Her Lord's Claim (The Forbidden Saga #4) - Maggie Ryan Page 0,54
neck again. “You will always remain open for me, little one. You will never attempt to close your legs to hide what is mine.”
She burned hotter, both with embarrassment as well as with an internal heat that was rolling through her body. She felt the hand move a bit lower and gasped when his palm pressed against the freshly shorn mound of her pubis. Her breath hitched when a long finger moved to gently run through the center of her sex.
“Beautiful,” he said and Lucy gave a small mewl, her face flaming even hotter. She was mortified, when she realized that he was speaking about the sight of the delicate fabric his finger had pressed against which was now between the lips of her cunny, held there by the wetness he’d discovered filling her sex. Ignoring her discomfort, he pressed harder between the now throbbing lips. “I so adore it when my little lioness purrs,” Lucas said softly against her ear again. “It is a sound I intend to enjoy every day for the rest of my life.”
Lucas moved both of his hands to her shoulders and turned her to him. Lucy was relieved as she was pressed against his chest—her face hidden, her body no longer on display. Her relief was short-lived as she felt his huge hands drop to cup her bottom, his palms easily holding each buttock, as if they had been specifically made for this one man. She felt a shock through her body as he gently pressed her cheeks, kneading them softly before running his fingers all across the surface of her bottom. She realized this was a sensation she had never felt before. While she had felt hands on her bottom before, those hands had been hard and purposeful, always bringing a quick but different sort of burn as they spanked her for some naughtiness or misbehavior. The hands holding her now were not causing her pain; they were softly caressing her flesh, fingers moving to trace the sides of her hips and the underside of her bottom where it curved down into the beginning of her thighs. Just as he had drawn a finger up the center of her front, she felt a finger drawing up the cleft of her bottom. She moaned deeply, her hands moving from her sides to clutch at the shirt where she was pressing her face.
“Please...” she whispered, not understanding what exactly she was pleading for—for him to stop or for him to continue? All she knew was that the shame of where his finger was intruding was warring with the primal need to surrender to this man. He used both hands to gently pull the globes of her bottom slightly apart. Lucy moaned again and then whimpered as he once more used a single finger to trace the divide in her bottom.
“Shhh,” Lucas said, again finding her neck with his lips and kissing her gently. “You will discover how your arse can be used to teach you obedience in so many different ways.”
The vulgar word would have been enough to cause her to flush with shame, but her entire world shifted when his finger continued to slide along the forbidden cleft. As it had when he’d played with her front, the gown offered no resistance when he pressed the pad of his finger against her bottom-hole. Lucy lifted onto her toes, her voice echoing her distress with its higher pitched whimper.
“This too, is mine,” Lucas whispered and began to press rhythmically against the hidden puckered hole.
Lucy instantly remembered the horrid feeling of the nozzle as she had been penetrated, the shame of knowing her bottom was on display as she lay over the punishment pillow, the most secret part of her body no longer hidden.
“You will never hide what is mine. I will spend the rest of my life teaching you all the wondrous ways your body can be used to discover untold pleasures, as well as pain, when you are disobedient. Do you understand that every inch of your body belongs to me?” Lucas asked quietly.
Lucy nodded quickly against his shirt as the truth of his words consumed her. This man now owned her, every part of her. She had followed her heart and had vowed before God to love and obey this man for the rest of her life. Standing here in his arms, her body was screaming its own vows—to submit, to give herself into his hands, to surrender to his every desire.