The Price of Desire (14 page)

“To us,” she chorused, taking a large sip. As the glass left her lips the unsteady carriage jolted once more, splashing the contents of her glass over her. With a start she jumped up and held the glass away from her, but it was too late. The wine had splashed her bodice, soaking through to her underclothes.

She swore under her breath as she looked down in dismay at the dress. “I’m afraid it’s ruined.”

“I’m sure we can arrange to have it cleaned. Duck into the water closet and take your wet things off. Then we’ll see what we can do.”

Once in the water closet, she removed her dress, opened the door just enough, and handed it out. Hiding in the closet, she waited with an ear to the door while Dominic summoned a steward and had him take her dress away for cleaning.

“Come on out,” he called as soon as the carriage door shut behind the man. “There’s no one here but you and me.”

She looked down at her silk chemise and skimpy lace pantalettes that barely covered her knees. “But I am wearing only my underclothes.” They were her favorite underclothes, true, but she could hardly wear nothing else all the way to Cornwall.

“This is a private carriage. I have locked the door, it’s quite safe to come out.”

Still she hesitated. “I feel too silly. What on earth would the conductor think if he were to see me half dressed like this traveling on a train?”

“Well, wait a minute.”

There was a pause while Caroline heard the rustling of clothes. He must be arranging a replacement dress, or at least a dressing gown, she thought, though goodness knows how he could manage to do that on a train in the middle of nowhere.

“Right-o. You can come out now.”

She opened the door to find no dressing gown, but Dominic quite naked. She gave a startled squeak to see his cock was half erect as he stood there in broad daylight, grinning that grin of his, completely unashamed. “Well, are you coming out?”

Caroline paused a moment while she considered her options. She could hardly hide in the water closet all the way to Cornwall. While proper ladies most certainly did not walk into the arms of a naked man whilst on a train, courtesans surely did, and she was a courtesan now.

And he did have a fine cock.

Not that she had much experience in other men’s cocks, of course, but she did find his shape pleasing. Particularly when it was coming to attention as it was now, showing her just how much he wanted her, letting her know that he would not be forsaking her any time soon. She liked the confirmation it gave her without any words being spoken between them. As long as she could make him rise to attention like that, he belonged to her.

As she stared, his cock twitched and jumped a little, each time getting a bit harder, a bit more erect.

He held out his arms to her. “Come and kiss me, Caroline of the lacy pantalettes.”

Still she hesitated. There were windows in the carriage. Would people in the stations as they passed not be able to see them?

“We will not be interrupted, I assure you. The doors are locked. You are safe.”

Doing as she was bid, she hesitantly left the relative safety of the water closet and went to him. He took her in his arms, drawing her instantly into a deep kiss.

As she kissed him on the lips, she felt a gentle pressure on her shoulders, encouraging her to kiss him lower down. With his now very hard erection pressing against her midriff, her remaining uncertainty crumbled. She hardly cared anymore if people could see through the carriage windows. Let them look if they chose, she would not be ashamed. It was her duty to please Dominic, to keep him interested in her for as long as she was able. If he wanted her to suck on him on the train, then she would obey.

With one hand she held his erection, moving ever so slightly up and down, massaging him until he gave an almost imperceptible groan. At the sound, her hand movement grew harder and faster. She liked knowing that he enjoyed her touch. It made her happy to know that even though she had been his mistress for some weeks now, and even though she was still a novice at her trade, she could still make him want her.

Lowering her head, she kissed, then lightly bit and sucked on one nipple of his smooth chest. Turning her attentions to his other nipple, she teased them both into little hard points. Each time she nipped with her teeth, his cock jumped in her hand.

Continuing to lightly stroke him, she kissed her way down his chest, pausing for a moment at his navel until her tongue flicked lightly on the tip of his cock. Encouraged by his little moans of pleasure, with her other hand she lightly massaged his balls, gently feeling each egg shape in turn. They were soft and yet firm at the same time, giving way only a certain amount under her fingers, and covered with a sac that slipped and slid over them as if oiled.

Finally she could not wait a moment longer. She had to taste him, take him into her mouth and suckle on him as he wanted. With her other hand still massaging the base of his cock, she took him into her mouth, savoring the velvet texture and salty taste of the purplish head with swirls of her tongue. As the train rocked back and forth, he slid in and out of her mouth in time with the movement.

After a few minutes of her suckling on him, he pulled away from her. “Too much of this and our lovemaking will come to a premature and explosive finish.”

She looked up at him, disappointed, wanting him back in her mouth again. “And that would be a bad thing?”

“I need to taste you in my turn, to run my tongue into your wet opening, to tease the exquisitely sensitive place just above. And then, if you wish it, you will feel me deep in your pussy.”

His words, and the tingling in her nether regions that they created, convinced her. She took one last lick as he pulled away from her mouth and knelt on the carriage floor in front of her. “Hold your arms up for me.”

Her chemise was soon disposed of, over her head. Then her lacy pantalettes were slipped down over her hips and ankles. She made no move to stop him, as anxious now to be as naked as he was, and to have him licking at her as he had promised, and then sinking deeply into her.

Desire, she had found to her cost, was a double-edged sword. In making him want her, he had made her want him just as badly. She wasn’t altogether sure that she always kept the upper hand in their lovemaking. Certainly, if he were to pull away from her now and treat her with coldness or disdain, she would weep.

But for now she need not fret. He was looking at her nakedness as if she were the most precious thing in the world and he had the job of taking care of her.

The train rattled on, green fields and hedges racing past the windows as fast as a horse could gallop, while inside the carriage she knelt naked on the rug. Her nipples had hardened into tight peaks, though she was not in the least bit cold. She felt deliciously aroused to be so exposed, in the daylight, in a carriage rocking its way to Cornwall.

Dominic had a wicked look in his eye. “Let me show you something new.”

She eyed him askance. Was being naked in a carriage on a train not new enough for him? What else did he have on his mind? “Something you learned in India?” she asked suspiciously. She was wary of what he might have learned in that faraway place, where people were not even properly English, but burned brown by the sun.

“Yes, I learned it in India. They are masters of sensual pleasure, I assure you. This is something so sexy, so enticing, you will cry in pleasure within minutes, I promise.”

She looked up into his eyes, kneeling there on the floor of the train carriage. Though her mind was uncertain, her body was on fire. Besides, it was her duty to obey him in whatever he wanted. “What do you want me to do?”

“Stay there kneeling, but move your legs apart a bit.”

She did as she was bid, moving her knees until her pussy gaped open.

He lay down on the floor, head between her legs. His breath came hot on her and she almost came with the wet heat of it. He was going to lick her in this position, just as he had promised. She felt herself begin to drip in earnest with the anticipation of his touch.

Reaching up, he held her hips and pulled her down onto his face. She spread her legs farther, allowing him to make contact with his tongue.

He lapped gently at her, causing her to arch her back in pleasure and cry out, just as he had promised.

Moving her hips around, she discovered she could control where his tongue went. Maybe India had its good points, she conceded to herself as she whimpered with the enjoyment of it. First she shifted back to let him lick at her wet opening, then she moved forward a bit so he returned to that spot just behind. She wanted more. How she wanted more. And yet she wanted to continue in this position forever, with his tongue teasing and tormenting her until she died with desire.

She looked down at his cock, so very hard and twitching of its own accord. Surely he would want to taste some of the pleasure he was giving her. She could lick him as he licked her, and their double enjoyment would increase the pleasure fourfold.

Leaning over, she took the tip of him into her mouth, tentatively at first, then with increasing eagerness. His licking intensified as he rewarded her for her actions. Wrapping her hand round the base of his cock, she took as much of him into her mouth as she could, swirling her tongue around the head, then teasing the very tip.

With his hands on her ass, she felt him open her to his gaze. He wriggled a bit, and she felt his lips kissing her, sucking at the tender nub that gave her so much pleasure. The pleasure was almost unbearable as he continued to lick and suck on her. She could feel herself getting close to spending. Her breath came in short pants as she struggled to hold her orgasm at bay.

Then she felt a finger gently probing at her asshole, gently massaging the sensitive opening and dipping a little inside. She would never have thought she would enjoy such an invasion, but she did.

She pumped the base of his cock, her tongue lapping on the tender underside of the swollen head. Her pleasure was building rapidly with the combined attentions of his mouth and fingers. When she could no longer hold it back, she straightened up, pressing down on his face as her muscles began to lock uncontrollably.

Then, to her disappointment, Dominic stopped, pushing her to an upright position.

“Stay there.” With those brief words he shifted up so his cock was near her opening. “Now, sit on me.”

Caroline raised her hips a little and slowly lowered herself onto his erection until he was inside her as far as she could take him. He stretched her, filling her completely. “Is this something else you learned in India?”

“There is a famous book in India called the
Kama Sutra
. I was lucky enough to be given a copy, translated into English by one of our countrymen. Among other matters, it includes descriptions of various positions for giving and taking pleasure. This is one of the Perfumed Garden positions it describes.”

Perfumed Gardens and books listing various positions for making love? India was climbing higher and higher in her estimation. “There are more than this one?”

“There are many more to try if you wish.”

She could hardly think for the blood rushing to her head. “I might indeed like to try a few others.” She ground her hips in a rotating motion, astounded that the position could create such different sensations. “Does this particular position have a name?”

“Well, it is translated from Sanskrit, you understand.” She felt him lift his buttocks a little, his cock thrusting deeper as he did so, until she felt as if it were about to reach her womb. “And the translation is not as poetic as it could be. But in English it is called Reciprocal Sight of Posteriors.” To reinforce the name he caressed her buttocks.

She giggled. Anything less poetic she could not imagine. Still, she had no quibbles with the position itself.

“Touch yourself as you sit on me. Tease your clit with your fingers while I fuck you.”

Her hands were free in this position, she realized. She moved them to her nub as he ordered and began to stroke herself in time with his thrusts.

Then, to her delight, she found she could touch and cup his balls, squeezing and caressing them as she sank up and down on his shaft.

With one hand on her nub and the other on his balls, she moved her hips up and down and side to side so every inch of her pussy was loved.

He thrust into her hard and strong, his cock angled just perfectly to reach that special place deep in her pussy, the place that made her cry out in pleasure when he reached it.

Leaning all the way forward, she grasped his ankles and changed to a faster up and down movement. To her satisfaction, she heard a strangled cry from Dominic as he sought to control his own pleasure. “Not yet.”

He placed his hands on her buttocks to slow her movements. With his hands gripping her ass she lifted up until she felt just the tip of his cock at the entrance to her cunt.

She held there, imagining what his view must be like—his cock slick with her juices only just spreading her pussy lips, her ass once more wide open to his gaze.

She wanted him to touch her there again. She’d enjoyed that most private of caresses a few moments ago, and sought to encourage him, but was uncertain how to put her request. “Touch me as you touched me before,” she finally said, shyly.

She felt a finger lightly touch her ass, feather strokes that both tickled and brought unexpectedly exquisite pleasure.

“Like this?”

Unable to speak, she simply held there, hips moving ever so slightly, signaling her desire to have him continue. After a few moments of caressing, he took hold of her hips and pulled her close to him, burying his cock once more deeply inside her.

The surprise of the fullness of him all the way inside tipped her over the edge. He kept himself there as her climax overwhelmed all her senses, holding himself still so she could milk every last drop of pleasure from the feeling of his shaft deep inside her.