Page 138 of The Favourite

She had no sooner opened her mouth to voice her concerns, than she was forced to clap a hand over her lips to muffle her cries. He was insatiable. His tongue did not flutter and dart against her there as he usually did. He did not tease at all. Instead, he simply devoured her whole. It was devastating.

Jane had no sooner convulsed against his wicked mouth in terrible, wicked pleasure, than he had moved swiftly back up the bed, lifted her knees and without more ado pushed inside her. “Oh!” Jane found herself blinking up at him in astonishment as he immediately stilled, pinning her to the mattress and holding her wrists above her head.

Well, this was new. Jane’s eyes fluttered shut. “There she is, my good girl,” he breathed raggedly against her brow. “I almost feared she had disappeared altogether.” Jane remained silent apart from her labored breathing. Her eyes were riveted to his face, but his were roaming all over her heaving bosom. Why was he not moving?

“Fuck, Jane,” he said wonderingly, releasing her wrists and running an open hand down her neck and over her bosom. “You’re so flushed and red.” Somehow, the way he said it made it sound like a compliment. “Now tell me you missed me, you wicked girl. Writing me such a note, and so disobedient too.” Despite his words, his tone was indulgent. “I ought to pull out of you right now, put you over my knee, and spank you soundly.”

Jane gasped with dismay. “No Alisander! I—I did miss you. So much.” She passed her arms tightly around him. “I did not mean to make you cross,” she blurted, tears starting to her eyes. “I thought—”

“You thought what?”

She bit her lip to stop it from trembling. “I thought you would like it,” she quavered.

“Jane,” he whispered. “Don’t you dare cry. I’m teasing you. I fucking loved it.”

“Oh.” She gazed at him in mingled relief and confusion.

“Though, I do kind of want to spank you now,” he admitted. “And turn your bottom as red as your face.”

Jane’s gasp of outrage sent him into wheezy laughter. “Don’t make me laugh right now,” he groaned. “You’ll tip me over the edge way too soon.”

“I? I have done nothing to—oh!” Jane’s words were bitten off with a cry as he gave a buck of his hips. She closed her eyes, arching her back.

“Yes, Jane,” he groaned. “Take me nice and deep. I cannot get enough of your sweet little cunt.”

Her eyes sprang open at his words. How could he say such things, and make it sound almost laudatory? She felt her body respond to the admiration in his tone. The crudity of his words almost did not register.

Then, when they did, shockingly, they made her melt even more. He seemed to sink even further into her, and she welcomed this with a cry of mingled relief and pleasure. He picked up his punishing pace, hissing in approval. “That’s it, Jane,” he purred, “welcome me home, my sweet. Keep those beautiful eyes open for me. I want to see them when I spill in you.”

Jane struggled to keep her eyes open as the pleasure streaked through her belly. “Such a good girl,” he purred in her ear. “You’re so desperate to please, isn’t that right, Jane?”

Was it? “Y—yes,” she sobbed aloud as he thrust firmly into her.

“This little pussy is so nice and tight. It wants to please me too, doesn’t it?”

“Yes,” she burst out. She would probably agree to anything at this point. She wanted him to stop talking, whilst simultaneously craning to hear every word that fell from those filthy lips.

“You wouldn’t close your eyes now, would you? Not after I had told you not to.”

“N-no!”

“That’s good, Jane. Really good.” His words were warm, so warm, and sweeter than honey. They made her feel giddy and way too hot. “Yes, Wife,” he encouraged her. That’s it, my love, come on. I want to hear you. No one is here but you and I.”

Jane gave a stifled cry and collapsed as he drove into her a final time before joining her in sated oblivion. The next thing she knew, she was lying across Alisander’s chest still faintly sobbing as she caught her breath.

“There, there,” he murmured as he stroked her tear-stained cheeks and between her shoulder blades.

“I’m not upset,” she felt beholden to point out.

“I know,” he responded. “It’s just how pleasure takes you.”

Neither of them spoke for a long moment. Then Jane made the effort to lift her head. “For your information, I do not appreciate being toyed with in that manner!”

“Don’t you?” He sounded mildly surprised. “But you seemed so appreciative, Jane.”

She narrowed her eyes at him. “You ...”

“Yes?” There was a definite smile tugging at his lips.