Victorian Vigilantes 01 - Saving Grace (17 page)

He slanted his mouth over hers and claimed her lips with purpose and authority. He had a point to prove, to himself as much as to her. His tongue cut a seductive path through her mouth, tangling with her own tongue in an exotic dance that was unashamedly carnal. His hands drifted to her bottom, massaging the firm globes, pulling her tightly against his groin as he deepened the kiss. Even with their lips fused, she managed to emit a little moan as his mouth continued to savour hers. With her arms twined around his neck and her fingers tangling in his hair, she pressed herself even more firmly against his swollen cock.

Perdition, did she have any idea what she was doing to him? Possessive lust streaked through Isaac when it occurred to him that she had never willingly offered herself to another man, especially not in the desperate, abandoned manner she now employed with him. Oh, Woodstock had fucked her, but that had been a totally repellent duty from Eva’s standpoint. Isaac intended to show her just how delightful intimacy could be when one’s partner stirred one’s passions.

“Good evening.” Isaac broke the kiss before it ran completely out of control.

“I have every expectation of it being so.” She slanted him a flirtatious glance that implied she was quickly leaning just how much power she wielded over him.

“Then I shall endeavour not to disappoint.”

Isaac moved further into the room and removed his coat, cravat and waistcoat. He placed his discarded clothing on a chair and his shirt was soon added to the pile. He stood in front of Eva, clothed only from the waist down, and watched her watching him. She examined his chest for some time, head tilted to one side, mangling her tongue between her teeth as though trying to decide whether or not she approved of what she saw. He allowed her to continue looking for a while, then moved to sit on the edge of the bed.

“Stay where you are and undress for me,” he said.

He expected her to argue, or at the very least to demonstrate embarrassment. Instead she shed her clothing quickly and without argument—all of it.

“What now?” she asked when she was naked, her hands covering her breasts. That her cunt was completely uncovered seemed not to concern her, causing Isaac to suppress a smile at her sense of priorities.

“Drop your hands. You have nothing to be ashamed of.”

“Sorry.”

“I’m in control here, Eva. It is important to me you understand that and are willing to let me take the lead.”

“I do understand. I wouldn’t have a clue what to do anyway.”

He chuckled. “You’d be surprised. However, it is my responsibility to give you pleasure. Yours is to obey me. Are we agreed?”

“Yes, your terms are quite satisfactory.”

“Let us hope so.” Isaac found her formality amusing, giving that she was standing in front of him stark naked. “Come here.”

She walked towards him slowly, the gentle swaying of her hips a provocative tease. He knew without asking that she’d never displayed herself naked in front of her husband. That realisation afforded Isaac considerable satisfaction. He was glad for her sake that she felt confident enough to parade her femininity, even if her nakedness almost made him loose control. Isaac’s cock throbbed, painfully trapped within the confines of his trousers. He didn’t dare to release it for fear of where it might lead.

He slid an arm around her waist and tumbled her across his lap, face down.

“Oh!”

“Shush, remember who’s in charge.”

Isaac massages her backside with slow sweeps of his hands, warming it, getting to know this most charming aspect of her anatomy. At first she fought him but as quickly stilled. Isaac leaned forward and trailed a line of damp kisses across her buttocks, nipping and occasionally sucking until her protests turned to tiny groans of pleasure. As soon as he felt her relax, he brought one hand down lightly across her left cheek.

“Argh!”

Isaac made no response. Instead he followed up the light spank by kissing and sucking at the area he had targeted.

“Just relax and wait for the tingling to become pleasurable,” he said, briefly lifting his head. “Take deep breaths and think about the excitement building deep inside you. Think about how much you are pleasing me.”

When her ragged breathing became slightly more regulated, Isaac repeated the punishment—both parts of it. He was rewarded when he sensed the tension leaving her body and she wriggled about on his lap, impatient for more.

“It tingles,” she said.

He smiled. “It’s supposed to. Do you like it?”

“Amazingly, I do.” Her curls danced as she shook her head. “I never would have thought that possible.”

“Keep doing as I ask and allow me to give you more pleasure. It gets much better than this, trust me.”

“May I say something?”

“Certainly you may.”

“I still can’t bring myself to believe it is possible for a woman to feel pleasure in such situations, or that it is right she should do so. I have been taught sex is merely for the procreation of children. Of course, it is acceptable for the man to have pleasure, but—”

“You are quite wrong about that.”
And really shouldn’t tempt me to prove you wrong
.

“Yes, what you did to me last night, I can’t stop thinking about it. It was remarkable.”

“It was merely a prelude.” Isaac righted her on his lap and kissed her hard and deep. She deserved nothing less for speaking so frankly.

“Do you trust me, sweetheart?” he asked when he broke the kiss.

“Completely.”

She answered him without hesitation—something he didn’t think she would have done even as recently as this time yesterday. Eva really was a remarkably receptive student.

“Then let me show you something else. Lay down on the bed.”

She settled into position, her hair spread all over the pillows as she looked up at him with a combination of curiosity and desire reflected in her eyes. There was so much Isaac wished to say to her, so many reassurances he wished to offer, so many promises he wished to make. He couldn’t do so—not until this wretched business with her husband was resolved. Perhaps not even then. Isaac had known her for little more than a day but his feelings transcended anything he had ever known before. Something that seemed so instinctively right couldn’t possibly be wrong—and yet…and yet he must proceed with caution and resist taking her too far too fast.

He gazed down, her unsettling beauty in danger of making him tongue-tied and maladroit. Supposing he disappointed her? What if his actions didn’t meet with her expectations? He squashed the panic this possibility occasioned. He simply couldn’t allow that to happen. Her good opinion was too important to risk losing it.

“You must learn to appreciate the power of your senses, little one,” he said softly. “If you are deprived of one, the others tend to compensate.”

He reached for his discarded cravat and tied it around her head, covering her eyes.

“There is one sense gone,” he said. “But perhaps that will not suffice. Raise your arms above your head, Eva.”

She didn’t hesitate to comply. He grabbed the belt from her robe, tied it about her wrists and then attached it to the headboard.

“Is that too tight?”

“No, but I’m not sure—”

“Shush, you soon will be.” He blew softly on a pebbled nipple, making her gasp. “You now can’t see, so you will never know where I intend to touch you, or with what. You can’t touch, either, so you are at my complete mercy. Does that excite you?”

“Actually, yes.” She sounded genuinely surprised. “I never would have imagined it.”

“Your juices are flowing.” He tapped the inside of one slick thigh in case she had not realised. “That means you are sexually receptive.” Isaac blew on the other nipple. “Do you feel receptive?”

“I feel very aware of you, and yet completely safe, even though I’m tied up and blindfolded. It feels oddly liberating. If William tried to do this to me I would be petrified.”

“Shush, let’s not spoil the mood by mentioning his name, or even thinking about him.”

“Yes, by all means, let us not.”

“Remember this. Although you can’t see or touch, you can hear me, smell me and, most importantly of all, you can feel what I do to you.”

“Feeling is something I haven’t done much of for a very long time.”

The pathos in her tone tore at his heart. Isaac leaned over her, the hairs on his chest rubbing against her pert nipples as he again claimed her lips. At the same time, his hand closed gently around one of her breasts, moulding and caressing the pliant flesh. He tweaked at the solidified nipple and a little gasp slipped past their heated kiss.

“You like that?”

Isaac hadn’t wanted to break the kiss but did so because it was important to him that she articulate her feelings without embarrassment.

“Very much.” She squirmed against the hand still touching her breast, as though trying to push it closer. “I had no idea.”

He chuckled. “You still don’t.”

Isaac abandoned her breasts and slid his hands possessively down the length of her slender body, and then back up again, deliberately avoiding her cunt. Once again his lips came into play but this time he nipped his way down her long neck, pausing to lap at the pulse beating wildly at its base. She tugged her hands against the restraints, her inability to see clearly having the desired effect. Her body was dictating her reactions, which were natural, uncontrived and without embarrassment. But her legs were still closed, a situation which couldn’t be allowed to continue.

“Spread your legs, darling,” he whispered.

She hesitated only for a moment before she expelled a reckless little laugh and did so. Isaac slithered, picked up one foot and sucked each toe in turn deep into his mouth. Eva cried out.

“What do you feel?” he asked, pausing.

“It’s truly astonishing. Sensation is rioting through my body.”

“Where do you feel it the most?”

“Between my legs, and yet you haven’t even touched me there.” There was a note of feint injury in her tone.

He chuckled. “And yet you are a woman and therefore not programmed to receive pleasure.”

“My mama would tell you women must grit their teeth, do their duty and make the best of things.”

“Your mama grossly misled you.”

“So it would appear.”

Satisfied that one foot had received enough attention, Isaac moved on to its fellow, his tongue swirling, his lips sucking, his teeth occasionally nipping playfully. Eva responded with less and less restraint, circling her hips on the mattress and occasionally thrusting them upwards, completely surrendering to the pleasure of the moment.

Isaac’s tongue drifted up one of her calves, taking its time, making her wait for what he knew she now desperately wanted, even if she didn’t realise it herself. When he reached her knee, he lifted her leg and applied his tongue to the much-neglected sensitive area immediately behind it. As soon as he did so, Eva’s body elevated from the bed.

“Isaac, what are you—”

“Shush, no talking.”

He tapped her thigh and continued to torture her. Leaving her knee to recover, he started a slow journey up the inside of her thighs, lapping up the sweet honey that had trickled from her cunt.

“Better than the best of vintage wines,” he said, lifting his head and covering her lips with his own, giving her a brief taste of herself.

She made a needy little moaning noise that almost caused him to lose control. She was so damned receptive. It was a crying shame he couldn’t take this liaison to its natural conclusion. Being honourable was sometimes damnably inconvenient.

Isaac judged that he had tormented her enough. It was time to reward her for being so desirable. He hoisted her legs over his shoulders and moved in for the kill, brushing his mouth over the lips of her cunt in a teasingly gentle sucking motion. She cried out and thrashed her head against the pillows. Had it been too much for her, or was she too inexperienced to control her responses? Isaac removed his lips and slid a couple of fingers inside her. She was so slick they met no resistance. He placed the flat of his hand on her pubic bone and pushed down, tightening her entrance around his fingers, making her groan. Smiling at her enthusiasm, Isaac applied his lips to her swollen clit and sucked again, much harder this time.

“Isaac!”

He felt her on the verge of exploding and wished then that he hadn’t blindfolded her. He would give much to see the expression in her eyes as he sucked an orgasm from her. He consoled himself with the thought that he wouldn’t have been able to see it anyway, not with his head buried between her lovely legs. Clearly brought to a pinnacle of need by his fingers and lips, Isaac felt her body tremble and spasm. She thrust her hips against his lips and he didn’t reprimand her for doing so. He wanted her to be desperate enough to express herself, even if that meant taking matters into her own hands.

“Isaac, I can’t—”

“It’s all right, darling. Let it go. Ride my fingers and take what you need from me.”

It was all the encouragement she required. Eva’s creamy folds were running with the juices that trickled past the three fingers Isaac now had buried deep inside her. She let out a series of frantic cries, bucked her hips and screamed his name.

***

Eva felt her hands being released and suddenly she could see again. What she couldn’t do however was move. Her body felt absolutely boneless, her soul lighter than it had for years. She reached up and gently traced the line of Isaac’s face.

“Thank you,” she said softly.

He lay flat on his back and pulled her into his arms. She used his broad chest as a pillow and spread her fingers across it, tangling them in the curling hairs that adorned it. His sculpted torso, lean and rock hard, was fascinating but it was the sight of his rippling muscles that truly intoxicated her. She could stare at him all night and not tire of the view.

“It was a privilege and a pleasure,
chérie,
” he replied, holding her a little tighter.

“But you had no pleasure at all.” She glanced at his lower body, still fully clothed. “It hardly seems fair.”

“Your pleasure is my pleasure. Tell me what you felt.”