.”

  “Good.” Settling between her legs, her ankles spread as far as the chains allowed, I gently pressed her inner thighs, splaying her moist pink flesh.

  “Holy hell, Hilary.” Squeezing my eyes closed, I fought for composure. She was so freaking hot, I could easily lose it then and there.

  “Sir?” Her head lifted from the bed.

  “It’s okay.” I shook my head, swallowing down the surging arousal. “Relax, here comes your reward.”

  “Do I get to come, Sir?” The strain in her voice and the concern etched into her pretty features reminded me just how long it had been since I’d permitted her release. “Or are you just going to tease me again?”

  “Not this time, darling.” Licking my lips, I gestured for her to settle back on the bed. “This time, you may come, but I want you to beg me for it first.”

  Her brow furrowed, lips parting as if she was going to protest, but forcing out a breath, she slumped back against the sheets. That was good enough for me. It was time to feast.

  Lapping at her seam, her arousal flooded my senses. The scent of her pussy hardened my cock to the point of discomfort, and her panting mewls goaded me on.

  “Delicious,” I whispered into her flesh before tonguing her again. I’d tasted Hilary before, but it had been too long since I’d relished the chance.

  “Oh, fuck.” Her hips rose at my intrusion, rocking their own rhythm as she ground against my face. “Sir, yes.”

  Normally, I would have punished such crude language from her delectable mouth, but I was too engrossed in the task in hand, too lost in her to consider pausing. Hilary was so turned on, I sensed it wouldn’t be long before I pushed her right to the brink, but this time, if she was a good girl, I would topple her over the edge and send her flying. Sliding my hands under her arse cheeks, I pulled her tighter to my face as I devoured her. I had a feeling heaven would be denied to a man like me, but if there was truly such a place, it would be a world where I could eat Hilary for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. As the noises of her choked excitement filled the air, I realized I was already in that place.

  I’d found my heaven, after all.

  “Don’t forget what you need to do,” I growled against her quivering pussy, smiling as her hips rocked, seeking the solace of my mouth.

  “Yes, Sir,” she panted, moaning as I resumed my meal. “Please.” Gasping, she arched her back harder, pushing her sex into my face. “Please, Sir. Please, let me come.”

  Her words were music to my ears. Had anything ever sounded sweeter?

  I considered tormenting her more, contemplated pulling away and leaving her hanging as I took my fill. It was wicked, but I’d done far worse, and it would be exquisite to watch her crestfallen expression as I filled her up. The idea bloomed in my head as I breathed her in, our wet flesh colliding as she sought her hedonism.

  “Please, Sir.” She sounded frantic, right on the edge of sanity as she waited on my approval, and somewhere deep in my soul, she pulled at whatever passed for my heart.

  “Okay,” I murmured the consent she craved, turning my attention to her pink, swollen clit. “Come for me.”

  The moment I wrapped my lips around the sensitive nub, she screeched, her body stilling, fraught with tension as her pleasure erupted.

  “Sean!” she screamed as I suckled, groaning as the first waves of desire rolled over her.

  Lifting one cheek, I spanked her teasingly, a silent reminder of my expectations, that she wouldn’t get away with constantly referring to me the wrong way, but nothing more. In the end, I wouldn’t deny her. In the end, the writhing mess of wet, gasping woman was mine.

  Chapter Twenty-Six

  Hilary

  IT PAINED ME TO ADMIT, but it was the most intense climax of my life. Eyes squeezed closed, head thrust back onto the bed, I clawed at the air as I struggled to take in the oxygen I needed, and still, the hedonism rolled on, robbing me of breath, of words, of any conscious thought. Vaguely aware of Sean moving between my thighs, I forced my eyes open to find him leaning over me, wiping his mouth with the heel of his hand.

  “Better?” He arched that damn eyebrow and had the same smirk that had taunted me for so long as his palms landed on either side of my face.

  “Yes, Sir.” What was the point of denial? I’d deserved that orgasm, and it had been bloody amazing. Now, I wanted the rest of what was owed to me.

  “And?”

  I could smell the scent of me on his breath, the aroma of my arousal goading, the thought so salacious, my hips rose to grind against his expensive suit.

  “Thank you?” I offered, not clear what he expected.

  “Well, you’re welcome, beautiful.” He laughed, lowering to plant a chaste kiss on my lips. “But that wasn’t what I meant.”

  “Sir?”

  “What do you want now?” His brow rose, demanding my supplication on this last critical point. “Tell me.”

  “You, Sir.”

  I breathed the words, but for the first time, there was a smile on my face. I felt so much better now that I’d come as if the weight of the world had been lifted from my shoulders, and he was right—I did want him. I yearned for him to fill me up, to fuck me until I cried out.

  “No problem, Hilary.” Resting on one palm, he smiled while the other hand unfastened his belt and unzipped what I hoped was caging his raging erection. “You got it.”

  For one protracted moment, our eyes locked, those brooding blue doors to his soul opening only a fraction to reveal a fragment of the man I just married. Gasping beneath him, I would have begged again to receive him, but the words never came. Suspended in a place between satiation and need, I waited, transfixed by the look of him. Sean fucking Hyland, the man who charged into my life and taken everything. The cruelest, most sadistic man I’d ever encountered—which was saying something among Saul and his friends—but also the man who’d pushed me the lowest and taken me the highest. Sean was that man—the man with my world in his hands.

  He splintered the silence with one thrust, his cock finding its way to the place I needed it. A guttural vibration left my throat as he impaled me, my body acknowledging what had been patently true for days. I wanted him. Despite his malicious streak, I desired him, no matter how depraved his demands. As he filled me up, inexplicably, the weight of all those humiliating expectations evaporated.

  I was his.

  I’d pushed back all I could, refusing to sign his papers until he made me, to no avail. Sean was stronger, faster, and had the clarity of mind that my constant denial had starved me of. I’d had little choice but to find myself here, and I wanted to revel in it, relish this union for everything I could get. Whatever happened between us, Sean had changed me, and whatever feelings I’d harbored for Saul, there was no going back to my old life.

  “Hilary.” His face lowered to mine, and for the first time, I saw an ounce of feeling in his eyes, a glimmer of ecstatic torment as he slammed into me, a fraction of the emotion he’d subjected me to during my captivity.

  Closing my eyes, my senses heightened, everything focusing on the magic he created between my legs. With the damn butt plug still in place, he felt huge inside me, his every movement amplified a dozen times.

  “Yes.” I wanted more of it. Much more. “Fuck me, Sir.”

  “Fuck.” His lips grazed my shoulder, but his hips commanded a frenzied pace, the friction giving my recently satisfied clit all the impetus it needed to come back to life. “You feel amazing.”

  I groaned as he nipped my skin, the competing sensations ricocheting in my head, taunting me with his absolute control. Pressing my shackles into the bedding, he controlled my movement, just as he had controlled my welfare and whereabouts from that first night. In his own way, Sea
n had turned himself into my own personal deity—a man who would be praised and worshiped on demand, a man who played with my pleasure and liberty as if they were nothing but a game.

  “Look at me.”

  My eyes opened at his snarl, locking with his as he slammed into me again, each lunge breathtaking. I gasped as his hips stilled, every inch of him pressed deep inside.

  “Mine.” The word reverberated from his lips, ringing in my ears long after it should have faded. “Do you understand?”

  “Yes, Sir.” Frantic for the sweet friction of his thrusts, I squirmed under him, my hips pushing against his body, yearning for compliance. I was so full—full of burning need, full of him—my body was set to burst into flames if I had to wait much longer.

  “Tell. Me.” Jaw clenched, he whispered, though his resolve was no less intense.

  “I’m yours.” Gazing up into those knowing eyes, I almost believed it, nearly fell for the brute who’d taken and subjugated me. It was so easy to believe now that some of the tension had been released, so simple to be lulled by his smooth lies. “All yours, Sir.”

  Frankly, the ease was terrifying.

  “Good girl.” With a smile, he withdrew, rising above me like a dark god.

  Mewling at the loss, I sucked in my lower lip as I watched him.

  “Up on your hands and knees, little one.” He gestured for me to move.

  Biting back my smile, I scrambled to obey. Of course, Sean wanted to take me from behind. He enjoyed the more carnal depth it offered, but that was okay because I freaking loved it as well. By the time I was in position, he was right behind me, cocooning me as our bodies aligned.

  “I like marriage so far.” Growling the words into my ear, he grabbed a fist full of my hair and yanked my head back.

  I cried out and pushed back against him as I strove for pleasure to assuage the pain.

  “Yes.” His voice vibrated down my nape, and all at once, he speared me, scattering all other thoughts. “I like it a lot.”

  “Oh, fuck.”

  There was no choice but to close my eyes and hang on as he pounded me, the sounds of our bodies slamming together filling the room until all I could hear was our union and the tinkling bells at my nipples, and all I could smell was his spicy cologne. Gripping the sheets, I surrendered, yielding to his cock, to the fist in my hair, and to the relentless drive that had been awoken by lust. I had no idea what would happen between Sean and me, no clue if this would be the first of many scintillating sessions or the only time I’d ever want him, but at this moment, it didn’t matter. My only concern was the carnality, the smoldering flame needing to burn, and the sublime connection we created when our bodies fused.

  Eventually, his grip relaxed, his fist allowing my head to fall forward, but his brutal rhythm went on, claiming me harder and faster than I’d ever known. Pressing my face into the clean linen, my mind was a fog of indulgence and exhaustion. I wanted more, more of him, but my energy was fading. After a day of ordeals, I scarcely had the strength to stay in position.

  “Jesus!”

  I sighed as he erupted, smiling with satisfaction. Who would have thought the same man who’d seized and compelled me to be his bride could evoke such a response? Who could have known it was possible? As he shuddered, spilling his cum inside me, that was the truth. The sex had been better than I’d dared to imagine.

  “Fuck, Hilary.” Sean slapped my arse cheek playfully, the impact draining whatever energy remained in my body as I slumped to my belly.

  “I think you just did, Sir,” I mumbled into the bedding.

  “Yes.” Laughing, he collapsed over me, pinioning me into the bed. “Yes, I did, wife.”

  My toes curled at the way that sounded. I was his wife—his legal spouse—whatever happened.

  “You’re not going to call me that, are you, Sir?” Twisting my head, I caught his eyes before crashing back to the covers.

  “I’ll call you whatever I like,” he reminded me, rising from my body and encouraging me to roll onto my back. “Just like I’ll fuck you whenever I like.” He smiled, the twisted smirk that had made me want to rip his handsome features from his face in recent days. “Whenever and wherever.”

  “Yes, Sir.” I was too tired to argue, too weary, and too content. Most of the day had been a maze of misery, but the last hour or so had been the best I could remember.

  “You’re exhausted.” He smiled sympathetically. “I should let you rest.”

  “Any chance you could remove the plug first, Sir?”

  I clenched around the intruder, ashamed to have to ask but knowing it could be now or never. I didn’t know when Sean would force the gag back into place. I never knew what he would do next. He was the most intoxicating blend of beautiful and dangerous I’d ever met.

  “Feeling full, are we?” Cocking that bloody brow, I could feel the blush crawling over my skin.

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “Okay.” He leapt from the bed, then refastened his suit pants. “The answer is yes, but I want to remove it in the shower. Then I can get you cleaned up before I make you all dirty again.”

  Heart racing, I giggled. Sean was undoubtedly the most perverse man, but on that point, at least, I wasn’t complaining. A shower sounded lovely, especially if he planned to let me sleep afterward.

  “Thank you, Sir.” Shifting to an upright position, I shifted against the plug as the tiny bells at my breasts chimed their merry tune.

  “Stay there while I get the shower going.” He pointed at me as if I wasn’t clear where there meant, then turned back in my direction. “I can trust you to wait, can’t I?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  The last hour was probably the first in days I hadn’t thought of escape.

  “I hope so, Hilary.” Moving back to me, he undid the remaining buttons of his shirt, shrugging it from his shoulders to reveal an expanse of muscular chest. “Because I want to trust you.” Reaching for me, he ran his fingers under my jaw. “It’s been a rough start for us, but now that we’re wed, I want that to change. I want a wife as well as a captive.”

  “As well as?”

  His lips twitched at my search for clarification.

  “Oh, absolutely,” he purred. “You’ll always be that woman I chained in the dark, even when I allow you out into the sunshine.” His digits tightened on my chin. “Won’t you, my love?”

  My breath hitched at the change of tack, the edge in his voice an unspoken warning. My new husband was the same bastard who’d plagued me for so long, the same man who’d reveled in my utter debasement. I shouldn’t let the sizzling sex blind me to that fact or be taken in by the sudden rush of hormones.

  “Yes.” Ultimately, my answer was barely a whisper, the word almost lost. “Yes, Sir.”

  “That’s right.” Bending to me, his face lowered until he was only inches away. “There’s my good little wife.”

  I clenched at his patronizing tone. There was no way it should have been so hot. “I promise I’ll stay right here, Sir.” Fluttering my eyelashes, I might even have meant it. “While you run the shower.”

  “That’s a good answer.” His lips grazed over my mouth, teasing me with the kiss he rarely permitted. Smiling, his gaze drilled into mine. “Because you should know the door is locked, and there’s nowhere you can run, little lady. I have moles everywhere, people who report to me, and none of them will be your friend.”

  My heart hammered at the menace in his tone, but I fought to control it. Sean had coerced me with threats long enough. I’d done what he asked for—I’d become his wife. It was time to remind him of that.

  “I understand.”

  Rising to my knees, I returned the caress he’d initiated, nibbling his lower lip as his hand lowered to my waist.

  “What are you playing at?” He chuckled teasingly, his palm lowering to my backside and swatting it.

  “I was just thinking...” I started, planting a trail of kisses on his jaw.

  “Oh, yeah?”

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sp; He was trying to stay firm and in control, but the huskiness in his voice gave him away, and just like that, he gave me what I wanted—a lead-in to the next conversation.

  “What are you thinking?”

  “If I’m yours, Sir, then you must be mine as well.”

  “Is that right?” This time, he laughed, the fire dancing in his eyes, stoking the flames still searing inside me.

  “Yes,” I breathed between kisses. “That’s right. Mine to kiss, mine to fuck, and...” Gazing up at him with a smile, I lifted my shackled wrists around his neck. “Mine to claim.” Pressing my mouth to his, I swooped, finally taking the tenderness I needed.

  Chapter Twenty-Seven

  Sean

  THE DARKNESS ENVELOPED me, shrouding me in an odd sense I’d rarely known. My lips curled as the source of the solace sprung to mind—contentment. Stretched out in the shadows with my new wife, I was content. Who’d have known all it would take to find such bliss was one hot submissive wife and The Prince of Wales suite at The Ritz. Life was certainly amusing in its haze of contradictions.

  Breathing in the smell of her hair, I pulled her closer, wrapping my arms around her. Hilary stirred, letting out a breathy mewl that threatened to rouse my cock once more, but it didn’t take long for the sounds of her restful sleep to fill the silence again. This was definitely better than keeping her bound in another room. I liked holding her, enjoyed having her with me, and after the sensual shower we’d both relished, a soak which involved another climatic orgasm being ripped from her desperate body, I was happy just to have her close. Sleep, it seemed, was as elusive as contentment had once been, but closing my eyes, it didn’t matter. We had no plans for the next day except more of this. I would fuck and hold my new bride as often as it pleased us both.

  I was on the verge of permitting slumber to overcome me when I heard the telltale noises of steps outside the suite door, heavy feet on the luxurious carpet. My heart picked up its pace, sending adrenaline racing and splintering any hope of rest. Who would be wandering the halls of the hotel at this time of night? The Ritz was one of the most expensive hotels in the country, and this suite, one of its most exclusive rooms, so the footfall outside wasn’t high frequency.