THEY HAD NOT AGREED to take their role-playing beyond the night, beyond the doors of the play room, Mildred huffed as she scanned the book titles in Lady Katherine's library. She could only put half her mind, however, to the task of finding a good book for Jason. Her time at breakfast with Alastair and Kittredge still rankled her. If he had made a polite request for her to finish her toast, she might have done so without protest.
No, she would've pointed out that what she ate was no affair of his. She had asked for this, after all, though she had not considered breakfast to be part of the arrangement. Nevertheless, she had invited him to take the role of dominant, and she had been more than willing to submit to his commands last night.
Last night. Her body flushed at the memories. She could hardly wait for tonight. Should she confess that she had been unable to follow his bidding, unable to withhold herself from spending? But then, what might he do? Would she have lost any chance of experiencing the reward he had promised? Could she, perhaps, find a way to make up for her misstep?
She would have time to think on it while Alastair and the rest of the men were out hunting.
She returned to looking at the books on the bookshelf. There were a good many books she thought Jason would enjoy. She wondered if he had read Gulliver's Travels by Jonathan Swift? She pulled the book from the shelf.
"I hope you will not make it a habit to disagree with me?"
She whirled around to find Alastair standing inches from her. His nearness ruffled her more than she liked.
"Perhaps I would not if you were not so overbearing," she replied after she had regained her balance. "I was not aware that our arrangement last night allowed you to order me about at all times."
He took a step closer, and she would have retreated if the bookcase behind her did not block her.
"It most certainly did. Perhaps next time you will be more careful with what you request."
She bristled, though he had a point. "And do you approach me now to order me about some more?"
"I do indeed."
Her pulse surged. She glanced past him to see that they were alone.
"I do not think we shall be discovered, but let that be an incentive for you to comply as swiftly as possible."
She embraced the book she held as if it were a shield that could protect her. She looked up at him. "What is it you wish?"
Instead of answering, he closed the distance between them, bumping her into the bookshelf. He curled his fingers about the back of her neck and pressed her chin up with his thumb. She quivered inside as her breath grew uneven. He gazed down at her, and she saw his pupils dilate. Did he mean to kiss her? She very much hoped he would.
When he lowered his head, she closed her eyes so that all her senses could focus on the touch of his lips upon hers. The kiss was soft and gentle but set off a riot inside her body. Desire flamed anew.
With his hand still wrapped about her neck, he pulled her even closer so that his mouth pressed hard against hers. He parted her lips with his and took mouthfuls of her, sweeping her breath away. The book slid from her grasp, and he grunted when it landed upon his boot.
"Sorry," she mumbled.
He slammed his body into hers, pinning her to the shelves, before resuming his assault upon her mouth.
As much as his kisses thrilled her, she murmured, "Alastair, we must not."
She made a feeble attempt to push him away with a hand, but he pinioned the offending hand to the bookcase. She was trapped. And the possibility that they might be discovered in a compromising way toyed with her ardor.
"Someone might come upon us." She gasped as his mouth trailed to her neck. When his lips caressed her throat, the last of her resistance melted. She wrapped her free arm about him and threaded her fingers through his soft dark locks. She tilted her hips toward him, and she thought she could feel the hardness at his crotch.
He slammed his pelvis into her, making her head whirl. Lust overcame discretion, and she moaned as he kissed whole patches up and down her neck. His hand slid from her neck to cup a breast. She wished she did not have to wear stays so that she could better feel his hand upon her. Nonetheless, she thrilled to his every touch. When he moved his hand to her back, she relished being in his embrace. Truly, there was nothing this man could do that did not excite a response from her body.
Their lips joined once more, and she kissed him back. There was no consideration of what the end would be, for perhaps their actions would only stoke an aggravation that could not be satisfied till later that night. It might even be his intention to set her up for torment, for surely he did not intend to take her here in the library. Yet, knowing this, she could not stay herself from the present temptation. If they were to cease, he would have to initiate it.
He withdrew to give her a chance to catch her breath, and, pressing his forehead to hers, he asked, his own breath a little haggard, "Are you wet?"
"I am not certain. Perhaps."
He took a step back and began unbuttoning his fall. Her eyes widened.
“On your knees, my dear.”
"Not here. Alastair!"
But his cock sprang free. She could not help but stop and admire the stiff and ready pole, but her senses appealed once more. "This is your aunt's home!"
"Katherine would be the least astonished."
She looked to the door.
"If you are worried, I suggest you act quickly.”
She was still flustered but sank to the ground. She clasped her hand about his delightful member. A sound in the corridor made her scramble back up to her feet, but the doors to the library remained closed. She looked to Alastair to see if he had changed his mind, but he only waited. Relenting, she settled herself back on her knees, took his cock in hand, and fitted her mouth over its tip.
Dear God, what had she gotten herself into?
Taking her by the back of her head, he guided her mouth farther down his shaft. She licked and sucked, hoping he would not expect a long session of swallowing cock. He emitted a low groan. She tried to take all of him, but she could not relax enough to do so. He shifted his hand to the back of her neck so that he would not muss her hair and guided her up and down his shaft.
Surely he did not intend to make her suck his cock till he spent? But fearing that he would, she attended to his cock with as much vigor as she could. And perhaps, if she pleasured him to completion, he would not think to inquire as to whether or not she had succeeded in following his orders last night.
Heat swirled in her loins, for she wished such easy attention could be had for her cunnie. She enjoyed his cock, even tasting the saltiness of his seed. Having one's mouth stuffed with cock was so wanton, so depraved. But most of all, though it seemed he battered her with his weapon, it was he who was at her mercy, his desires succumbing to her application. She liked knowing that she could arouse him to such hardness. She could sense his desperation in the way he bucked his hips at her. He was near to spending.
“Let not a drop fall,” he warned.
With a muffled roar, he dispensed his seed.
She had nowhere to turn, for he held the base of her head still. The hairs at his groin nearly tickled her nose. A tangy flavor filled her mouth as she tried not to balk at the load. She swallowed as best she could with his cock still in her mouth and gagged a little. His mettle threatened to drip from her mouth, but she swept it back in with her fingers.
He withdrew his cock, allowing her to finish swallowing, before aiming it once more at her mouth. The tip grazed her cheek before entering. She swirled her tongue about his member to lick it clean.
Nothing could surpass the wantonness of what she had just done. And she had done it in Lady Katherine’s library. It was more than fortunate that no one had come upon them, but there was no denying that the fear of being caught added to the titillation.
“My God,” Alastair breathed before withdrawing for the final time.
When he fixed a starry gaze upon her face, she returned an impish smile.
He went to his knees and, clasping her head in both hands, crushed his mouth atop hers. The kiss reached into the depths of her mouth, as if he sought to taste himself in her. Heat swirled in her loins, and she knew for certain now that she was wet between the legs.
“I have something for you,” he whispered into her ear.
Her pulse quickened. Would he attend her somehow? Her body desperately desired it, but she did not wish to risk them further.
He buttoned his fall first. From inside his coat, he drew out a small box and opened it. Inside, upon the silk cushioning, lay two silver balls, both of which could easily fit in the palm of her hand.
"What are they?"
"Chinese pleasure balls."
He had her sit upon the floor and lift her skirts.
"I think we should —" she hesitated.
"Do not delay, lest you wish to suffer the consequences later tonight."
Reluctantly, she inched her skirts over her bent knees.
"Farther," he commanded.
She bunched the skirts at the tops of her thighs. He spread her knees apart, and the warmth of her body extended to her cheeks at the exposure. He picked up one of the balls between thumb and forefinger and rubbed it against her folds. Pressing deeper, he coated it with her nectar. Closing her eyes, she leaned back and allowed her head to fall against the books. Perhaps she would risk it. At present, he could put anything to her quim, and she would find it pleasurable.
She gasped and sat up when he pushed the ball inside of her. The second ball soon followed. How odd. She had not guessed that this would be their purpose.
He pulled her skirts back over her legs and assisted her to her feet.
"Oh my," she gasped as the balls moved. They even seemed to quiver, as if the tiniest hammer were striking her most intimate areas.
"The balls have small weights inside them," Alastair explained.
"Ah." She knit her brows till the balls settled in place.
"They will stay till I remove them."
She stared at him in stunned silence.
"Do your best to keep them. You will not want to constantly replace them."
"I am to walk in these?"
"Till I remove them."
He backed away from her to give her room. She took a small step and immediately felt the movement of the balls. Worried that they might fall out, she clenched her cunnie.
"It is not possible," she murmured.
"I gave you the lightest pair I could find."
She tried another step. "No, no, this is too awkward."
If she were walking in private, she might enjoy these delightful balls. But to have them inside her as she went about the day was too much. And what if she should lose one?
"How long am I to have these pleasure balls?"
"As I said, till I have them removed.”
“And when will that be?" She looked to the long case clock at the corner of the room. Would he make her wear these for ten minutes? Half an hour? One hour?
"I have not yet decided. Perhaps all day."
“All day!" she cried.
He bent down and picked up her book, handing it back to her before making his way to the doors.
"Alastair!"
"Be grateful, Millie. If we were at Château Follet, I could make you wear a chastity belt of iron or a loincloth made from nettles."
He turned back to the doors and unlocked them.
Her mouth fell open. "They were locked all this time?"
He grinned. "They were."
She would have liked to have thrown Gulliver's Travels at him.
"After you, my lady," he said, opening a door.
She trembled with anger but sauntered toward him. She moaned as the balls rolled and bumped each other, sending ripples throughout her nether region. Seeing his look of amusement, she suppressed the urge to glare at him. She would show him instead her poise, and that she was worthy of the experience she had requested of him.
"Thank you, my lord," she said as she swept by him.
"There you are," exclaimed Kittredge. "Mrs. Cheswith asked if I was to join the hunt, and I thought of passing since Alastair and I have been at it for a few days already. She suggested a ride, and I think it a capital idea. Would you care to join us, Miss Abbott?"
"Thank you, but I think I shall spend a quiet morning reading," she answered. The last thing she wanted, with these balls inside of her, was to be bounced about on the back of a horse.
"But we may never see such pleasant weather again till the spring," said Alastair.
She tried not to scowl at him. "I am a poor rider and would slow the party."
"I doubt Mrs. Cheswith will want to ride fast or break into gallop."
Millie frowned at the thought of the balls bouncing madly inside of her if she were to ride at full gallop.
"I think I shall read, then assist with the picnic preparations."
"My aunt and the servants can attend to the picnic," said Alastair. "You should ride, Millie."
He meant it as a command. What a treacherous man her cousin could be!
"Then let it be a short ride."
Kittredge turned to Alastair. "And will you join us?
"I think I shall."
Her heart plummeted. With Alastair along, there would be no relief for her. The faintest regret began to creep into her. Perhaps it had been unwise to submit her request to Alastair. She eyed him, wondering why he was being so vexing. Was this truly how dominants were at Château Follet? She thought of the Viscount Devon. Would he have made her carry Chinese pleasure balls inside her cunnie while horseback riding? Or was such cruelty unique to her cousin?
She believed the latter.