God, how could she keep standing when he spoke to her like this? “Slowly. I want to watch you bring yourself close to coming. But you aren’t to come, do you understand? Do not let yourself climax.”
She looked down to see how his length grew longer, and seemed to fill his hand even more.
“You will kill me,” he said hoarsely.
“You won’t die. But,” she added with a sly smile, “you’ll come close.”
“I need something from you first.” He released the hold on his cock and brought his palm up to her lips. “Lick.”
Her knees nearly buckled as she ran her tongue over his hand. There was a hint of salt and musk on his skin, the flavor so delicious she moaned. With his gaze holding hers, he fisted his cock. His strokes went smoother now that she’d provided lubrication, and the cords of his neck stood out as he stroked himself.
“Fuck,” he snarled. “I need to come.”
“Not. Yet. If you feel yourself on the verge, you must stop.”
His hand stilled, and his chest rose and fell with harsh, ragged breaths. He’d never looked more aroused, and she certainly had never felt more aroused. If she was to touch herself, not only would she find herself soaking wet, but she’d climax with a single stroke.
A moment went by, and then another. His breath slowed.
“Touch yourself again,” she demanded. “Slowly. You must go slowly.”
An animal sound rose up from him. “Yes, Jess.”
He pumped into his hand, and she loved every moment of it, seeing this powerful man bend to her will, working himself into a haze of agonizing pleasure because it was what she decreed.
“I’m close,” he panted after several more strokes.
“Stop.”
Even as he groaned, his hand froze. He truly was hers to command. And he gave her that power over him.
“Good. Very good.”
“Jess.” He bowed his head, then looked up through his lashes. “Please, I ask you to . . .” He swallowed hard. “Suck my cock.”
Torrential heat poured through her. She hadn’t known that mere words could bring her to the very precipice of her own release, and yet his did.
“Go.” She pointed to a wingback chair beside the fire. Only then did she take in the details of his bedchamber—its dark wooden paneled walls, the heavy but ornately carved escritoire and clothespress, and the massive four-post bed that dominated the room. It suited the lord of the manor. It suited him. “Strip, then sit there, and I will show you what wicked servants get when they make demands of their mistresses.”
Noel pulled off his shirt so quickly he thought he heard it tear. His breeches followed, and then he was nude.
She was still clothed. The difference in their state of dress—him, completely exposed, while she had not revealed any part of herself—whipped his excitement into a fury.
He strode to the chair and lowered himself down. His cock was like a second heartbeat, so hard and aching as it angled upward toward his navel. He’d never delayed his release like this, and the pain and pleasure of it was beyond measure.
She walked to him, her head back, and in her finely woven nightgown, with her hair loose about her shoulders, she looked like an elfin queen ready to command her armies.
“Hold the armrests,” she instructed him.
He obeyed, clutching them so tightly his knuckles went white. And then he held his breath as she slowly lowered herself to her knees and licked her lips.
Noel was forced to squeeze his eyes shut, because the picture she presented—preparing herself to take his cock in her mouth—brought him close to climax. Then he realized something, and he opened his eyes again.
“A moment.” He pulled a cushion from behind him, and slid it under her knees.
She bestowed him with a grateful smile. “Thoughtful.”
“I live only to serve you.”
She inclined her head in gratitude, then instructed, “Hands back on the armrests.”
He obeyed, panting as if he ran full speed across the rolling fields, and hissed as she wrapped her fingers around his cock.
“Mm,” she murmured. “Beautiful.” She lowered her head and licked the crown.
“Fuck.” His voice came from somewhere deep and dark. And then he didn’t know any more words as she took him in her mouth. She bobbed up and down, her tongue swirling around his shaft.
She lifted her head enough to speak. “Who gave you permission to be silent? Talk to me. Tell me what you feel. If you don’t, I’ll stop sucking you.”