What had been fearful at first had quickly transformed into pleasurable, so much so that she’d silently prayed for him to continue his sweet attack on her. Each slap had increased her desire, and each caress afterward only made her more aroused. The sweetly potent combination of pain and comfort had made her want him more than she’d ever thought possible.

  Everything Kadar had introduced to her increased her love for him. Not even Jeremy had made her feel as he did. When she was with Kadar, every part of her felt alive, like she’d awakened from a lifetime spent in a numbed daze, finally able to feel and experience life so acutely.

  The reality of her life meant soon the sensations she craved would go unfulfilled, subordinated to a life her brother and society would impose upon her. She would be a proper wife again, the epitome of Victorian grace and manners.

  But would she ever truly be able to be that person again after her time with Kadar?

  Lily began to despair at the idea of life without him. He’d become central to her happiness. How could she leave behind everything he was for any other man?

  Perhaps Kadar could marry her. The thought of spending the rest of her life with him delighted Lily. As the carriage entered the city, she sat daydreaming out the window of a life as Kadar’s wife and the sensual joys he’d introduce to her.

  Lily’s fingers traced the outline across her cheeks where her blindfold lay earlier and closed her eyes to remember the feel of Kadar’s palm landing on her delicate skin. Never before had anything like that excited her. She felt herself run wet just thinking of his effect on her.

  Lost in her memories, she leaned back against the seat and let her fantasies take her away to places where Kadar was hers and she was his. And the sexual part of her was able to be free.

  “Mrs. Norville?”

  Lily’s eyes flew open to see the driver standing outside the carriage and peering in at her.

  “Yes?”

  “Is everything all right? We’ve arrived back home.”

  “Yes, thank you,” she stammered.

  Straightening in the seat, Lily gathered herself and moved to exit the carriage. As the driver opened the door, she looked up to see Mason standing on the sidewalk.

  “Lily, how are you this afternoon?”

  Her bottom still tender, she gingerly exited the carriage with his help.

  “Very well, Mason. And you?”

  “Delighted to see you again.” As he spoke, he gentlemanly offered his arm to escort her into the house.

  Taking it, Lily smiled and said thank you. This was to be her life from now on, and she had to accept it. Full of restraint and manners, Mason would make a suitable husband to her suitable wife.

  It was all so...suitable.

  Nothing she did, nothing she felt with Kadar was suitable.

  “Captain Danvers, do you ever crave more excitement than what Regent’s Park has to offer?”

  Mason smiled and for the briefest of moments, Lily thought she saw a look of something resembling satisfaction in his eyes.

  “I’m afraid I’ve no desire for more excitement in this lifetime, Lily.”

  Dejected, Lily nodded mechanically. “Oh.”

  They climbed the stairs in silence as Lily thought about the rest of her life with a man who preferred to abstain from excitement, audibly sighing her disappointment. As a servant let them in, they found the house empty of the Scott family and William’s governess.

  “Where is Richard?”

  As Lily removed her bonnet, she explained the family had left to visit Elizabeth’s family for the day, “Did he mistakenly schedule an appointment with you? He must have forgotten that this day was planned weeks ago.”

  Mason shook his head. “No. I have no appointment with him.”

  He found a seat in the parlor as Lily made her way through the room to find a servant. “Would you like some tea?”

  Smiling, he said yes and she left to inform the staff. When she returned, Lily sat down beside him.

  “Would you like to hear of my time in the war? You seem interested in excitement today, and I think you might enjoy the stories.”

  Lily plastered a smile on her face as she inwardly hoped Mason wasn’t becoming like old Jeremiah Needham, full of war stories but little else. She might be able to withstand an uneventful existence, but one in which he became old Captain Danvers who droned on about boring tales of battles long forgotten? That she was sure she couldn’t endure.

  But Lily knew polite manners required her to answer yes, so with a smile she answered, “Of course.”

  For the next hour, Lily heard stories of the desert and the mountains, of battles won and lost, of bravery and treachery. Mason’s usually genteel demeanor morphed into one of power and much to her delight, excitement. As she listened, she watched him with growing admiration.

  Maybe life wouldn’t be so bad with him after all.

  Mason finished his story and sat silently for a moment before he said, “What I saw made me understand how much I wanted someone to come home to, Lily.”

  He lightly touched her fingers, stilling them against her leg. Lily was surprised when her body reacted to his touch, her heart beating faster. She looked down at his hand on hers. Its masculine power covered her small fingers but his touch was gentle.

  Would he be like that as a lover? Thoughts of Kadar flashed through her mind, and she abruptly looked up, her wide-eyed gaze meeting Mason’s. Snatching her hand away, she quickly stood up.

  “I’m sorry, Mason. I’m feeling a bit tired. I hope you understand.”

  Mason stood and flashed a sympathetic smile. “Of course.”

  At the door, he leaned down and kissed her hand. “Rest, Lily. It’s been an eventful day.”

  “Yes, I guess it has. Thank you, Mason.”

  Once he’d left, Lily made her way to her room, truly tired after her time in the country. She lay back on the bed and closed her eyes as fantasies of a life with Kadar danced through her mind as she drifted off to sleep.

  Kadar pressed his lips gently against her nape and whispered, “Today I show you how much I love you, my Lily.” He fastened her blindfold and then slowly slid his hands down her neck. She swallowed hard as he pressed his erection into her back, though he knew her reaction was one of arousal, not fear.

  “Today I show you how a man truly makes love to a woman.”

  The gentle heaving of her breasts told of her thoughts even before she spoke. “Please. Yes. Make love to me.”

  As he had before, he stood in front of her to watch her. “So lovely. I love you in pink. Come to me, Lily.”

  Lily walked toward him, arms outstretched in front of her. As was the ritual, he let her reach him and rewarded her obedience with a kiss. While he enjoyed her mouth, she pressed her body to his to feel his stiff cock.

  Her hands drifted over his stomach, but he grabbed her wrists before she reached her goal. Looking up at him, she cooed, “Please let me, Kadar.”

  His erection twitched at her words and although he hadn’t planned on this part, he would improvise. “Follow me.”

  Standing near the couch, he stepped out of his trousers and removed his shirt. Seated, he reclined back to watch her do as he ordered.

  “Kneel next to me, Lily.”

  She stepped toward the couch and tentatively felt around for him. Her hands found his bare thighs, and she lowered herself to the floor.

  “Use your hands to explore my body as I have yours,” he hoarsely commanded.

  Ever compliant, Lily slowly learned about him through her hands. Kadar watched in rapt excitement as her delicate white fingers trailed up his legs to his hips. Her touch was whisper soft, and she seemed to hesitate before moving toward the center of his body.

  “Touch me, Lily.”

  Even more cautiously, she slowly slid her fingers to the V between his legs. Kadar stared in anticipation as she began to tease the nest of brown hair at the base of his cock. Her hands met as they reached the hardness of him, and she wrapped one ladylike hand around him, barely able to hold him.

  His cock kicked in her hand, evidence of his desire and delight at what she was doing. She recoiled for a moment, frightened by the movement.

  “Don’t back away. That’s just the effect you have on me. Don’t be afraid.”

  Lily returned to her position and began gently stroking him, her motions unsure but delightful all the same. Sighing, she moved her hand from the base to the mushroomed cap. “It’s so soft, yet hard as steel,” she said with almost a tone of wonder in her voice.

  Reveling in the touch of her hand on his skin, he moaned and thrust his hips from the couch to encourage her.

  “Go faster, Lily.”

  She obeyed, and he watched as each stroke of her hand moved him closer and closer to that delicious moment of release. But this wasn’t what he wanted. When he came, he wanted to be inside her, buried to the hilt, truly joining with her.

  Grabbing her hand, he ordered her to stop and undress. Obviously disappointed, she pouted as she did as he directed, and in moments he was looking at her naked body before him.

  “Now it’s my turn. Lay down on the couch.”

  Settled between her legs, he maneuvered her into position to get a perfect view of her sex. A dark triangle at the apex of her legs, it glistened with moisture. Licking his lips in anticipation of the taste of her sweetness on his tongue, he began to tease her with his fingers.

  “Lily, has anyone ever touched you like this before?”

  Shaking her head, she pressed her lips together as he circled her swollen nub.

  “Have you ever touched yourself like this?”

  To his delight, she nodded. Curious to know more, he asked, “When? What did you think about?”

  He watched as her facial expression changed to show her embarrassment. He wasn’t going to let her off that easily, though. Removing his finger, he repeated his question in a far darker tone.

  “I can’t, Kadar,” she whimpered.

  Slowly, he dragged his tongue over her inner thigh, stopping just as he reached her cunt. Looking up, he saw her nearly overcome by desire. She’d answer now.

  “Tell me.”

  “At night. When I’m in bed,” she said on a sob.

  “And?”

  Lily hesitated, but the touch of his finger tracing her wet seam convinced her. “You. I think of you.”

  “That’s my Lily. Thank you for telling the truth.”

  To reward her for her candor, he slid up her body and kissed her sweetly. Propping himself up on his elbow, he lay next to her and let his hand drift over her soft stomach before returning to where it had been.

  She spread her legs wider, beckoning him to do more than merely teasing her. God, she was responsive! Everything in his body wanted to plunge into her, but he resisted the urge to rush.

  Pressing his mouth to her ear, he began seducing her with words, both scandalous and sweet.

  “My Lily, your cunt is so beautiful. Such a delicate pink flower, moist and opened for me. Waiting for my tongue to taste your sweetness.”

  “Your tongue?”

  “My tongue. No man has ever run his tongue over your cunt making you feel the way you did the last time you were here?”

  “No, never,” she answered breathlessly.

  “Then I will introduce you to a brand new world of pleasure, my love.”

  Kadar planted soft kisses on her breasts and stomach before positioning himself over her dark curls. Closing his eyes, he inhaled and then licked his lips.

  “So beautiful.”

  With his thumbs, he opened her silky soft folds to see her swollen nub. He gently sucked it, taking it into his mouth and slowly teasing it with his tongue. His cock stiffened rock hard as the first taste of her entered his mouth.

  “Kadar...” she began and then her voice trailed off, overcome by passion.

  He loved the way her innocence and desire mixed to create a sweet wantonness he hadn’t encountered in years. She didn’t know not to trust him and her needs wouldn’t let her deny him, even if it occurred to her he could hurt her.

  Not that he would. He’d long passed the point where he could be careless with her. She was everything to him now.

  Slowly, he dragged his tongue over her tender skin, as his thumbs moved to stroke her inner thighs. Her skin quivered under his touch, and with each swipe of his tongue and lips, he inched her closer toward sweet oblivion. He grazed her clit with his teeth ever so gently and heard her whimper his name as she begged for more.

  Sensing she was close to the edge, he slid his finger into her. She tugged at his hair and cried out, “Kadar...please...don’t stop. Oh my God! I...” as she slid over the edge.

  Her body tightened around his finger as she climaxed, her hands clutching his head to her body, as she moaned about wanting more. He lapped up her juices, as desperate as she to please.

  When her body ceased its trembling, he returned to her mouth to kiss her and to give her the taste of her body on his tongue.

  “Oh Kadar! I never knew a man could make me feel this way. I’m not even ashamed.”

  Stroking her cheek, he marveled at how she looked even more beautiful than before at that moment. “A woman should never be ashamed of making love. To bring you happiness makes me happy.”

  “I want to bring you happiness. Tell me what to do.”

  Kadar’s cock moved against her leg as a myriad of thoughts of what he’d like her to do danced through his mind. The more adventurous ones could wait, however. For now, what would make him happiest would be the simplest thing of all: burying himself inside her and making her as happy as she made him.

  Sitting up, he took her hand and pulled her to him. “I want you to come with me, Lily.”

  “Where? I have no clothes on.”

  “Take my hand and follow me.”

  Holding his hand tightly, Lily followed him up a secret staircase that led from that room to a bedroom upstairs. He led her to the bed and sat down, guiding her to sit with him.

  “What room is this?”

  Kadar began to undo her hair, letting it fall in waves over her shoulders and back. “My bedroom. That couch is fine for foreplay but nothing short of purgatorial for much else.”

  Turning her face toward him, he kissed her softly. “I’ve longed for this moment, Lily.”

  Kadar pulled her onto his lap and she straddled his hips. “I have too. I love you, Kadar.”

  “Do you trust me?”

  “Yes,” she said with a smile.

  “Even though you’ve never seen my face?”

  “I don’t need to see you to know I love you.”

  “And you know what I want from you?”

  “Yes.”

  “You’re willing to submit to me?”

  Lily nodded. “Yes, I will do as you say.”

  Fisting his hand gently in her hair, he tugged slightly. “I won’t ask again. If your answer is yes now, it’s yes forever.”

  “Yes, Kadar.”

  Kissing her deeply, he slid into her. “Ride me, Lily.”

  The sight of her body taking his into it over and over as her dark waves bounced around her beautiful face almost overwhelmed him. In just a short time, she’d transformed from a shy Victorian woman to a woman who sought to please him sexually in any way possible.

  His release inched closer and closer with each slide into her wet cunt. The feel of her body joining with his, welcoming him into her, was exquisite. He could live forever just as they were now, one with each other. But the reality of their world forced him to question the consequences of their love. Grabbing her by the waist, he stopped her, burying himself as deeply as he could and then stilling both of them.

  “Lily, if I stay inside you, I may make you pregnant. I’ll ask once: do you wish for me to stop?”

  “No! Don’t stop!

  With her answer, he released his hold on her waist and began to thrust deeply into her as she rode him. When he came, he held her tightly to him and filled her just as she came, her body milking his in complete physical ecstasy.

  “Muh tú ra dost darom,” he said in a husky voice as she went still in his arms.

  “What does that mean?” she asked into the crook of his neck.

  “I love you.”

  He opened his eyes and saw a tear roll down from underneath her blindfold. Wiping it away, he kissed her cheek. “Don’t cry.”

  “I’m sorry. I’ve just been so lonely since my husband died.”

  “No more loneliness, my love. You have my undivided attention. I have no one but you.”

  Kadar eased himself out of her and placed her on the bed. “Stay here. I’ll be back in a minute.”

  When he returned, he stood for a moment to watch her curled up on his bed so innocent and sweet.

  She turned toward him and sat up. “Kadar, is something wrong?”

  “No. Nothing is wrong.”

  He sat down next to her and kissed her softly on the cheek. “Do you remember my fantasy?”

  Smiling, she nodded. “Is that baklava I smell?”

  He placed the plate of pastry next to him and pulled her to him. “Sit between my legs and lean back against me.”

  Kadar wrapped his arms around her and fed her a piece of baklava, just as he had the first time she’d tasted the dessert. As she ate, he explored her body as if it were his to own.

  “I’d like another piece, please,” she said sweetly, her face turned toward his.

  “Of course. Anything for my Lily. And you’ll need your strength in a few minutes, so enjoy.”

  After licking his fingers, she asked, “Need my strength?”

  “Yes. We’re not finished.”

  He heard a small moan escape her lips. “You like that?”

  “Yes,” she crooned. “I like the idea of you making love to me again.”

  “Good.”

  Nuzzling her neck, he kissed her behind the ear as his hand made its way to the dark triangle between her legs. He stroked her softly and loved how her legs fell open to provide him better access.

  “I love this...its softness and pinkness. The way you moan when I rub your clit.”

  Lily placed her hand over his to show her agreement. “I love the way you talk about my body as if it brings you joy.”

 

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