Page 87 of Prince of Scandal

Soon she was tied to the post in a secure but not constricting hold, the cool satin ribbon sensual against her wrists. Already her clitoris throbbed, and the scent of her arousal perfumed the chamber.

“Spread your thighs, Your Highness,” rasped Ashton. “Show me that pretty cunt. Hmmm, so wet already. What a naughty little minx you are.”

When he lightly stroked between her legs, circling her clitoris and shallowly penetrating her channel, she whimpered. The way Ashton teased her, luring her to the edge and making her wait, reminding her that he controlled her pleasure…nothing could be more arousing. And with the discipline to come, the glorious sizzling pain that lifted her up and allowed her to soar onto bliss…it was sheer perfection.

“I love you,” she whispered. “Master.”

Ashton kissed her neck and shoulders, nipping the sensitive flesh before sucking away the sting, even as his hands cupped her breasts and roughly teased her hard nipples. Thoroughly dominating her body and yet worshiping it at the same time. “My sweet princess. Mine. I did not know…it could be like this. The love makes it so much better. Even more intense. Heavenly.”

Soon, blows began landing across her rear, the sharp sting followed by the prickling burn making her gasp with joy. With her wrists bound to the post, she was deliciously helpless, unable to do anything but take all he had to give.

Georgiana moaned, the sound becoming a sob as the spanks became firmer and faster, landing on her raw bottom, her sensitive upper thighs, and most intense of all, directly across her swollen clitoris.

Panting, gasping for air and desperate for release, she bucked…then screamed with pleasure as he thrust two fingers inside her and detonated a powerful orgasm, forcing her up on her toes and making her writhe.

Once again…sheer bliss.

* * *

Was there anything more exquisite, more erotic, than the sight of his naked wife bound, well-spanked and arching her back, orgasming helplessly as he fingered her?

Ashton smiled, pleased with the ferocity of her release and the sweetness of her submission. When she sagged against the post, panting, he untied the ribbon around her wrists, then guided her up onto the bed.

“Kneel on the quilt and face me, little one,” he commanded, cupping her cheek and pressing a tender kiss to her forehead. “Now offer me your nipples.”

Georgiana sighed, her head falling back slightly as she cupped her breasts and lifted them higher for his pleasure. Of course, they were far too big for her hands, and lust coursed through him at such abundance. He wanted to be gentle, but pure need for his wife, to mark her forever as his, had him feverish. Never before had his usual steely control been on such a razor’s edge.

The moment he leaned down and took one swollen dusky nipple between his lips, the last vestiges of control vanished and he suckled harshly, sucking and biting and scraping his teeth across the sensitive peak until she cried out. Then he attended the other.

“Ashton…oh God that feels good…please…I need…”

“What do you need, my love?” he murmured.

“You. Inside me. Filling me full.”

He stepped back, nodding. “Soon. Very soon. But first we must discuss something important. I would very much like to have children with you, but we can use a sponge. Or I will spill in your mouth, or on your belly, or in your backside, until the time you feel ready to try for motherhood. Your choice. No need whatsoever for haste.”

Her emerald-green eyes fixed on him. “I’m ready today. Before, it wasn’t the right time, and definitely not the right man, but now it is perfect. So I would like you to give me a baby, please. I think you are the right age to be an excellent father, kind and loving and protective. Which means I can be the very best mother.”

“Are you sure?”

“Oh yes,” she replied airily. “In fact, I’ve decided I’m going to give you lots of daughters. So many, and hellions all. Then, just when you’re on the verge of madness, I’ll give you a son, and you can be stern and head-shaking together. We’ll spend summers in Brundall with our brood. They’ll all ride horses and learn to swim and go to St. Laurence’s church, eat quite ridiculous quantities of raspberry marzipan and strudel, naturally win all the hoop races, and flick mud onto India Dunmore’s hems whenever possible. What do you think?”

Ashton swallowed hard. A family with his precious princess, one borne of love not cold duty, sounded like Utopia…even if a brood of small Georgianas would indeed drive him to the edge of madness. He might have had no example to learn from, but he could be the father he’d always wished for. Someone who cared about his children. Who wanted them to be happy. Who would steadfastly support them, not flee to another country.

“I suppose we could do all that,” he said hoarsely, his heart so full he could scarcely speak.

A slow, mischievous smile curled her lips. Damn it. She knew. Absolutely knew she held his heart in her hands and he would grant her every desire.

“Then there’s only one thing left to do, dearest husband,” said Georgiana pertly as she caressed her own nipples, then brazenly delved a hand between her legs to stroke herself. “Put that very large cock right in…here.”

His breath hissed between his teeth as his cock jerked, eager beyond measure to do just that. But no, not quite. He did rather enjoy hearing her beg.

Ashton climbed onto the bed and lounged back on the pillows. Then he took himself in hand, sliding his fingers up and down the throbbing, aching shaft until drips of pearly fluid appeared at the engorged head. “Come here, Georgiana.”

She hesitated, her brow furrowing in confusion. “What do you want me to do?”

“You’re going to ride me. First my tongue. Then my cock.”