A Riding Crop for Two (3 page)

He backed her up until
her legs touched the mattress. Gently, he laid her down, and then knelt in
front of her. He spread her wide, his mouth traveling up her inner thighs until
he hovered before her exposed
quim
.
No, he wouldn’t.
The thought of him
feasting on her most private area filled her with anxiety, but the expectation
of it overrode any slight hesitation. He laid her dangling legs over his broad
shoulders.

Olivia cried out as his
tongue plunged between her soaking folds. He alternately licked, sucked and
thrust with his entire mouth. With two fingers, he spread her wide and dove
deeper.

His thumb began a steady
massage on her hardened, swollen nub. The sensations pummeled her senses, her
hips rising off the edge of the bed. Her moans were low and guttural.

“Yes, come for me,
Liv
. I want you to cry out. Christ, you taste like the
finest champagne. Perhaps soon, I will pour some in your pussy and drink from
you.”

Gideon continued with
his oral assault.
Champagne
?
Good God, he
was
decadent. She loved
it.

Olivia reached out and
grabbed a fistful of his silky, raven hair. He growled in response and sucked
and lapped at a faster pace.

He brought her to climax
at The Riding Crop with just his fingers. This was much more intense. Intimate.
Her breathing grew ragged, and she could hold nothing back. Her low, soft moans
grew in intensity and volume. She was lost in a sensual mist. Gideon kept up
the fevered pace.

The precipice drew
closer, and then she plunged off. She screamed his name until her voice was
raw,
her hips bucking off the bed with each shake and
shudder of her climax. Her heels dug into his shoulders. Gideon sat back and
watched. His obsidian eyes were alive with desire.

He stood, grabbed her
legs at the ankles and swung her around until she lay flat on the bed. His hand
roved over his muscled abdomen and then he absently stroked his hard cock.

“You are astoundingly
beautiful, do you know that? Every time I thought of you those three days I
drank myself into oblivion, I hardened like this.
Throbbing
pain, aching for you.
I lost track of the times I slipped away to stroke
my cock to release. All because of the very thought of you. No one has ever
brought me to such a state.
Only you,
Liv
.”

His words.
There was such feeling and emotion in his deep, husky
voice. She watched as he opened the night table drawer and pulled out an
envelope.
A sheath.
He rolled it on, as he no doubt
had done many times before. He placed himself between her spread legs and
kissed her abdomen, his tongue swirling on her sweat-coated skin. Balanced on
his knees, his hands cupped her breasts, squeezing and pinching her nipples.
His head lowered and he suckled her. The waves of desire poured through her
again.

His touch.
Incendiary in its depth, scorching heat emanated from
his mouth and talented fingers. Her back arched in raw pleasure. She had no
idea it could be like this. His hand roved downward. Gideon plunged three
fingers into her swollen
quim
. He stroked and
stretched her. In a matter of minutes, his fingers were replaced by something
wider, more masculine. He pushed in slightly. His head fell back and a long,
low, gravelly groan left his throat.

His cock.
He was not a small man. She knew this, as she’d heard
the stories. She’d held his thick girth in her hands at The Riding Crop and
brought him to release. As he poised at her entrance, she realized she was not
frightened. Instinctively, she knew Gideon would not hurt her. Beads of sweat
rolled down his face as he fought to keep control. The slick glide surely
caused sparks as he entered her, inch by inch. He was seated to the hilt.
Stretched and filled, her inner muscles clenched him tight. Gideon’s eyes
popped open, and he stared down at her. The muscles in his arms rippled from
his efforts. Oh, he was beautiful.
His intense gaze potent
and telling.
She wished to stay like this forever.

Chapter Three

Warmth, heat,
comfort and contentment.
Home.
Like none he’d ever known. Gideon wished to stay
here forever—connected and joined. He was completely undone. She had let him
into her garden.
Absolute paradise.
With an
excruciating slowness, he withdrew until the swollen, sheathed head of his cock
sat at her entrance. He rolled his hips and teased her engorged nub. She
writhed and moaned—so responsive. He promised her long, slow, agonizing
strokes. He would give them to her. He was propped up on his arms, and it took
every bit of control not to pound her hard and fast.
Another
time.
For now—savor.

He glanced down and
watched as his cock slid in a deliberate stroke until he was all the way in.
So tight, so wet.
He shuddered as lustful passion roared
through him. It was if he’d never had sex before. Certainly not like this. Each
glide
delightful torture. With his right hand, he
cupped her ass and angled her for a deeper penetration. He leaned forward, so
his cock slid against her clit.

Liv
groaned with every long, measured thrust. The last
ten years, filled with meaningless, desolate encounters, broke apart and faded
from his memory. They all meant nothing. While this—meant everything. Jesus
Christ, he felt moisture gathering in his eyes. He blinked back the sting of
intense emotion that threatened to overtake him. Be dammed if he would cry
while making love to a woman.

Liv
raised her hips and met his languorous movements.

“Gideon.”

Her voice was full of
awe. He understood how she felt.

He leaned toward her a
little more, increasing the pressure between her hardened nub and his prick. He
watched as a glorious climax seized
Liv
with a tight
grip. Her eyes widened, and her cries of passion clutched his heart. Many more
minutes passed, as he concentrated on bringing her to another release. Gideon
could now tell when her desire reached its peak. He leaned in to capture her
lips with his. His tongue thrusts matched the push and slide of his cock.
Liv
whimpered and writhed, and enthusiastically met every
movement.

Her lips tore away from
his, and she screamed his name. Gideon let his orgasm intertwine with hers.
Wave after wave of sensual sensations wracked his body. He threw his head back
and roared guttural, profane words.
Liv
clasped his
body close, her arms and legs wrapped around him tight so they shook and
shuddered as one.

After many minutes, he
reluctantly pulled out of her body. Tossing the used sheath on the nearby
table, he lay down next to her.
 
Liv
curled into him, and he pulled her close. His ragged
breathing gave way to exhausted sleep.

****

Olivia lay next to
Gideon and watched him sleep for a long time.
He must be very fatigued. He did say he hardly slept
. Impossibly
long lashes feathered his flushed cheeks. His full, sensual lips were parted
slightly as his even breathing indicated a deep sleep. Unshaven and disheveled,
he looked like a fallen angel lying there in his naked glory. She gently pulled
the silk quilt over his body. He did not even flinch.

She stood and reached
for the peignoir from the floor and slipped it on. Considering the size of this
master bedroom, he must have his own bathroom, she surmised. She looked about
the room. The dark wood panels and gold and brown tones spoke to the
masculinity of the space. Gilded frames held oil paintings of battles fought
long ago. Medieval knights in epic combat, sailing frigates fighting stormy
seas, and red-coated soldiers lined up with muskets on a wide, barren field.
Next to the dark brown leather settee was a sideboard with crystal decanters
and glasses. On the opposite wall were two doors. She padded to one, opened it
and peered in.
A walk-in wardrobe.
Olivia crossed the
threshold and smiled at the racks of suits, vests, shirts and coats lining both
sides of the narrow space. A shelf above held many hats of different sizes and
colors.

She walked to the suits
and lifted one sleeve to her nose and inhaled.
Pure Gideon.
A faint whiff of his cologne mixed with his musky, spicy scent. She rubbed the
rough wool against her cheek as if to immerse herself in his potent aroma. She
let the sleeve go and opened one of the many small drawers.
Gloves
of every type, chamois, silk and leather.
Another drawer held neckties,
neck-cloths and cravats of all colors and types. Heavens, there was enough
clothing here to dress five men.

She turned and left the
dressing room and softly closed the door behind her. Opening the door next to
it, she gasped. His private bath was stunning.
Completely
modern.
Her hand touched the top of the huge porcelain claw-foot tub,
big enough for two, she observed. Hand-painted tiles with scenes of stately
gardens adorned the walls. On the opposite wall was a large window with
elaborate stained glass, the pattern similar to the garden design of the wall
tiles. A copper gas heater was connected to the pipes coming through the wall.
Good God, the man had hot, running water. She glanced at the nearby washbasin
with its ornate, marble top; it too connected to exterior pipes. Her guest bath
did not have this. She bathed in a copper tub with heated water the maid had
brought to her. Her bathroom did have an indoor privy, but it was not as fancy
as this one. The intricate etchings of the commode matched the marble basin,
and it had a mahogany seat.
Such luxury.

She would run Gideon a
warm bath. She turned the taps and the pipes rattled and shook for a few
moments, startling her. A puff of gas came out of the taps, making her cough.
The heater clanked. Sticking her hand under the faucet, she adjusted the taps until
an even mixture of hot and cold water came forth.

Next to the basin were a
number of items laid out on a wooden tray. Olivia walked to the counter and
stroked the objects with her fingers. A bottle of
Taylor
’s Lime Aftershave, a straight razor,
sandalwood shaving soap and a brush.
A container of tooth
powder, and next to it, a bottle of Creed’s cologne.
She picked it up,
unscrewed the cap and inhaled deeply.
Gideon, in every way.
 
She could smell cloves, bergamot, and a
slight hint of citrus, lemon perhaps? She sauntered back to the bath and added
a few drops of the scent to the water.

Olivia leaned against
the edge of the tub and relived the past hour. She hadn’t any notion sex could
be so wonderful, so all consuming and compelling. Her only other experience
with sex was the rape.
 
She did not count
her time at The Riding Crop. Men often climaxed while she whipped them with her
crop. She thought it disgusting. She had no idea. The rapturous lovemaking from
Gideon did not completely erase the horrible memories, but it certainly was a
good beginning.

Her fingers absently ran
through the rising water. Brought back from her pleasant thoughts of a naked
Gideon above her and thrusting deep, she turned off the taps, laid the bottle
of cologne on the counter and headed to the bedroom.

****

Gideon’s eyes fluttered
open. He must have been dreaming. An angel in a coral gown was touching him and
whispering in his ear.

“Gideon, wake up. I have
run you a bath. Come.”

His eyes opened wider
and focused.
Liv
. Yes, he was in heaven. He felt so
relaxed, so sated and content; he could have slept for hours.

He yawned, stretched and
watched the admiring gaze of
Liv
cover him as he
stood. He glanced down.
Hard as a pike.
As he looked
back at
Liv
, she grinned and shook her head in
amusement. He clasped her small hand and let her lead him toward the bathroom.
He climbed into the tub and lowered himself. Since his legs were so long, he
had to bend them slightly at the knee.
Liv
picked up
the sponge and his soap and sat on the edge of the large tub. With a slow,
deliberate circular motion, she lathered his body with soap, beginning at his
neck and across his shoulders.
God, her touch.
The sponge flicked his nipples, hardening
them into peaks. He was so sensitive there, hell, everywhere. As long as it was
Liv
doing the touching.

She dipped the sponge in
the tub then squeezed, rivulets of warm water trailed down his chest. She
leaned forward to wash his back, and her breasts brushed by his cheek. A ragged
moan of lust tore from his throat.

“I picked a good time to
give my valet, Mr.
Jergens
, the week off. You are
doing an admirable job as his replacement.”

Liv
laughed softly. The feminine sound curled up his
spine.