Chapter Eight

 

 

 

“Iz.”

“Yeah.”

“The robe is affecting me in good ways.”

“I always said the black silk and red lace gig was overrated. No contest compared to plush microfiber by the meter.”

“I’d shag you wearing a sack.” As if to prove it, he squeezes my breast gently and kisses my neck.

“Your charm school etiquette needs a refresher, Darby.”

“I meant I’m all over you like a rash in a good way.” Will nips my neck to silence me. I think I drive him crazy. God help me. “Fuck, Izzy. I’m totally hot for you.” Will tugs my robe collar and presses his lips to mine. The kiss is molten and leaves me panting. He pulls me close.

“I can tell.” He knows exactly what I’m referring to. How could he not.

“I’m turned on because you’re torture with talons.”

“But I have short nails.”

“I mean I want you so bad it’s bittersweet. I need to take time to feel connection with you but when I’m with you, I can barely hold back. Can you handle that? If I want more from you than I can give back?”

Will stares down at my now gaping robe. There’s plenty of ripe cleavage on display.

“What do you mean, Will?”

“I want to ravish you. But I might want to do it the slow route.”

“I still don’t follow. You want us to take things slow? Now?” I say.

“I want you fast. But when it comes to me, I may need patience and time. For a while I may be a one-sided lover.”

“Meaning?”

“I want to give you orgasms. Lots of them. But I might not want to go there myself for now.”

Oh. Wow. That’s a bolt of a bombshell.

“Don’t you like me to touch you?”

“It’s just… Well. I need time. Can you handle an affair with me on those terms?”

I pout for effect. “Multiple orgasms. No expectation of reciprocal pleasure? Will, you ask a lot. As sick as it is, I’ll take it.”

“This is the cliff edge. Do we jump? I can’t guarantee it’ll be a smooth ride. But I sense you and me together will blow both our worlds.”

Fuck. I’m still processing what he’s asked of me. I want to ask why but something holds me back. He must have his reasons. And he’s told me it’s not me, it’s him. Do I believe and proceed?

I watch Will, considering my reply. He’s come clean and admitted attraction. In truth he’s every lyric from all the Pointer Sisters songs come to life. Do I smart crack and stand off? Or for once in my life do I grab this situation by the lapels and wrap my legs around it? I vote Pointer Sisters all the way.

I level completely. “Will, inside this normal, boring disguise, I read erotica and dream wild dreams. I have unexplored sex fantasies. I crave excitement like a starved fox pacing the perimeter of a chicken farm. And you’re opening a charcoal grill of sensual thrill with no expectation? Fuck sensible. It’s time to snatch the platter and savor.”

Will offers an approving nod and his eyes dilate as, inside me, something melts more. He touches my cheek, strokes behind my ear. Then he kisses me and I reel in wonder at the oblivion rush that is Will Darby, sex god. He spins me into orbit with the merest touch, and this isn’t about fulfilling my forfeit—this is beyond meager requirements. Will makes my pulse thrum with need. I’m completely certain that sex together will shatter all else and replace it with parameters that will redefine lovemaking in my future.

“I want to give you pleasure, Izzy. I want to turn your life into sensual nirvana. And I love your kisses.”

“I’m something of a fan of yours.” I feel his smile as he kisses around my jaw line. For some reason Creole Lady Marmalade plays in my head but it totally fits. This is the closest I’ve ever got to wild. I smile and Will stops kissing.

“What?”

“You make me all hump-ready hot bordello hostess and I don’t even have a corset in my closet.” I kiss Will with urgency. He makes me want to be bad and ramp up the heat. Maybe it’s because he’s given me boundaries and limits? My skin is prickling in a good way and I yearn to kiss him, touch him and explore his body. I reach for him but he catches my wrists.

“Let me be good to you, baby.”

My robe falls open when I move back and Will lets out a hiss.

He parts the fabric farther with his fingers. “Nice view.”

I kiss him deeply and tempt him with my tongue. Then I nibble at his ears, his neck. When he pulls me back, I revel in the thrill of the way our tongues meet and that his breathing makes my own breath catch. There’s deep longing that’s been lurking inside me, like a storm that’s brewed overlong in muggy weather. It’s building to cause serious structure damage and possibly a power cut.

Since I’ve begun to read and write erotica and feel its calling, I’ve needed this. An illicit, spontaneous affair. I tease Will with my tongue and get a reaction like a swiftly rolling boil from him. My hand goes down to the bulge that’s straining in his pants but a strong hand stops me.

He’s as turned on as I am. Why the prohibition rules?

“No touching. For now. I’ll tell you when that changes.”

Will lays me back in the seat. I’m all but falling out of my robe. I push it aside, hardly caring that he’s no more the gentleman and suddenly fast and eager. Will sweeps it off me and I’m naked in the pantry.

“Wow—that was fast.”

“I can be when the moves count.” He removes his top and, in seconds, he’s shirtless. His chest is a hymn to worked-out, glossy skin and a sexy dusting of dark hair leads the eye lower than Will permits. His ramped breathing makes me horny.

“I want you, but I want to kiss you everywhere. Do you approve?”

I nod and he lowers his mouth to my ear.

“I can’t hear.”

“Yes.”

Already there’s a deep ache between my legs. As if sensing my thoughts and feelings, he instructs, “Let me touch you below.”

As his hand meets my mound, my head is whooping for joy and trying not to listen to the screeches of trepidation in my head that tell me this is uncharted terrain. I do as he says. Sir Darby must be obeyed, surely? Will puts his fingers to my core and flicks deftly. He rubs and I know that I’m hot and totally damp.

“I have plans.” The next thing I know, my wrists are held together tightly. At this point my brain and my womb go on crazy turned-on synch. Will’s tying something. It’s the robe belt. He must’ve kept it? “You like to be tied?”

“Never tried.”

“You want to?”

“Uh-huh.”

“Good answer, Miss Tennant.”

I’m tied with my hands behind the back of the chair. At his mercy and arched for exploration.

Again his mouth comes close and his breath tickles the skin of my neck. He dips lower and takes my nipple between his teeth, then laves it with his tongue.

“You like?”

“Uh-huh. Oh yep.”

He gently sucks as, with his hand, he does serious kneading and teasing to my other breast that sends my privates Def Con One. “I will kiss you all over. And then I’m going to make you come with my hand and my mouth. Deal?”

“Definitely.” He’s made me horny as hell saying the words. Already he’s stroking the flesh of my breasts in soothing, smoothing strokes and I’m finding it rather stimulating. Each sweep of my flesh is like a whole body caress. My neurons and nerve endings are in a jangle but it’s a good mess. A hot one.

“Would you like a blindfold?”

“Thought you’d never ask.”

I love his low throaty chuckle. It’s as if he’d read my favorite bits of Silver Tie Guy and thrown them together for maximum heat in minimum time. He’s my Heaven-Sent Mr. Horny. He stands and fetches something from the rail. I suspect it’s an apron. It gets a whole new use in Will’s hands.

“Was that a yes?”

“Yes, blindfold. It’s a goer.”

“That would be, ‘Yes, Sir’.”

“Yes, Sir.” I lick my lips to wet my parched mouth. Suddenly, I’m shaking and everything is heightened as if I’m on top of the highest Christmas tree in the world and just as lit up.

Will is doing exactly as promised—touching my skin. He swirls with palms and fingers and kisses me. My breasts, then my thighs, calves. My feet. My ankles. My décolletage. Who knew such places could be this erotic? He licks my collarbone too, as if savoring a meal. Then he comes back to my pussy.

“Relax, Izzy. This is a taster for us both.”

I say nothing. His finger is on me. Then in me. Then on again. He’s at my folds and I’m wet for him and up for whatever he wants to do—I’m unable to stop myself grinding his hand and pushing into those fingers. It feels so good, it’s better than a continental chocolates buffet.

“You like that. Me too.” His words are pure provocative mantras.

His fingers slide over my clit tip and he strokes, then slides. The restraint heightens the sensation. The blindfold has me feeling more turned on than ever. My senses are on overdrive, I’m shaking and I’m panting. He’s barely touched me but I’m close to the edge and could scream. The rest of my body urges him on as I get off on his hand. My heart drums, breathing’s ragged.

Then it’s his mouth that claims me and I’m shaken, stirred and wired to the max.

With enthusiastic licks of his tongue, he masters my clitoris. I shudder with need at the impact of his every touch. His finger teases my breast and my nipple thrums to an aching peak. I moan for more and his mouth responds to my call. His hand is on the folds of my molten pussy and I can’t breathe or hold in the noises.

I’m thrashing on the chair and all I can do is enjoy every stroke. And now I’m losing it and about to go over without him. I sense it’s a whopper like I’ve never had before. The deft flicks and pressure are perfect for purpose.

“Oh hell. Will, fuck! Don’t stop!”

“Thought you were lost for words, baby. Who needs to talk?”

His hand’s back on my clit this time in earnest and he knows the moves that prolong my excitement. I’m shouting my appreciation and it echoes around the pantry—wow. The smell of citrusy hygiene wash will now forever remind me of spinning into erotic orbit on a chair, under Will’s expert hand. Hands tied, blindfolded and blissfully overcome.

That caressing hand claims my clitoris fully and my body can’t get enough as it explodes in waves of pleasure and I’m pushing myself up and into his hand and away with force and pumping movements. Unsure if it’s for relief or to heighten this amazing sensation even further.

If this is desire, I want a lifetime subscription. He’s barely touched me—I haven’t touched him at all. But I’m screaming and wild as Will takes me to heaven—without a season ticket or a view of the goals. But plenty of appreciation of performance.

 

* * * *

 

I’m in the cocoon of Will’s arms. His smell is divine but the spell breaks like a shop window in a night riot when he removes my ties and blindfold and pushes me to standing, then slaps my behind.

“You. Are. Bad.”

Shit. Did that just happen? He made me come and now he’s hurting my backside? If I wasn’t a hard-core erotica fan I’d probably be having serious worries right now. Mr. Wonderful turned into Mr. Buttock Whip Crack in a blink.

“Why did you just slap my behind?”

I’m rather excited by this. Yeah, yeah, I know some women would be grabbing their bonnet and calling the plods. But I’m a seasoned erotica girl and this is a whole new side to Will that has me doing jiggery-pokery.

“You just slapped my arse.”

“I did and I wanted to and I want to do it again. Izzy the Inflammatory. I find you make me itch to take revenge.”

He didn’t hurt me. I can tell it’s in semi-jest, though it was a decided slap. And it was rather nice. I don’t imagine I’ll have a welted bum to show for it. But still, it was a surprise.

“I’ll do it again unless you apologize.”

“For what?”

“Handbag pic. Say ‘sorry, Sir’.” His tone suggests he’s either pissed off or good at pretending he is. He sits on the seat where he made me orgasm and looks dark and tousled and even his nipples are gorgeous. He pulls my spanked arse down to sit on his knee. The erection is back to say hi.

“And what if I want you to spank me?”

“Good. We’ll both be happy. I want to spank you and I want you to like it and loathe it.”

In a jiffy he’s propelled me onto his knee and he’s spanking me like a good-un. And no, this is no Guy with the Silver Tie tame spanking for senior citizens showcase. This is full-on slapping my behind and each time gets harder. Trouble is, I’m laughing hard and squealing and turned on all at the same time. Wowzer—who knew?

“A photo from the web hardly deserves extreme vibrato smacking on the behind.”

“Don’t play with fire, Izzy Tennant. From now on overstepping warrants penalties. You will be disciplined. Especially since I’m your mentor. And especially since I know you like some hanky spanky.”

I turn and grin over my shoulder. “More please.”

But instead he caresses my buttocks and he teases me with his fingers—dipping back to the place he licked so very well.

“You like this more.”

Oh God. I can feel my heightened state already and all he’s done is touch me once. But even that touch of fingers over my folds, forward, back, in slightly and out has me ready for a full-on straddle and mount.

“Will…”

“Yes, darling. But you should call me Sir, remember? Don’t slip up or there will be repercussions.”

Shit, did he call me darling?

“Sir. Don’t play with fire. When my backside gets it, I turn decidedly frisky.”

“Oh. But frisky fire is exactly what I like.”

He stops that tormenting finger as abruptly as the spanking had started.

“Let’s leave you panting for more, shall we? I find that has greatest impact and I’m all for raising the stakes. I want to leave you feeling like you’ve been hit by a train. In the nicest way.”

I’m peeved. My clitoris has woken up again and now he’s asking me to cancel the party and force her feather boa back in its box. No way!

“No, Sir. I promise to do better.” Wow. He made that sound as if this could be a regular gig. And now that my vagina’s ready to do the lambada, it’s having a minor strop in the corner that he’s stopped. Will that be it? Or will this be a regular tryst arrangement? How do I feel about that? Um… Going by the way my body feels, I’d love it!

“I want you down there again…” I admit. Hell, my cheeks are flaming—both bottom and top—and I don’t care. I’d rather be honest and blunt than left moist and panting.

“Good. Glad to hear it. But time isn’t on our side… I need a shower too. Keep your desire warm and willing for me. I’ll make it worth your while when I get back.”

Now back to the pronounced shaft that’s pressing against my upper thigh as I sit on him. “How do I say this…but…I’d quite like to make you feel good too? And there’s something here that says it’s not ready to take no for an answer.”

“I meant what I said about limits.” His gaze is firm and there’s a glint of threat. “As gorgeous as you are, I do have to go to school now.”

“With a hard-on? That could involve a night in the cells later.”

“I’ll take care of it. Work comes first.”

“Work certainly comes before Will. Which makes Will a very dull boy in my book.”

He replies, “We could revisit if you promise to stay the night?”

I don’t answer. I’m pretty shocked at this little turn-up for the books. “You want me to stay?”

“Oh, I want you all right. Tip…of…the…ruddy…iceberg, Tennant. Bet your life on it! I want you every which way I can get you.”

I watch Will pull on his shirt, then he takes me by the hand and leads me out of our pantry of passion.

This man who’s so ably turned our brief acquaintance into private lessons in sex has turned my world on its head yet acts like it’s all so easy, breezy business as usual.

“I’ll report back after calling into school. You’ll be here when I get back, won’t you?” Will asks. “We’ll go to bed. Then I’ll cook dinner tonight. For now I must go change.” He bends and kisses me softly on the forehead.

He disappears and I’m left to scan the palatial abode that is his home. But when Will returns in a fresh change of tracksuit and running shoes, he blows me sideways.

“Don’t leave. Or do anything exciting without me,” he warns. “Don’t answer the door. Or the phone. But stay here and wait for me to come back and pamper you! And most of all…”

“What?”

“Don’t you dare shave your bush. I like it that way. I suspect you’ll go all coy and manic with the shaving gel and razor. I like it the way it is. In fact… I love it. It’s perfect.”

Fuck.

And how did he read my mind? I’d never have dreamed of getting the jiggy on without a full body depilation session. But it seems he likes me warm and fuzzy.

“Can’t I shave my legs?”

“Only legs. That delight between your legs is all mine. And I like it perfectly formed the way I found it.”

F.U.C.K.

I do want to stay. And I want my private terrain between my legs to be his. And what the fuck have I turned into? I nod and wink at him.

“Consider it pass code protected in the name of Will.”

He laughs loudly and my womb tremors in delight at that. “You are the woman of my most scandalized dreams.” He blows me a kiss then departs. The door clicks and he’s gone. Damn, that man is good!

“I can’t believe I am doing this!” I say softly to myself. I think I might have slipped into somebody else’s life by mistake—but hell, fuck, bugger, I don’t intend ever giving it back when it feels this good.

 

* * * *

 

I stand at the hallway window, watching the deer on the outskirts of the grounds of Hangley Grange. I know how they feel—skittish, afraid, bewildered.

How will we hide our thing? Do we even have a thing? What’s with his ‘don’t touch me yet’ shit? I haven’t even felt his thing. Oh, so many thing issues. Can we keep such a big secret?

I still can’t believe I’ve let rash lust and hormones have free rein. The sublime echoes of Will linger on me like a favorite scent. But it’s a scary, dark parfum with an imperative secret under note.

In two days my world has been hijacked. By a man who’s intent on making me come and hiding his own stash of goods. But the sex is fantastic!

I mosey round the rooms and end up in the lounge. The cinema TV screen’s so wide and there’s a load of newspapers across the sofa. I pick up a couple to take them back to bed and something I see stalls me like a ghost sighting.

It’s Janey. On the cover of a tabloid daily newspaper. Fuck.

She’s with Ben Lindhurst but the words aren’t as flattering as her picture. “Football Ace’s Knockout Lady Has a Shady Sexy Secret,” reads the headline.

My pulse shoots off at knots and I know I have to do something. I’d call her but I don’t even know where my phone or handbag are. And the former is likely out of charge. Nor do I know how to lock the door. But I’m at the landline phone and I’m calling Mo because I have her shop phone number memorized. We’ll work the lock out later. Janey needs us.

I have to go. My friend’s in jeopardy. As much as I don’t want to walk out on what’s happened with Will, my friends’ needs come first.