Page 39 of Prince of Scandal

However, rather than being outraged at his possessiveness, she was smiling that soft little smile again. “I wouldn’t, you know. But I was promised a certain act and you are making me wait, which is exceedingly mean.”

“You are impatient, madam.”

“Yes,” Georgiana replied, her gaze oh-so-innocent. “Correct me.”

Oh, he would. Imprint himself all over Georgiana until she couldn’t move, couldn’t breathe without thinking of him. Even her revelation about brandy theft had revealed something important: this young woman had been provoking others in the hope of discipline for a long time, perhaps her whole life. But she hadn’t found it until him. It was once again his responsibility to show her that he was a man of his word, reassure her that she would indeed get what she craved.

Leaning down, Ashton curled one hand around the back of her neck and kissed her so forcefully that she whimpered, her lips swiftly parting to admit his tongue. Once he’d had his fill of her mouth, he trailed his lips down the side of her neck, grazing the tender flesh with his teeth then sucking away the sting. Georgiana quivered, and soon she arched her back, thrusting her breasts against him.

He smiled at the wordless demand. So imperious!

Moving his hands, Ashton cupped her breasts and rubbed his thumbs back and forth across her taut nipples before taking one in his mouth and sucking brutally hard. Georgiana moaned, her fingers tangling in his hair as she attempted to tug him closer. Pleased at her surrender, Ashton attended to her other nipple until they were both dark pink and swollen, then gently pressed on her shoulders so she lay down on his desk.

“Spread your thighs and lift your knees to your chest, little one,” he commanded. “Show me where you need my cock.”

Her eyes near-glowing and cheeks flushed, Georgiana obeyed, wantonly displaying her glistening cunt and the tight rosebud of her anus. “Take me.”

“Demands?”

She shifted restlessly on the desk, and the scent of her arousal perfumed the air. His mouth watered, the need to taste her, to coat his tongue in her wetness temporarily overcoming the urges of his painfully hard cock. Besides, licking her didn’t mean he would permit her an orgasm, did it?

Ashton bent down and ran his tongue along her inner thigh, capturing a few drops of her essence. But it wasn’t nearly enough, so he kissed a path up to her mound, parting her bush with his thumbs to expose her soaked pink labia. Then he dragged his tongue along the tender folds, back and forth, up and down, around her swollen clitoris, even a brief, deep plunge into her cunt, the source of his now favorite flavor.

Georgiana’s hips bucked, her guttural cries music to his ears. He licked her again and again, watching her like a hawk as she panted and shuddered and closed her eyes, right on the edge of orgasm. Then he halted.

The third time he brought her to the brink and stopped, she shrieked. “Ashton!”

“Something to say, little one?” he asked harshly.

“N-no,” Georgiana replied, pearly moisture now trickling freely from her center, her grip on her own thighs so strong her knuckles were turning pale.

Indeed, this was a woman who desperately needed to come.

“Interesting,” he mused. “I thought you might wish to beg your master most prettily for release.”

Her eyes flashed, the inner battle so obvious on her face that it was rather fascinating. Her enjoyment in provoking him against the only way to get what she wanted. Finally, Georgiana’s lips curled into a disgruntled pout, and she muttered a very ungracious “Please.”

In retribution, Ashton spanked her inner thighs, before landing one deliberately and directly on her tender clitoris.

Georgiana cried out, her gaze turning wild. “Please. Please please please. Sir. I’ll be good. Let me have your cock. Please.”

Gratified that he’d quelled this particular rebellion without breaking her spirit, Ashton nodded. “I’m going to rub my cock against you. Get it nice and wet to make my entry easier. Then I’m going to fuck your backside. As it’s your first time, I will go very slowly to start and ignore any pleas for faster or harder. Understand?”

“Yes, sir,” she replied eagerly.

Releasing the buttons of his breeches, Ashton took his engorged cock in hand, pumping it a few times as Georgiana watched avidly. Then he slid his length between the folds of her labia, running it back and forth along the silky petals, coating it with her honey. When he nudged her clitoris she whimpered, her whole body shuddering. To remind Georgiana further who she belonged to, he lashed her with the length of his cock until she sobbed for breath. Then he pressed the slick head against her anus, and slowly, carefully entered the tight hole.

Christ. So damned tight. Scorching hot.

Retaining control by the tiniest thread, Ashton sank in further, reveling in the way her velvety inner walls melted around him, clenching him, fighting the entry yet welcoming it as well.

Never had anything felt so good.

Georgiana groaned. “I can’t…I can’t…you’re too big…oh God, don’t stop…”

“You’re doing very well, little one,” he soothed, distracting her with sharp nipple tweaks and soft strokes of her clitoris until his cock was fully engulfed. The sensation was incredible, his cock pulsing in the hot grip of her anus, his balls tingling and heavy with the need to come. The need to move. The need to be so deep inside her that she would feel him forever.

Perspiration dampening his temples at the effort, Ashton began a rhythm of careful withdrawal and stronger, deeper penetration. Again and again he buried his cock inside her, his thrusts becoming faster and less coordinated as his body took over in the greedy rush to orgasm.