Page 65 of Prince of Scandal

“Apologize.”

“Forgive me, sir…”

Ashton nodded and, in a moment of benevolence, nudged her swollen clitoris. Georgiana gasped, but when he penetrated her slick cunt with two fingers and began thrusting shallowly from behind, rubbing that slightly rough patch just inside her entrance, the tight walls spasmed around him and a low orgasmic scream tore from her throat.

When she was quiet and still at last, Ashton withdrew his fingers and licked her honey from them. Delicious. A taste he would never tire of.

“Very good, little one,” he murmured, brushing his lips against her neck and allowing her clothing hems to fall to the floor once more. “Now you may continue on to my bedchamber. Last door on the right.”

Georgiana took several deep breaths but did as she was bid, her steps unsteady and her hands remaining on the wall and banister for balance. Once she reached the landing, he curved a supportive arm about her waist, and escorted her to his bedchamber door. After shoving it open, he led her over to the bed.

“What must I do?” she asked softly, her gaze delightfully yielding and still rather dazed from her orgasm.

“I’m going to undress you. And then I’m going to spank your backside pink while you suck my cock.”

* * *

The way Ashton made her wait for orgasms was both thrilling and exceedingly frustrating.

Georgiana tried to remain still while he tormented her once more with a deliberately slow undressing, but her body trembled with desire. That unexpected release on the stairs—a location that never would have crossed her mind to be so sinful—was like the first course of a banquet. Tasty, but not nearly enough to sate her.

It didn’t matter where they were, though. Without fail, Ashton would make her feel safe and cared for, even as he administered discipline. The way he commanded her in that stern tone and used those blunt, explicit words that made her toes curl. The way he permitted no nonsense, made her do and say wicked things…it left her in a permanent state of bliss. This was the life she’d dreamed of, and the fact that certain people still stood in the way of having this forever, was aggravating beyond belief.

As she’d said to Ashton, it had been impossible to stay away, especially knowing Rupert was in Surrey. A spanking had become as important in her day as getting dressed or eating breakfast. Probably more so, as she truly needed that forced release of emotions to calm her frantic mind.

But there was one thing she didn’t quite understand.

“Ashton,” she began hesitantly. “How can I suck your cock and get spanked at the same time? Won’t my bottom be too far away?”

A slow smile curved his lips. “Not being impatient again, little one?”

Georgiana huffed out a breath. “I was just asking.”

“There is a position we can try, where I lie down and you crouch over me. You’ll suck my cock, and if you please me, I’ll lick that sweet cunt. And spank you.”

She quivered. “Ohhhhhhh. I see. But will you be able to spank me hard enough?”

Ashton raised an imperious eyebrow, the very portrait of a prince. “Have no fear, Georgiana, you’ll not be able to sit down when I’m done. Now, up onto the bed.”

Soon she was positioned to his satisfaction—her hands and knees rather grateful for the softness of the embroidered quilt rather than solid wooden desk—waiting for her discipline. Naturally, Ashton made her wait, running his hands along her back and down her thighs, briefly teasing her nipples and the thicket of hair between her legs, but not dwelling in either place, much to her dismay. Her heart thundered, her blood seemed to pound in her veins, and her inner thighs were damp with fragrant moisture.

This delay was simply not acceptable.

“Hurry up,” Georgiana blurted.

Ashton tsked and trailed a finger across the slick petals between her legs, wetting the tip thoroughly, before lazily tracing the tight pucker of her anus. When he eased his finger in a fraction, she eagerly tilted her hips for more. But just as quickly, he withdrew it and she mewled in disappointment.

“You really expect rewards after telling me to hurry up?” he asked sternly.

Georgiana stretched, arching her back and wiggling her bottom. “I can’t help it if my master won’t spank me like I need…ouch!”

The unexpected sting took her breath away, and when he spanked her again and again, raining firm blows across her tender rear, a wild joy flooded her senses at the familiar, welcome pain-tinged heat. Today, Ashton wasn’t making her count or thank him; this was clearly just a second course in the pleasure banquet.

“That is ten,” said Ashton eventually, roughly kneading her hot, throbbing flesh. “Have you learned your lesson?”

“No,” she gasped. “More. More.”

This time he tangled one hand in her hair, tugging her curls as he spanked her. Georgiana moaned as the prickle at her scalp and the sizzle of her burning skin both competed and blended together to shoot sparks of sensation all around her body. It hurt. It hurt so good that tears blurred her vision and she needed to come again without delay or she would lose her wits.