Love's Master, page 9
So he’d give her that man.
At three o’clock she arrived, and as he’d instructed Akil to do, he showed her into the study. Kadar waited in an alcove and watched with a full heart as she positioned herself with her back toward the window, just as she’d always done in Hertfordshire.
His heart leaped in joy as he saw her acceptance of him. Quietly, he moved behind her as he always had, and wrapped his hands around her neck. He leaned in next to her ear and kissed her sweetly.
“My Lily. Tell me why you returned to me,” he whispered.
She leaned back to feel his body against hers and swallowed hard. “I missed my Kadar.”
The need in her voice sent a jolt through his body, and instantly his cock was hard. He’d missed her too. This time would be different, though.
Slowly, he turned her to face him and looked into those gorgeous green eyes he’d waited so long to see as Kadar. He tipped her head up toward his and bent down to kiss her deeply, loving the feel of her soft lips on his. Drawing her to him, he buried his hand in her hair to release it from its pins. It tumbled over her shoulders, covering his hands, and he pulled back to look at her.
“That’s how I love to see my Lily.”
Shyly, she smiled up at him. “I love you. I know you must be Mason Danvers to the rest of the world, but can you always be Kadar with me?”
He was sure his heart filled more than it ever had at her request. No more would he be forced to indulge his fantasies with frustrated society women. Finally, he’d found a woman who truly accepted his desires and wanted to share them with him.
“Always.”
Lily’s wrapped her arms around him and nuzzled his neck. “Please make love to me. I need to feel you again.”
Quickly, he drew the curtains and stripped her clothes from her as she worked to unbutton his shirt and trousers. In seconds, he lifted her to him, positioning his cock at her wet entrance and teasing her with the tip.
Kissing him desperately, she wriggled in his arms to force him to bury himself inside her. “Please, Kadar. Don’t make me wait!”
Turning to his right, he placed her on the edge of his desk and carefully lowered her to her back. She impatiently wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled him toward her.
“Hurry, please. I need you inside me.”
Looking down into those beautiful eyes pleading for him to satisfy her, he couldn’t deny her and let his self-control slip away as he buried his cock in her slick channel. Her body welcomed him home with every thrust, and he reveled in the joy of making love to the woman he’d spend the rest of his life with. Bending over, he took her in his arms as they came together, each giving the other the acceptance they sought.
Kadar carried her to the couch and placed her between his legs as he leaned back against the arm. Pressing her body to his, she whispered, “Your fantasy.”
“Exactly. And it can’t be my fantasy without your favorite treat.”
From a table behind the couch, he took a piece of baklava from a plate and placed it in her mouth.
“I love this fantasy, Kadar. It’s so delicious to have you hold me as you feed me.”
“I’m happy you love it. I want nothing more than your happiness.”
Lily moaned her pleasure as he fed her another piece of the dessert. “Kadar, please promise me it will always be like this.”
Kadar ran his hands over her breasts, tenderly teasing her nipples, and then to her stomach, stopping just above the juncture of her legs. Every inch of her excited him, and he wanted to spend the rest of his time on Earth exploring every part of her to take her body to heights she’d never thought possible.
“Your submission is a gift I cherish, Lily. I promise to always adore you as I do right now.”
He slid one long finger into the dark triangle and teased her swollen clit before plunging into her. With his other hand he gently encircled her neck. One finger led to two, and she writhed in ecstasy under his control.
She was so wet, so open to him. Each dip into her cunt covered his fingers in her juices, and his stiff cock pressed against his belly, wanting what his fingers were enjoying. A few swift movements and she’d be on top of him, his cock buried to the balls in her.
But he wanted something else.
“Let’s continue where we left off,” he whispered as his fingers trailed over her inner thigh.
“Where we left off?”
Kadar heard the uncertainty in her voice but dismissed it. He wouldn’t be much of a Dominant if he couldn’t calm his woman.
Guiding her up from the couch, he stood her on her feet. “Stand here.”
He slipped into his pants and reached into the desk drawer for the cat o’nine tails. As he did, he saw Lily reach for her dress.
“No. You stay undressed.”
Coming out from behind the desk, Kadar saw her eyes grow wide.
“Kadar?”
He heard the fear in her voice but was sure there was curiosity and possibly desire buried underneath. “This will make you feel as wonderful as when I spanked you with my hand, my love. Now hold on to the arm of the couch.”
Lily did just as she was ordered and Kadar positioned himself behind her. His eyes traveled over her porcelain white skin as he tenderly stroked her back and hips, slipping his hand over her bottom. Gently, he prepared her for the mixture of pain and pleasure he would soon deliver. Caressing her back and legs, he explained the ways of his world.
“Lily, I’m a Dominant and you’re my submissive. That doesn’t mean I would ever hurt you or your emotional and physical safety aren’t important to me, but it does mean how we make love is different than how you and your husband did.”
He stopped talking to kiss her softly on the lips and then continued. “If you ever become frightened, I want you to say the word “sweet” and I’ll change what I’m doing. And if you ever need me to stop, I want you to say the word “apple.” Do you understand?”
In a tiny voice, she answered, “Yes.”
“I would never hurt you, Lily. I told you when we met that force is for brutes and blackguards.”
Turning her head to see him, she met his gaze and he saw nothing but love in her eyes. “I trust you, Kadar. I willingly submit to you.”
After softly placing a kiss in the middle of her back, he took one last look at her pale skin and flicked his wrist to bring the cat o’nine tails to her back. The buttery leather whips left their mark and instantly her skin began to pinken.
Lily’s obvious shock was evident in her sharp intake of breath, but she quickly calmed and just as he had when he’d spanked her, he tenderly smoothed her heated skin with his hand.
“My Lily,” he whispered as he readied the toy again.
Once more, he swung the whips toward her back, delivering the sting each inflicted. Lily’s hands gripped the arm of the couch tightly, her knuckles whitening, but Kadar knew one or two more swipes would change her fear to desire.
He soothed the skin with his palm, stroking her pain into comfort as he sensed her relax at his touch. “One more, love.”
One more became two and then three and as he’d believed, by the last time the leather touched her skin, she was almost consumed by need. Lovingly, he caressed her skin to sweet relief as she begged to touch him.
“Please, I need to kiss you, to feel you. Please, Kadar!”
“Turn around.”
He forgave her for not knowing a submissive’s proper role and let her take the lead for a moment when she pressed her mouth to his, so desperate to connect with him in her arousal. Her hands slid over his chest and shoulders as her lips and tongue took from his every ounce of pleasure he could offer.
“Tell me what my Lily wants.”
“Satisfy my need, Kadar.”
In a moment, he was out of his pants and on top of her on the couch, his body melding with hers into one. He entered her in one sharp thrust, their bodies joining in perfect pleasure. Her body clung to his, her cunt sweetly welcoming his cock each time as he sought that spot in her that would make her shatter into a million pieces. Her mouth devoured his, and she moaned her pleasure into him, exciting him more. More than ever before, he needed to satisfy her need to satisfy his own. When she finally cried out to signal her orgasm, he held her close to him as her shaking body dragged his own release from him. They lay for a long time in each other’s arms, their heartbeats and breathing the only sounds in the room.
For Kadar, this was everything he’d dreamed of since he’d returned home. There was just one more thing to do.
In her ear, he said, “Time to go, Lily.”
The look on her face as she sat upright was full of hurt and confusion. “Why?”
Kadar smiled. “It’s time we found the vicar. We’ve got a honeymoon to begin. How does a week in Hertfordshire sound?”
Lily kissed him and rested her head on his chest. “Perfect. Will there be baklava?”
Look for Masquerade, another Gabrielle Bisset novella set in Victorian England!
EXCERPT
“Are you enjoying yourself, Count? You don’t dance?”
“Not particularly well, my lady, but I will make an exception for you.”
Behind her mask, Annelisa beamed. This was going to be even easier than she’d hoped. “Perhaps later. For now, I prefer to enjoy your company this way.”
She watched as relief washed over him and his body relaxed.
“I think I’d like to take a walk outside for some fresh air. Would you care to join me, sir?”
“Absolutely.”
Taking her arm in his, he guided her through the library to the outside. As they strolled around the well-manicured Italian gardens famous to the Stewart mansion, they made thoughtful conversation while Annelisa’s eyes scanned the area for the place she’d bring her plan to fruition.
Just the way he spoke to her as if she were an intelligent being impressed her. She’d made a good choice in Nikolai, but as they continued to walk the mansion’s grounds, she worried he might be a little too respectful to do what she needed him to do.
Subtly, she began stroking his arm with her free hand and then slid her gloved fingers inside his sleeve to touch his wrist. Even through the fabric, she felt the heat of his skin and sensed his pulse begin to quicken as they continued their conversation.
She was sure he was interested. Now if she could induce him to make a move, she’d willingly oblige him and achieve her goal.
Stopping behind a large hedge out of the view of the other party goers, she looked up at him and moistened her lips. Fear thrummed in her veins as she waited for him to act on her signals. What if he was too honorable to help her complete her plan? For a long moment, she wondered if she would fail as the thought of marrying Thornton Sutcliffe made her heart sink.
Nikolai touched her mask, and she quickly grabbed his hand to stop him.
“No.”
“How am I to give you what you’ve been telling me you want if I can’t see your face?” he asked, his beautiful blue eyes seductively looking down at her.
“The mask must stay.”
Despite his obvious confusion, her requirement didn’t deter him. Gently, he pressed his lips to hers and kissed her. Annelisa’s heart pounded against her chest at the thought that this was her first real kiss. Was she doing it correctly? Would he know she was experienced in this, and therefore, in what she hoped would follow and end their tryst prematurely?
As she worried about these things, Nikolai dropped his head to her neck and softly planted kisses near her collarbone. In a hoarse voice, he whispered, “Moya milaya,” against her skin.
The effect of his kisses surprised her, and an unfamiliar ache began to throb inside her. She pulled his head closer to her, weaving her fingers in his thick hair, and pushed her body to his, only intensifying the ache inside.
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The Agony Column was a real column that appeared in the Times of London up to 1966. Located on the first page of the newspaper, it was exactly as it’s been portrayed here—a collection of advertisements and notices, often cryptic, from lovers and those seeking long lost relatives, in addition to employment ads and public announcements. Often, the notices were written in foreign languages, particularly Latin, German, and French, and codes known only to the poster and respondent. During the 19th century, the column was particularly popular, most famously seen in the Arthur Conan Doyle’s Sherlock Holmes Mysteries, where the world famous detective religiously combs through the ads each morning for information about cases.
The notice that appears in Love’s Master is, in fact, from an actual advertisement that appeared in the column on Saturday, June 21, 1845. In its original form, it read, S.B. “is a STRICT Disciplinarian, and not afraid of a rather unruly Pupil.” I changed it to reflect Kadar’s first initial and punctuated it differently. I have no idea what the original notice referred to, but I am indebted to S.B. and his post for my initial story idea.
Qabili Palau and baklava are both dishes enjoyed in Afghanistan and deliciously easy to make. Here are recipes for both, in case you’d like to enjoy them with someone you love.
Qabili Palau
Ingredients:
Lamb- preferably some tenderloin and shank
Three large white onions
Salt
Black pepper
Coriander powder
Cinnamon powder
Nutmeg powder
Ground cumin
Large cardamom and small cardamom powder
Rice- basmati
Carrots
Raisins
sliced almonds and pistachios
1/4 cup of brown sugar
Steps
Meat:
In a large pressure cooker heat 1 cup of vegetable oil over medium high heat.
Add chopped onions and start stirring. This is one of the most important steps. Make sure that the onions do not burn, but by stirring them ever 1-2 minutes get them to a nice caramel brown color. Add meat and stir. Let cook for 2 minutes. Stir again. With each stir, add 1/4 cup of water. Repeat this stirring process until all the onion has caramelized and the meat has lost its “lamby” odor.
Now add salt ONLY. Add water to barely cover the top of the meat and pressure cook until meat is tender. Once meat is tender, over low heat, add the remainder of your spices. Turn off heat once enough water has evaporated so that you can see some of the oil on top of the meat sauce.
Carrots/raisins/nuts:
In a large frying pan place carrots. Pour 2 tablespoons of vegetable oil and the sugar on top. Cover pain and place it over a medium heat. In 2 minutes, uncover and place raisins and nuts on top of carrots without stirring and cover pot. In 1 minute, uncover and stir. Once the sugar has melted, then the mixture is ready.
Rice:
In a large pot, boil water. Add rice that has been soaked in salt- after draining it. Once rice grain is tender enough (this is a tough step to write instructions for)- then drain rice. Add drained rice back to the pot, and mix rice with the meat gravy. Use enough of the gravy so that it barely colors the rice. Do not soak the rice. Make the rice into a mound. On one side of the mound arrange the meat pieces. On the other side of the mound, bury the carrot/raisin/nuts and cover with rice.
Create ventilation holes in rice with back of utensil. Cover with large pieces of paper towel and place into a 400 Fahrenheit oven- decrease the temperature to 300 in 10 minutes- decrease the temperature to 250 in 15 minutes. Serve after 15 minutes.
Baklava
Fillo dough
1/2 pound unsalted butter
1 tsp. cinnamon
1 1/2 cups sugar
1 tsp. cardamom
Almonds
1 tsp. lemon juice
1 1/2 cups water
Crushed pistachios
First, preheat the oven to 375 degrees. Next, melt the butter over very low heat. Combine freshly ground cardamom cinnamon in a small bowl. Lay two layers of fillo dough on a baking sheet, and pour two tablespoons of melted butter over the dough. Use a pastry brush to spread the butter.
Next, sprinkle a thin layer of fresh almond nuts, and a small amount of the cinnamon/cardamom mixture. Repeat this until you have several layers. On the top layer, only spread melted butter. Bake the baklava at 375 degrees, until the fillo dough is golden brown. At this point, remove the baklava from the oven and prepare the syrup.
For the syrup... Combine one and one-half cups of water with one and one-half cups of sugar, and one teaspoon of fresh lemon juice. Bring the mix to a boil, turn down the heat and simmer for 5 minutes. While the baklava is still warm, cut it into small triangle shapes and drizzle the syrup over the baklava. To finish, sprinkle with crushed pistachio nuts.
K.M. Scott writes sexy contemporary romance with characters her readers love. A New York Times and USA Today bestselling author, she’s been in love with romance since reading her first romance novel in junior high (she was a very curious girl!). Under her Gabrielle Bisset name, she also writes erotic historical and paranormal romance. She lives in Pennsylvania with her teenage son and a herd of animals and when she’s not writing can be found reading or feeding her TV addiction.
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Books by K.M. Scott
Heart of Stone Series
Crash Into Me (Heart of Stone #1)
Fall Into Me (Heart of Stone #2)
Give In To Me (Heart of Stone #3)
The Heart of Stone Trilogy Box Set
Ever After (A Heart of Stone Novella)
A Heart of Stone Christmas
