X: Command Me through Alexander's Eyes - Geneva Lee Page 0,86
elastic lace of her knickers. “You are such a tease in this little skirt. I’ve had blue balls all morning thinking about your barely covered thighs. Do you know what it’s like to spend the whole day hiding an erection from half the monarchy?”
“I can’t say that I do,” she says breathlessly.
“Exactly.” I rip them off her, sliding the ruins lace roughly from her and shoving it in my pocket. It feels like a trophy, but she’s the true prize. I lift the back of her skirt and examine my reward appreciatively. “This gives a whole new meaning to bareback.”
Her body softens in submission, waiting for me to take her. But I’m not ready for this to end. I want to tease her. I want to torture her. I want to make every nerve in her body sing with hopeful arousal.
Pressing my heel into the horse’s side, I urge us forward slowly. Her bare skin slaps against the leather. There’s a slightly wet smack with each beat of the hooves beneath us. I resist the urge to stop and bury myself inside her slick heat. It’s harder to resist the temptation when she starts to squirm. Her hips trying to signal that she wants my hand to move from its place on her belly to the want between her legs.
I grind my cock into her backside instead, knowing this will both drive her wilder but also let her know she’s not alone in her desperation.
After a while, her head lolls back, and she gazes up at me with pleading eyes. I slow to a trot and lift my hand to brush her cheek. “Yes, poppet?”
I want to hear her say it.
“Please.”
“Please what?” I could come just listening to her beg.
“Please, stop. I…need…you.” She struggles to ask. After meeting her parents, I can see why. She’s been taught to take her place and take what’s given. I want her to learn to ask for what she wants. I want her to ask for every filthy pleasure she’s ever denied herself.
And then I want to give them all to her.
“Say it, Clara,” I coax.
“I want you to fuck me,” she whispers, the words sounding hesitant on her lips, even though truth coats them.
I wait for a moment. “Want or need?”
Her throat slides, and something changes in her face. She gives in.
She submits—not to me but to herself.
“I need your cock. I need you to fuck me until I can’t take any more. Please.”
I can’t give her all of me. I won’t burden her with that curse, but I can give her this—and I will.
Chapter Thirty-Two
Dismounting the horse, I turn to find her swinging her leg over to follow. I catch her, stopping her from sliding from the saddle. Clara doesn’t protest as I guide her legs open and slide my palms along her bare thighs. Her cunt is a dark, rosy pink, aggravated and aroused by our ride. It’s nearly as beautiful as she is.
I want all of her. I need all of her. I help her to her feet but only so I can lay claim to her. Clara seems to have the same idea as she rips at my clothing. She manages to get my jacket off before I grab her arm. Pinning her wrists together with one hand, I lift them. She’s an innocent caught in my snare. I lash out, forcing off her skirt before tearing off her blouse. Buttons scatter around us, but Clara only relaxes more with each predatory move. I slide my fingers into her bra, popping her breasts free from its constraints but leaving the lingerie to lift her nipples.
I take one and suck it like I could swallow her whole. Then the other. I continue until her breath comes in shallow pants, and she sways on buckling knees. I catch her before she crumbles—and more importantly before she comes. “Not yet, poppet.”
She moans but doesn’t fight me, so I push it farther. Dropping her arms, I order her. “Take off your bra.”
Clara obeys, her eyes locked with mine as she shrugs out of her ruined shirt. Her bra follows. Then she waits as though she understands the game we’re playing. I run my eyes along her bare skin as she stands before me in nothing but a pair of leather riding boots.
A thousand ideas war in my head for attention. “I have half a mind to set you back on that horse and watch your tits and ass bounce across the countryside.”