Seducing the Regency Dom (9 page)

"Don't move. Stay as you are. Good girl."
The praise flowed over her like honey. "Oh yes, Xiao
Māo,
you are
perfect. Now, what shall we do to make you fly?" He moved her hair to one
side of her back, slid it across her shoulder and grazed his teeth across the
soft skin on the nape of her neck. Susanna shivered. The tiny stings teased and
it was all she could do not to ask for more. More of what, she couldn't
determine. However, she knew that enticement wasn't enough.

Something soft and long stroked her skin. She sighed
as whatever it was curled over her back and shoulders. It teased like warm
chocolate poured from a jug, and the fine hairs on her back stood on end as
they were touched.

"Bend and hold onto the arms of the
chair."

His tone had changed. Neither harsh nor intimidating,
it invited instant compliance. Susanna risked a glance to determine just where
the arms she needed to hold were and saw his booted feet a short distance in
front of her. As she did as he asked, they moved and she was left wondering
where he was, and what would happen next. The pose stretched her back and spine
and she struggled to keep her arse resting on her calves.

"Xiao
Māo
, what's your word? We go no further until you tell
me."

Susanna gulped.
Her word?
Ah…

"Happy, my lord."
Oh so very happy.
Was she at last going to discover more of Tony's
needs? For a brief second she worried what would happen if it didn't appeal to
her. She mentally shrugged, deciding to address that problem if she had to.

"Then relax and let your mind absorb this."
The strands of whatever he held slid from her nape to the hollow just above the
indentation that signaled the way into entrance of her rear. She squirmed, for
it tickled rather than anything else.

He laughed. It was deep and rolled into her like an
autumn mist rolled over the hills behind her home. "First I will bind your
hands, and I think your ankles. It will make it easier for you to absorb the vibrations.
To immerse yourself in your senses and forget everything else."

Tony pulled Susanna's hair and she lifted her head.
He walked around her without letting go, and hunkered down in front of her.
The sight of him wearing only his pantaloons and boots made her
mouth go dry and her quim become damp.

He laughed and used his free hand to stroke her
cheek. "If I touched your cunt I vow my finger would be coated in your
cream. However, I will abstain."

Susanna moaned her dismay and his hand tightened in
her hair. "Patience is something you need to cultivate, my dear. Lift up
onto your knees. Good, now let me put this stool under you for you to rest on."
He slid a long padded stool under her and pressed on her back to make her sink
onto it. Susanna realized she now knew one use for it. She wondered what the
others could be, and hoped she'd find out before long. It took him scant
seconds to fasten her ankles so her legs were spread out.
     
 

"Grip hard." He bit the lobe of her ear,
none too gently and Susanna's moan became a hiss. The pain was short lived but
ran through her like water poured over someone from a jug or pail.

Before she had time to analyze why something so
painful made her body tremble with pleasure and her scalp tingle with anticipation
of more, Tony tied her hands to the chair with long silky strips of material.
The ends he left loose to dangle downward.

"Now, I think the eyes. I want all your
concentration on yourself. How you feel, what you anticipate, what you want, or
if necessary, what you hate. The only things you will hear are my voice and
your heartbeat."

Her vision was obscured by a thick strip of velvet.
Behind it she was alone, and could do nothing except strain to hear his words over
the loud beat of her heart.

"Xiao
Māo
." His voice touched her soul and made her shiver. It
hinted of unknown things to come. "You look perfect like this. There is
only one more thing. This."

 
The flick of leather
on her arse made her jump. It stung.

"Word?"

"H…happy, Sir. Oh lud…" The leather
switched her again, harder this time and the sting morphed into pain.
A long dull pain that flowed over her skin and across her mind.

"To see you like this is more than I ever
hoped. To see you accept my blows and absorb the pain so sweetly is perfection.
A few more?"

He is asking me?
Surely he tells me?
However, even in her floating state, Susanna understood what Tony was doing. He
would give her no chance to say she was coerced into anything. What was it Jane
had said? "To be flogged or spanked and have to count the strokes adds so
much to the intensity of it all. And to count in sets of five
adds
even more."

Susanna took a deep breath.
"Five,
my lord?"

She fancied she could feel his relief in the air.
His hand stroked over her back and arse in small caressing circles. "Xiao
Māo
, you are truly
for me. Now breathe through the pain and let it become pleasure. Remember you may
cry deng or ting if need be. You have my word, I will heed them."

"I never thought any different." Susanna
hurried to reassure him. "There will be no need. I trust you with every
fiber of my being. I have so longed for this moment. When you accept I am what
you need."

The gentle touch of his lips on her back was so
brief she might have missed it if she hadn't been so focused.

"Then count." She heard the swish of the
leather before it touched the soft skin of her arse.

"One," The sting grew in intensity.

Swish
.
"Two." All she
could here was her heart, and the sound of the leather moving through the air.

"Three." She began to float, as the pain
changed, and made her blood stir and her heartbeat switch up.

The next blow was harder, across her upper arse, and
she absorbed it gladly.
So good.
She was flying as she
sobbed the numbers.
 
"Four
and five."

Her skin stung with a beautiful heat, and over the thump
of her heart, she heard his welcome words. "Now, Xiao
Māo
, come
now." His fingers slipped inside her channel and moved swiftly to increase
her juices. He withdrew and nipped her nub.

Susanna screamed and slid noisily over the edge of
the abyss. When she came to, she was wrapped in a blanket, and curled up on Tony's
lap. He kissed her and buried his face in her neck.

"So, do we put the parents out of their misery
and plan a wedding?"

Susanna giggled. "I like the idea of the
wedding, but must we put our Mamas’ minds to rest?”

"Minx.
We must. However, I
will press for an early wedding. They will of course agree for all the wrong
reasons, but that is no concern of ours."

"Wrong…? Oh." Susanna blushed. Tony roared
with laughter.

"Who knows, it may be valid.
If
my ministrations have not made you too sore?"
He raised one
eyebrow.

Susannah blushed and cursed her propensity to color
up at the drop of a hat.
"No, my lord."

"Ah, I must be losing my touch.
Next time perhaps?"
He flicked her cheek. "Then
perhaps I can assuage my aching cock in your pretty cunt and enjoy my release
within you? Or shall I be a gentleman and withdraw?"

"In me, now."
Susanna threw the
blanket to one side and slid off Tony's lap. "I believe this was something
you requested at the theater?" She put her legs on either side of him and
lifted his cock out of his pantaloons.
Once released it
sprung upward: the tip was wet, and the sides, slick.

Susanna bit her lip and took Tony's prick in one
hand. She concentrated on guiding it toward her quim, and slowly drew him
inside her. As he filled her tight channel she was once more astounded how
something so large fitted into somewhere so small. Indeed the workings of the
body were wondrous.

"Now."
Tony gripped her
waist and forced her downward. He filled her to the hilt and began to move. His
powerful thighs moved her up and down on him, and sweat beaded his brow.

"Oh lud, please."
The familiar tingles
that signaled her climax were increasing in speed and density. She shook with
the effort of holding back until Tony joined her.

"Now."
He roared the word as
he filled her channel and Susanna echoed his shout and one more flew.

Chapter
Eleven

"Give me one good reason why we agreed to
this?" Tony stood at the front of the chapel on his country estate and moved
his cravat an eighth of an inch. "I should have let you entice me to
elope. Withholding your favors would have done it." He muttered the words
out of the side of his mouth as the vicar beamed at him and Susanna.

Susanna made a noise halfway between a giggle and a
cough. "Now you tell me. Mind you, that would be easier said than done."
Her voice was as low as his.

The vicar cleared his throat and looked at them with
disapproval. "May we begin?" he asked, in a frosty tone.

Tony looked at him steadily until the man shifted on
his feet. Then Tony inclined his head.

"Of course, vicar.
I was merely telling
my bride how beautiful she looks."

Susanna shot him a mischievous look and shifted one
leg to show him a split in her bridal gown, which, as she moved showed more
than a decorous amount of thigh. He did his best to frown. It wasn't easy, when
all he wanted to do was get the ceremony and wedding breakfast over. He had
great plans for the honeymoon.

"Ah yes. Radiant," the poor vicar agreed.
"Now."
He raised his voice. "Dearly beloved,
we are gathered here today…"

Tony listened with half an ear as the Reverend
Porter intoned the words of the marriage service. He spoke when prompted, and held
his breath when the congregation was asked if they had any just cause or
impediment as to why the marriage shouldn't go ahead. When he slipped the ring
onto Susanna's finger he knew his hand trembled as much as hers. Finally they
were pronounced husband and wife, and Tony was told he could kiss his bride. He
heaved a great sigh of relief, and proceeded to do so with much gusto, all to
the irreverent cheers of his peers.

The waves of disapproval he expected from the elders
in the congregation didn't materialize. As he reluctantly drew back from
Susanna he looked at his mother. The cat in the cream was an understatement for
her expression.

"Our Mamas think their plan worked," he
said once they'd signed the register and were walking down the aisle and out
into the sunshine. "Little do they know...
"

Susanna laughed as she waved to friends, cronies and
hangers-on who were clustered in the pews. "My Mama gave me the talk last
night. All I could think was thank goodness I know now what I know. Her
euphemisms, warnings and ramblings would either have me a gibbering idiot, a
runaway or a very reluctant bride who refused to open her legs. I swear I will
not let any child of ours, male or female, go to the altar as ill informed as I
would have been. Of course our sons will look to you for guidance."

"Of course.
How many are you
anticipating?" Tony grinned at the way Susana narrowed her eyes and licked
her lips. Such a contradiction of expressions, designed he knew to tease him,
and beg for his own unique form of punishment. His cock stirred at the memories
of Susanna spread over their bench or impaled on one of the protuberances on
their chair. She admitted she loved all they did, and teased him to get the
reaction she preferred. Tony now knew the way to curb those actions—by
withholding what she wanted, be it the flogger or a climax.

"At the moment?"
Susanna asked.
"None, and in truth I hope to have you to myself for a while. However it
will be as
life,
or your cock wills."

It seemed the tricks he'd shown her to stop his seed
sewing, had worked. Really, living in the Far East had so many benefits. Tony
thought of his plans for that evening, and his skin tingled.

"How soon can we get this breakfast over and
retire?" he asked.

Not soon enough. The hours he smiled, chatted, cut
the cake, and shook hands were interminable. Why they called it a breakfast
when they ate at three in the afternoon he had no idea. By the time he was able
to take Susanna by the arm and lead her out of the long dining
room,
Tony had heard enough innuendos for a lifetime.

Susannah sighed, and let her breath out in one long
gust. "That is something I'm glad I'll never have to live through again.
Where do our parents get all these old relatives from…out of an attic
somewhere? I've never had so many whiskery kisses, from
both
sexes I hasten to add." She shuddered.
"And
the smell of camphor and sherry.
Never ever make me drink sherry."