Authors: Kate Pearce
before they finished with me, my cries muffled on Gervase’s oil-soaked chest as I shook
with a never-ending climax.
We lay locked together for a long time. I even slept for a while, exhausted by my
passions. I awoke to hear Gervase whispering fiercely to Gideon, “I’ll not let you have
her like this again, Gideon. She’s mine from now on, do you understand?”
Gideon kissed my shoulder and slid off me, his reply equally quiet. “I know that,
you fool.”
I heard him slip on his clothes and leave. I whimpered and cuddled closer to
Gervase at the sudden cold.
“Eden, we need to go. Wake up, love.”
I opened one eye and regarded him. “Why can’t we stay here?” I grumbled and
Gervase laughed.
“Because I want to fuck you again and I don’t intend to do it until you are in your
own bed.” I rocked my hips against him and he hissed a curse. His cock started to
twitch and grow inside me.
“Why not here?” I kissed the corner of his mouth and he held me away from him.
His shaft slid out of me with a soft sucking sound and I pouted.
“Because we need to bathe and get rid of Gideon’s scent before I fuck you. You may
think me over possessive but I need to make you mine again.”
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I reluctantly crawled to the edge of the bed and looked for my dress. “Then why
did you allow Gideon into our bed?”
Gervase swung his legs over the side of the bed and picked up his shirt, his
expression unreadable. “Because he needed you.” He paused to pull his crumpled shirt
over his head. “Because he is my twin.” He stepped into his breeches and fought to
close them. “And because I wanted to make sure you really preferred me.”
I paused in my dressing, went over to him and put my arms around his neck.
“And?” I inquired as he encircled my waist. “Are you satisfied?”
He nodded, his eyes intent on the knot of his cravat. I kissed him full on the mouth.
“Thank you for allowing me to fulfill my fantasy. But it’s always been you, Gervase,
only you.”
He grunted, picked up his coat and offered me his arm with a flourish. “All right
then, we can stay here but first we must bathe and change.”
I bathed alone and readied myself for my last night with Gervase. Tomorrow I had
to meet with his father and find out my future but this night belonged to me. It was past
midnight when Gervase returned, clad only in a black silk dressing gown, his golden
hair damp from the bath.
I walked towards him, the transparent butter soft silk of my borrowed night robe
hissing against my skin. He took me into his arms and turned me to face the mirror, his
expression serious. I stared at his reflection, noticing how small I looked locked within
his muscular arms and how safe I felt.
He whispered against my neck. “Bend forward over the chaise lounge. I must have
you quickly.”
I leaned forward and his cock nudged my labia and pressed into me. He grabbed
my hips and pulled me backwards as he pumped forwards, making each long thrust as
deep and as powerful as he could. I held onto the back of the couch and watched him in
the mirror. The concentration and primitive lust on his face and the play of his muscles
was so erotic that my sheath clenched again and again around him.
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He slid two fingers into my back passage and then withdrew his cock from my
pussy. I moaned at the loss but he shook his head and plunged his cock in with his
fingers, his voice rough in my ear. “Here too, where Gideon was. No other man will
come in you again, just me.”
He groaned with each stoke and soon came, flooding me with an unending stream
of his seed. My legs were trembling when he finally released me and led me over to the
bed. He stretched out and lay down on his back and beckoned to me like a king.
Smiling, I knelt over him and he grinned.
“I sense that you are plotting something, Eden. You have an incredibly sensuous
gleam in your bewitching green eyes.” He raised an eyebrow. “What would you like to
do with me? Now that I have gotten over my possessive caveman lust, I am all yours.”
I took a deep breath. “Will you let me make love to you, Gervase?”
He regarded me for a long time, his eyes heavy with desire and something else and
then nodded. “Of course.” He drew his hands over his head and gripped the
headboard. “If you truly wish to make this memorable, how about you tie my hands up
here? Then I really will be unable to touch you.”
The thought appealed to me as Gervase had known it would. I climbed off the bed
to find something to bind him with. In a drawer, I found several wide black ribbons. I
returned to the bed and used two of the shorter ribbons to tie his wrists to the
headboard.
The third I kept in my hand as I knelt up to survey my captive. I leaned over and
kissed him gently on the mouth, enjoying the roughness of his unshaven chin and the
softness of his lips against mine. I began to work my way down his body, stopping to
kiss and nuzzle and worry over every scar that marred his perfection. He spread his
legs as I moved over his hard, flat belly, dipping my tongue into his navel, making him
squirm.
I avoided his erection and continued to slide my way down to his feet. After kissing
and licking the arches of his feet until he pleaded for mercy, I crawled back up and sat
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between his legs. With a wicked smile, I unfurled the black silk ribbon and held it taut
between my two hands. My nipples hardened and showed through the silk as I rubbed
it over my breasts. Gervase licked his lips, his attention riveted on the movements of the
ribbon.
Then I took the ribbon and wound it lightly around his shaft, covering his flesh. His
hips moved restlessly forward as I knelt up, took the end of the ribbon between my
teeth and pulled it off in one slow spiraling motion. I did it again and again until the
ribbon was stained with his semen and he strained against his bonds.
Leaving the ribbon wrapped tightly around his cock, I ignored his threats and sat
facing him, my knees open and overlapping his thighs. Capturing his heated gaze, I
stroked my clitoris with one hand and pinched my nipple between my finger and
thumb. I rocked back and forth, enjoying the sensation of his coarsely haired thighs
against my soft thighs and buttocks.
My excitement grew as lust mounted in his gaze and he was forced to watch me
pleasure myself to a climax. His fingers flexed within his bonds. I knew he was trying to
break free.
“Eden…” The words sounded as if they had been torn from his throat. “Fuck me,
please.”
I shook my head and he growled an obscenity. This was my last night with him. I
was determined to extract every sensual memory I could from it. Gervase didn’t know
it yet, but the sight of a beautiful, well-made man with a huge cock tied to my bed
begging me to fuck him would have to last me a lifetime.
I unfurled the black ribbon with a flick of my wrist and tied it around my narrow
waist. As Gervase watched, I brought the loose end from the back between my legs and
secured it at my waist. I crawled up Gervase’s body and knelt over his face so that he
could see how the ribbon ran between my labia and covered my clitoris and my
passage.
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I slowly lowered myself down towards his mouth. With a groan he started licking
the black ribbon. His tongue probed and curled along the edges, trying to get
underneath it, but I pulled it tight.
In desperation, he rubbed his tongue and his unshaven chin against my clitoris
until it swelled against the ribbon. Then he sucked both into his mouth, holding on with
his teeth. As he pleasured me, I arched backwards, put my hands behind my back and
grasped his cock. The second I touched him, he came, soaking my hand. He cursed long
and loudly.
I raised myself away from his face before he could attempt any punishment and
smiled down at his maddened features. His jaw tightened and he whispered, “You little
tease. Just you wait until I get my hands free. I’m going to fuck you until you beg for
mercy.”
I bent and licked his mouth and then bit down hard on his lower lip. “I plan on
leaving you tied up all night, so think again.”
I slithered down to where his seed lay in pools on his stomach and anointed my
breasts with a generous handful until they gleamed and dripped. Then I trailed my
nipples over his lips until he took them into his mouth and suckled me.
“See how you taste,” I murmured as his cock rose against my naked back, nudging
the black ribbon. “I want it all from you, tonight, Gervase. I want to suck you dry.”
I braced myself on my knees over him. An expression of relief crossed his face. I
lowered myself until the swollen, weeping tip of his arousal brushed against the black
silk ribbon. He could go no farther. I moved my hips back and forth, enjoying the
sensation and his obvious frustration. I angled my body and slid up and down the sides
of his massive erection until he writhed in lack of fulfillment.
My body throbbed with the need to take him but I fought to control myself. I stared
at Gervase who was covered in a thin sheen of sweat and even more desirable as a
result. I put one finger between my legs and held the ribbon to one side. Gervase stilled
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as I slowly lowered myself down onto his cock. I came instantly and had to force myself
to pull up and away from him.
The expression on his face as I climbed off the bed was indescribable. He roared.
“Come back here and finish what you started. Come and fuck me!”
I poured myself a large brandy and sauntered back towards him. “Would you like
some of this?”
He shook his head. “No, damn it! I want to fuck you.”
I sat down next to him and sipped my brandy. Gervase’s lust filled eyes narrowed
and he fisted his hands.
“What exactly do you mean, Gervase? You have already fucked me several times.” I
kissed him and allowed some of the brandy to trickle into his mouth. He smiled back at
me, showing his teeth. I shifted away. His whole demeanor radiated a primitive rage.
“If I tell you, sweetheart, it won’t be a surprise, will it?”
I finished my brandy and paused to unwrap the ribbon from between my legs,
desperate to release the throbbing pressure. I quickly straddled Gervase and lowered
myself down on him with a grateful sigh. Before I could raise myself up again, Gervase
planted his feet firmly on the mattress and pushed upward until his whole lower body
came off the bed. With a gasp, I struggled to right myself as he thrust higher and my
legs slipped against his hips. It was as exhilarating as trying to master a wild horse. I
struggled to stay on top of him as he fought to buck me off.
I knew I was doomed when I heard a harsh ripping sound and Gervase freed his
right wrist. With a triumphant roar, he pulled out of me and pressed me face down into
the sheets as he busied himself freeing the left.
“Now, my lady,” he said breathlessly, “I have the upper hand.” He rolled me onto
my back and carefully removed the long black ribbon from around my waist. He ripped
the ribbon in half with his teeth and dangled the pieces in front of my nose. There was
nothing I could do to stop him looping the ribbon around both my wrists and securing
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it on the headboard. He slid off the bed and went to pour himself a drink before
returning to sit beside me.
“Open your legs, Eden.”
I did as he commanded, well past modesty now and eager to see what he would do
with me. I sighed as his long fingers tugged at the soaking curls in between my legs.
“You are so wet that one might think that you had serviced an entire regiment
tonight rather than just one man.” I shivered as he circled my swollen bud with the tip
of his thumb. “I never imagined I would meet a woman, let alone a lady, who would be
able to keep up with my sexual demands, but you not only keep up you exceed my
expectations.”
He opened my legs even wider and settled between them.
“I think I will dry you off. And then we can start again.”
He took the corner of the sheet and wiped away the wetness. He even pushed the
fabric inside me to make sure I was completely dried to his satisfaction. When he had
finished, he bent forward and kissed me, his rich male scent filled my nostrils. The
gentle brush of his cock against my belly made me melt inside.
After a long deep kiss, he sat back, glanced down between my legs and frowned.
“Eden, you are wet again. I’ll have to dry you.”
I began to sense the game he intended to play as he wiped me dry. He suckled my
breasts until the inevitable happened and I grew wet and swollen with need again.
The rasping of the cloth became a torment and a punishment as I strove to remain
unaffected by his caresses and kisses but couldn’t. I knew I would be wet again as he
nudged my mouth with the wet tip of his cock but refused to go inside even when I
opened my lips.
As his hand returned between my legs, he pretended to sigh as he drew forth more
of my juices and sucked his fingers. I bit down hard on my lip and tried not to stare