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  “I see.” A hint of a smile touched his sensual mouth, but he said nothing else. He lounged on a leather settee near the fireplace, which he’d lit himself. In fact, he’d retrieved the tea tray and brought it into the room. No other person had trod over the threshold.

  She appreciated his discretion. Or perhaps he was merely selfish. Either way, she was impressed he’d shown decorum before his servants. Now, nothing in his relaxed posture indicated he’d crossed social and moral lines with her. They could have been engaging in a simple visit if all their clothes been intact.

  “I’m glad you do.” She returned to studying him at her leisure. His short black hair, gleaming in the light from an oil lamp as well as the cheery flames in the hearth, barely reached his collar. Oh, what wouldn’t she do to touch his hair or brush at the lock that hung wickedly out of place on his forehead? Though she’d been intimately acquainted with his body, her hands had been tied, preventing her from exploring him as she would have liked. Would he allow it for their next session or would she be restrained again?

  Did she want to be tied? Her smile widened. Perhaps she did. Giving him control over her body had been pleasurable and had given her a certain freedom she’d never gained in her life under her father’s thumb or serving the church. Being restrained had allowed her to concentrate on her own needs, instead of putting anyone ahead of her. And he’d helped her realize that was exactly what she’d needed—to fulfill her own desires. Had that been his plan all along or a happy accident?

  In the end, it didn’t matter. Of course she wanted to experience that decadent luxury again, especially at his hand.

  “You resemble a cat that’s just eaten the household’s allotment of cream.” Baron Audley set his teacup onto its saucer. He stood. “Dare I hope some of your contentment revolves around me?”

  “Don’t you contrive everyone and everything to involve you at some point?” Her mouth watered at the sight of his contoured chest and abdomen. Whatever else the baron was, he’d kept himself from going soft in the middle as his older brother had done.

  “I do indeed.” He removed the detritus of his tea from the settee and placed the plates and napkin on the rolling, wooden cart. The furniture in his library was heavy, made of dark wood and darker leather—very much a masculine abode—that spoke of power and him. “Have you been sufficiently rested and refreshed, Miss Westing?”

  “Perhaps after what we’ve shared, you should call me Patricia.”

  “Very well.” He stood off to one side with an elbow resting on the fireplace mantle. “Please, address me as Adam.” His smoldering gaze bore into her. “Since the rain hasn’t let up, shall we continue your education?”

  “Yes.” She fought off a blush. Why play coy? She yearned for whatever he wished to teach her.

  “After our earlier exercise, I had a feeling you’d be keen to try it again.”

  “I am.” Patricia’s heart beat harder and flutters filled her stomach. Had his appetites for the same returned as well? A quick glance to the front of his breeches confirmed her thought. His cock pressed against the fabric in a nice, thick bulge. What would he feel like in her hand or her mouth? Moisture tickled her folds at the thought. “What would you have me do?”

  He nodded toward the settee that sat lower than the chaise they’d used earlier. “Sit there.” A demon’s own grin tugged at his lips. “I want to watch you pleasure yourself.”

  “I beg your pardon?” Though she’d often explored her body in the privacy of her garret bedroom, under cover of darkness in the vicarage, knowing he wished to observe such a personal act caused goose flesh to race over her skin. Even her sisters didn’t suspect she’d violated God’s law by touching herself for sexual gratification, and now, she’d need to do so in front of the devil? She set her teacup onto the small table at her elbow. At least her hand didn’t shake. “Why?”

  “Why not? Did I not tell you I dare to do everything?” He closed the distance, extended an arm and then wriggled his fingers. “I thought you were adventurous? And you did hint you wanted another session with me before you depart for America.”

  Her chest tightened at his mention of her trip. It would mean she’d forfeit the chance to see him again. Silly girl. This isn’t a courtship or even a mild flirtation. He’s ruined you and that’s all.

  She nodded. No matter what, she was glad for the opportunity to put space between them after this. He was entirely too dangerous for her peace of mind. “I did, and it’s true.” Patricia slipped her hand into his. The moment he closed his fingers around hers a thrill careened down her spine.

  He drew her into a standing position and the cape slithered to the floor at her feet. Again, she was naked before him, but this time she invited his perusal. “Will me playing at my nethers excite you?”

  Adam put a few steps between them. He flicked his gaze down her body so slow and languid it was as if he caressed her with his fingers. He lingered at the apex of her thighs before returning to her face. His eyes had darkened to nearly black. Desire brimmed deep within. “It will.” He guided her to the settee. “Begin when you are ready.”

  Never had she encountered a man as intense as the baron. His avid appreciation for her body sent warmth coursing from the roots of her hair to her toes. Her nipples tightened. She hadn’t encountered such attention in all her twenty-five years, and what was more, she craved even more.

  She sat on one of the settee’s armrests. The soft leather warmed her rump. As she held his gaze, she planted her feet on the seat and then spread her thighs wide. One side of Adam’s mouth tipped in a grin—the grin that urged her to be as naughty as she dreamed. “I’m surprised a purveyor of woman such as yourself would be interested in continuing relations with a vicar’s daughter.” While she talked, she glided the fingers of her right hand through her pubic hair and massaged her slick folds.

  “Sex doesn’t discriminate. It’s a part of every person’s life, regardless of class or religious designation. We were all made for enjoying it.” He crossed his arms over his chest. “I met your need and in doing so, slaked my own appetites. Now, I want to explore your lush body again. The concept is not that complicated.”

  “No, it’s not.” Patricia stroked her fingers along her damp cunt, up and down. She traced her opening. Knowing he watched her every move heightened her desire. Juices coated her fingertips. She remembered what they’d tasted like on her tongue from earlier. Another surge of lust bubbled within her. The freedom to embrace her sexuality was all so new, so exciting.

  Not bothering to hold back a moan, she played into the new boldness she’d discovered and inserted a finger into her passage, withdrew it and then put two digits into her heat, repeating the action. In her mind, she imagined it was his cock instead of her fingers and her cream flowed, hot and wet. “Does seeing me thus make you want to spend, Lord Audley?”

  “Adam,” he corrected, his voice ragged. “And yes, but I’ll be damned if I waste an engorged cock outside your pussy. I enjoy the act too much for that.”

  “I confess, I’d rather have your member inside me too.” She glanced at the outline of his hard shaft against the front of his breeches, and she smiled. Let him suffer.

  A shiver shook her body and recalled her attention to the situation. She drew her wet fingers upward along her folds. Once she brushed her nubbin, she couldn’t stop the sigh that escaped. Familiar flutters of need moved through her lower belly and deeper, growing stronger with each pass of her fingers. Juices coated the button and allowed her fingers to fairly fly over the swollen bud. “Mmm.”

  “You’re lovely with your cheeks flushed with passion. You were made for sex, to be desired—for passion.” Adam’s velvety voice intruded into the haze. “I can imagine you lost in the shadows of the pleasure gardens in London, ready to receive the attentions of a gentleman.”

  Patricia’s breath shallowed. She imagined secretly meeting him in one of those places. Tiny tremors invaded her core that signaled release was imminent. S
he looked at the baron and gasped. He’d shoved his breeches down and had a hand wrapped around his erect cock, stroking in time to her ministrations. Her pussy shivered. How handsome he was, how majestic he appeared while he serviced himself simply because she did the same.

  I’m almost spent. Marveling at how much easier it became each time, she licked her lips and strained for that elusive moment. “How fortunate you’re the only gentleman around. I can use you for my own devices unimpeded.”

  “Indeed.” Strain roughened his voice. It lined his expression while the flickering flames contoured the urgency in his face. “Damnation, woman.” He paused in pumping his member. His whole body went still and he took a few deep breaths to apparently calm himself. “You’ll be my death.”

  She bit her bottom lip, unable to continue their banter as instinct guided her. Waves of pleasure built and compounded upon themselves. They bore down faster and quicker the longer she rubbed her fingers over and around her nubbin. Soon, she’d shatter. “I adore this moment, just before…” Her eyes drifted shut.

  With her free hand, she plucked at a nipple and shivered from the exquisite sensations that shot from her breasts and into her core. “Oh, oh…”

  “Enough.” He enclosed her wrist and yanked her hand away from her sex.

  “Adam?” She opened her eyes and stared into his smoldering gaze. “I was so close.” She wanted to pout. He’d taken the prize away from her.

  “I don’t want you finding release yet.”

  “But you told me to do it.” His change in moods left her reeling.

  “I changed my mind.” He pulled her from her perch. His breeches covered his hard cock once more. “I won’t last if you continue to tempt me.” Tightening his grip, he led her across the room to the ladder propped against a bookshelf. “And trust me, I plan to last a good while yet.”

  With firm force, he brought her to the ladder. “I’ll tell you when you can give into release. Understand?”

  “Yes.” The urgency ebbing though her body remained heightened and strained. Her heart beat thundered in her temples. “Will you use the diletto again? I enjoyed that.” Once she’d gotten over her shock of him invading her body with the leather phallus, she couldn’t help hoping he’d introduce her to other forbidden delights.

  “No.” He moved away from her to retrieve the silk tie he’d employed before. Seconds later he returned. “Your hands, please.”

  “You’re tying my wrists again?” Her stomach flipped when he nodded. Patricia thrust her clasped hands toward him.

  In silence he tied them together with the silk. His spicy scent perfumed each breath she took and became an intoxicant to her body. When she swayed closer to him, he grunted, turned her around to face the bookshelf and then secured her hands above her, pulling the sash tight as he finished.

  “I plan to use a different toy on you this time.” Adam stroked a gentle hand down her back and over her buttocks. Tickling threads followed in his wake. “I think you deserve the bite of my paddle for trying to find release before I gave you permission.” With a light tap to her backside, he left. The thick Oriental carpet muffled his footsteps. The rustling of clothing betrayed that he’d removed his breeches.

  “Oh my.” Tingles danced over her skin. No matter how desperately she wanted to peek at him, she refused to give into the urge. Instead, she pressed her body against the rungs of the ladder in an effort to assuage the growing need that plagued her. Though the wood scraped her skin, it gave her no relief, only enhanced the sensations.

  Did he truly mean to spank her? A pulse rocked her pussy. She hadn’t been disciplined like that since she was a child, except now, the prospect of being paddled sent heat into her core.

  He returned in a twinkling and again, put a hand on her rump. The warmth from his skin sank into hers. “How many spankings should a naughty woman receive?”

  Patricia forced a swallow. Thrills climbed her spine. What would the paddle feel like against her rear? Would she enjoy it? “That depends on how naughty you think I’ve been.”

  His rumbling laughter reverberated in her chest as he leaned close and snaked an arm around the ladder. He pinched one of her distended nipples. “We’ll find out straightaway.”

  Need slid through her veins like a molten river. “Adam, I—”

  Her protest died the second his paddle connected with her buttocks. A sharp sting traveled up her nerve endings, but the smack wasn’t so hard it brought tears. It merely augmented her lust. “Oh.”

  She spread her legs slightly, and before she could acclimate to the first spanking, he repeated the action. This time the bite had more force behind it. Threads of sluggish pain radiated over her backside. She tugged at her bonds. The silk bit into her wrists but didn’t give. Again the paddle seared her behind. A trace of tears misted her eyes, gone at her next blink, but the heat from the spanking radiated over her skin. Moisture tickled her feminine curls.

  “That’s three.” Adam tossed the paddle to the floor then leaned into her. The hard length of his cock rested at the small of her back, insistent and hot. “Does that finish out your punishment?” He soothed her tender buttocks with feathering strokes from his hand.

  “No.” She shook her head. Goose flesh prickled her skin. Her breasts ached for his touch. She rubbed them against a rung. The rough texture didn’t provide what she needed. “I might deserve more spankings.” She couldn’t explain why the kiss of the paddle had increased her desire. Perhaps it was his mastery and the fact he held her pleasure, literally, in his hands.

  “I agree.” He slipped his hand down the curve of her rear and between her thighs. “First, I’ll reward you for not crying.”

  “Thank you.” Patricia wanted to slump with relief, but she didn’t dare for fear he’d stop the game and leave her wanting.

  The baron urged her thighs further apart and strummed his fingers along her slick folds. “It won’t do to be too grateful yet.” He brushed a fingertip over her swollen nubbin. “I’m not finished with you.”

  Thank God. She bit her bottom lip. Wild sensations whipped into a frenzy inside her as he played at the center of her longing. “Please, Adam. Let me come undone.” The unfilled need she’d gained from her own hand sprang back into existence with a vengeance.

  “You’re not ready.” He withdrew from her sex and stepped away.

  Patricia murmured a protest. She bit her lip. Is the man so daft not to see how much I need finishing? She glanced over her shoulder, but upon catching his stern expression and flashing eyes, she sucked in a breath and faced the bookshelf. Dear God, he knows and intends to torture me. The knowledge sent a wave of lust into her. “Touch me.” Why wouldn’t he spank her, fondle her, something to take the edge from her suffering?

  “Is this what you desire?” His palm connected with her buttock, not once but three times in quick, firm succession.

  She whimpered, lost somewhere between pain and pleasure. A pull at her bonds didn’t loosen them—not that she’d run if she escaped them. “More.” Emotion graveled the request. She didn’t pause to worry that her craving might be seen as depravity.

  I’m as bad as the devil and I don’t care.

  “Or perhaps this is what you want.” Adam’s whispered words slid over her back as he moved to her left cheek. He spanked her again only this time he splayed his hand.

  Each one of his fingers drew a kiss of heat from her skin. Each time he gave her a new smack, the waves of need within her tightened and spiraled closer together. Each time his palm connected on her warmed behind, her hold on sanity slipped.

  And with every smack, she craved him more.

  The tickle of her juices down one thigh unnerved her. How was it possible spanking as punishment made her so wet for him? “Please, Adam. Please.”

  He obliged. The sharp slap of his palm echoed in the room. A wash of pain-tipped pleasure streaked through her nerve endings. Perhaps it wasn’t about correction but more about making her want him more, pushing her clos
e to the edge of bliss and finding out how far she’d go before she broke—before he gave her permission to succumb. His next spank sent heat searing across her skin and more of her cream trickled down the inside of her thigh.

  Did her reaction disgust him or did he grow unbearably hard for her?

  His chuckle rang of male smugness. “I suspect this is what you want.”

  Patricia gasped when he ceased the spanking and returned his hand between her legs, playing at her throbbing flesh. “Dear God, Adam, please stop.”

  “If I cease my torment, you’ll never find release.” He played with her sex with firmer strokes.

  “I need more.” A gasp left her lips. “Please continue.” All the while, she pulled at her restraints.

  Adam didn’t cease his ministrations regardless of her willy-nilly mindset. He wrapped his free arm around her middle, cushioning her from banging against the ladder rungs. “Give into the release, Patricia.”

  He plucked at her nubbin and brushed it with quick strokes of his fingers. “Come to completion, else we cannot move forward.”

  She allowed her head to slump to his shoulder, so great was her need to touch him. Though her body fairly vibrated with the urge to spend, she couldn’t. “No.” If she did, he wouldn’t spank her again. Which was worse?

  “Woman, you are the most vexing female.” Adam left off his torment in order to dart in front of her. He turned her around so she faced him, which twisted her arms. “Spend, damn it.”

  “I don’t want it to end.” She peered into his eyes. The blatant desire burning through the dark depths lured her closer. So easily she could drown under his strength and mastery. So easily she could be whatever he needed.