Master of Her Virtue - By Miranda Lee Page 0,58

few days with some blushing ingénue. He wanted to be with a grown-up woman. She was no longer a virgin. No longer naive, either. She knew the score.

But she still cried in the shower, cried her heart out.

Finally, when she’d run out of tears, Violet turned off the water and reached for a towel.

No more tears, Violet, she vowed as she dried herself. And no more worrying about the future. Concentrate on enjoying the moment. You’re in Paris, girl, with a drop-dead gorgeous man who has money to burn and knows everything there is to know about sex. Don’t, for pity’s sake, waste a single second of your stay here on negative feelings. What was that famous expression? Seize the day!

Violet decided that that was going to be her motto from now on.

CHAPTER TWENTY

‘COMFY?’ LEO ASKED in that gravelly, desire-thickened voice Violet had become so used to during the last five days.

‘Comfy’ was not quite how Violet felt at that moment. You didn’t think about comfort when your lover had just tied you naked to a bed, even if that bed had satin sheets and the cords used to bind your wrists to the bedposts were made of silk. All you could think about was what he was going to do to you.

Violet did have some idea—Leo had tied her to the bed yesterday as well—but on her back that time so that she could watch what he did in the overhead mirror. Today, she was lying on her front with satin pillows stuffed under her hips so that her bottom was raised provocatively. Her legs weren’t restrained in any way, though Leo had pushed them apart and ordered her, quite sternly, not to attempt to close them.

Violet could not believe how fast her heart was going.

‘You’re quite okay with this, Violet? You seem to have lost your voice all of a sudden.’

‘I’m fine,’ she choked out. ‘Stop torturing me and get on with it.’

His laugh was so sexy. He was so sexy. She couldn’t get enough of him. Couldn’t get enough of the erotic games he liked to play, either. This was how they had spent every afternoon, Leo’s suggestions having become bolder with each passing day.

‘You must learn patience, my love.’

Violet gasped as she felt something soft and tickly being trailed down her spine.

‘What’s that?’

‘The tassel on one of the other cords. You like, madam?’

Violet groaned as he ran the tassel down over her buttocks then back and forth between her legs, making her sex clench tightly and her head spin.

‘I think she likes it,’ he said.

He repeated the torture several times till she was panting with need.

‘Please, Leo,’ she begged at last.

But still he would not give her what she so desperately wanted. Instead, he tossed the tassel aside and replaced it with his fingers, alternately invading then abandoning her body with a knowingness that refused her release whilst at the same time aroused her to a level of frustration previously unknown to her. This was nothing like he’d done to her yesterday when he’d given her climax after climax, first with his fingers, then his mouth, then himself. This was something else entirely. This was sheer torture!

‘Be back soon, my sweet,’ he said suddenly. ‘Don’t go away, now.’

When a stunned Violet realised he’d actually left the room, she called out to him. But he didn’t answer her. By the time he returned several minutes later she was close to weeping.

When she swore at him instead, he laughed, then climbed back onto the bed behind her. He still took his time entering her, his penetration shallow at first, then deeper and deeper. When Violet started wriggling her hips, he took a firm grip of them and lifted her bottom even higher, enabling him to go deeper still. By this time Violet was beside herself, her muscles clenching and unclenching in a desperate attempt to find satisfaction.

‘Impatient wench,’ Leo growled, his grip on her tightening as he started thrusting back and forth into her with considerable force, his sudden, savage power tipping them both over the edge within seconds.

Violet made a high keening sound as she splintered apart whilst Leo roared his release, his body shuddering and shaking as his seed pumped into her. Afterwards he collapsed across her back, his hands covering hers, his face nuzzling into her hair.

‘You’re incredible, my darling,’ he said. ‘Simply incredible.’

Violet was too shattered to say a single word.

It took some time for Leo’s ragged breathing to calm, after which he sighed