A Season for Christmas (Desire and Discipline #3)

Chapter 7

7

Catherine

All the thinking she had done beforehand had not helped prepare her for the reality, for how she would feel in the moment, for the effect Samuel’s hard body against hers, his hands on her, would have. Her late husband had been a traditional man, visiting her bed mostly to try to beget an heir… and when no heir was forthcoming, he’d mostly lost interest. Though bedding him had not been unpleasant, it had also not been as pleasurable as she had found such activities could be after she’d joined the Society for Sin.

There, she’d learned about her own pleasure rather than merely tolerating the whole process.

But none of those men had ever set her body aflame the way Samuel did.

None of them had made her want to throw caution—and her clothing—to the wind the way she wanted to right now.

Her reputation at the Society of Sin was one of control. Coolness. Distance .

She felt none of that right now.

Not just physically but emotionally, she could not find any distance.

Could not cool off.

And her much-vaunted control was slipping through her fingers at a rapid rate, if she’d ever had it to begin with.

Everything was different with Samuel.

She gasped as his lips slipped away from hers, moving to the sensitive skin on her neck. Arching her back, she pressed her breasts against him as he moved his lips over her throat, squirming on his lap with the need pulsing through her. She felt breathless from the sensations curling through her, shocked by the intensity of the passion rising inside her.

She had to get control again.

Pulling away, she scooted back on his lap, panting for breath.

Hoping he could not see how unsettled she was, she reached for the end of his cravat and tugged, pulling it off of him. He was panting for breath as well, his fingers still curved around her bottom, eyes hot as he watched her.

“Since I do not have my ladies’ maid on hand, you will have to take her place. Help me undress,” she said once she was sure her voice would remain steady. Lower than normal, huskier than normal, but steady.

“Yes, my lady,” he replied, a slow grin spreading across his lips. It helped her sensibilities that his voice was also strained—nearly as strained as his breeches were across his erection when she stood. Satisfaction thrummed through her.

Moving back, she brushed her skirts down as he got to his feet, undulating from the chair so they were standing a mere inch apart. He looked down at her, eyes still gleaming. She raised an eyebrow at him, shrugging her shoulders. Now that she was standing, she could feel how loose her dress was and knew that he’d managed to undo quite a few of her buttons…

Nearly all of them, it turned out.

“You are so damn beautiful,” Samuel murmured as he helped her out of the dress, then laid it over the chair he’d just vacated to keep it from rumpling too badly. His eyes roved over her body, sincerity shining in his eyes.

She felt beautiful when he looked at her like that.

Sometimes, it was difficult to tell, with so many silver-tongued devils wandering the ton , whether or not a compliment was truly meant, if it was merely paying lip service… or if a rake was trying to seduce her. There was no question with Samuel, though. She could tell he meant it, even without the prodigious bulge at the front of his breeches.

In some ways, it felt very odd to be here with him, alone, stripping down… getting ready to do things she could have never imagined the first time he’d courted her. Then, she’d dreamed of kisses, of being held, of him touching her body. She’d had no idea what happened between a man and a woman in the bedroom.

The difference between then and now…

She actually blushed as he slowly stripped her bare, despite herself. It was hard to reconcile the young debutante she’d been with the confident woman she was now. Hard not to feel like that blushing innocent again because she was with Samuel.

Not that it seemed to bother him. He knelt before her, his shirt hanging open in the front, his fingers reverently rolling down her stockings, his breath hot on her upper thighs. Catherine lifted her foot, letting him pull the stocking off entirely, leaving her naked in front of him… but he was the one on his knees. Reaching down, she grasped his hair, sliding her fingers through the strands and gripping at the root so she could tilt his head back.

“How good are you with your mouth, Samuel?” she asked.

A slow smile spread across his lips.

“I have never had any complaints.” There was a cocky surety to his demeanor that she found shamefully attractive. Then again, she had always liked a confident man, as long as he was not over confident.

“Well, let us see what I think then.” The chair he’d been sitting in was still beside them. He was tall enough that she could not step over him, even kneeling, so she lifted one foot to rest it on the seat of the chair, spreading her thighs wide. She could feel the cooler air of the room against the heated flesh of her cunt, and she used her hand in his hair to draw him forward, directly into that heat.

Surprise flashed in his eyes, but he went quickly, easily, his lips and tongue seeking those wet folds. Catherine moaned, moving her hips as his tongue slid against her sensitive spots, tasting her, savoring her.

With her other hand, she reached up to cup her breast, pinching her hard nipple and shuddering as the delicious sensations began to roll through her. It was not the easiest position to maintain, but it was well worth it to have him on his knees, servicing her for her pleasure.

Turning her head, she was able to see them in the looking glass—Samuel’s hard head buried between her thighs as she stood over him, one hand on his hand, the other on her breast. It was an erotic tableau worthy of an etching, and the sight of it aroused her even more.

And he was very, very good at it, even in the awkward position. His hands came up to cup her bottom, helping hold her in place as he began to feast with gusto, his tongue delving between her folds, exploring the sensitive flesh. Catherine shuddered, moaning, as her grip on his hair tightened, and she rolled her nipple between her fingers, tugging the little bud. The jolt went straight through her, down to her pussy where Samuel laved his tongue over the little pearl of her womanhood.

“Samuel…” She gasped his name as he suckled at her font, devouring her with all the earnest need of a starving man.

Pleasure was curling inside her, making her position even harder to maintain. His hands squeezed her bottom as she began to rock herself against his mouth. It was his hands that helped her not to fall over. His hands kneaded, squeezing, adding to the tumult of sensations… and Catherine let herself go.

Let herself trust him to hold her up.

She cried out as her pleasure broke, ecstasy swirling through her, her hand dropping from her breast to Samuel’s head to keep her from falling. He held her up, suckling her as he supported her, holding her as he pleasured her while she gripped his hair and cried out his name.

Samuel

Bloody hell.

If this was what Catherine required of him, he was more than happy to serve.

He’d always enjoyed using his mouth on a woman, watching her writhe for him, hearing her cry out for him, knowing that it was his skill that elicited such pleasure from her. However, he’d never pleasured a woman who was standing over him before. This was an entirely new experience and one he relished.

There was something extremely arousing about being on his knees for her while she stood over him, yet also relied upon him for her support. Casting his eyes upward to her, watching her pluck her nipple, her breasts jiggling as she moved, was a sight to behold. The perspective was a newly discovered enjoyment as well.

Though his neck might feel some of the strain, it was more than worth the slight ache in his muscles. Especially when she finally pulled away, panting for breath, her face and chest flushed from her passion.

Her hands were still in his hair, gripping his head tightly, holding him in place, still on his knees. With her moving away from him, her leg coming down from the chair seat, he was forced to relinquish his grasp on her bottom—a pity.

“Very good,” she murmured after a long moment, bending down to brush a kiss over his lips, tasting herself on them. She licked her own lips after doing so, sending a new surge of arousal to his cock, which was already hard as a rock. “Now… my turn.”

By which she meant it was her turn to touch and taste him… but not in the same position. No, she quickly had him stripped on the bed and tied to it with his own cravat. Samuel tugged on the fabric around his wrists, holding him to the headboard, testing its strength.

“Do not tug too hard,” she cautioned him as she straddled his hips, her cunt hovering over his cock, though she did not lower herself enough for the two to connect. “You do not want it to become too tight around your wrists. ”

“Hmm.” He tugged again, then jolted as she pinched his nipple. The sharp sting was not particularly painful, but it did surprise him, making him jerk beneath her. He met her gaze, staring with both surprise and indignation.

Catherine raised her eyebrow at him. Despite being completely naked, her breasts swaying in front of her, pert pink nipples budded, she somehow managed to look every inch the proper, intimidating lady of the ton.

“What did I just say, Samuel?” Her fingers rolled the little bud threateningly.

“Ah… my apologies, my lady.” He grinned at her. “Sometimes, it is hard to resist testing things for myself.”

“Do your best. Otherwise…” She let go of his nipple and raked her fingernails over his chest, starting at his shoulders and scraping them down.

He cried out at the sensation, which was both painful and arousing, his hips lifting so he could feel the underside of his cock brushing against the wet heat of her pussy for one delicious moment.

She smiled at him, a sadistic gleam in her eye. “I do not need a flogger to punish you.”

Samuel stared up at her. She was definitely not the young woman he remembered… she was so much more. For the first time, he felt a little nervous about the changes. Being secured to the headboard of a bed could do that to a man. She’d tied the knot quite well—he was not sure he would be able to break free—and it certainly would not be easy to do so, even if he did manage it in the end.

He’d never been naked and vulnerable to a woman like this, not for pleasure or pain, and it was clear Catherine enjoyed inflicting both. And his cock apparently did not care which she chose to focus on. The damned appendage did not deflate in the slightest despite the little punishments—if anything, it might have hardened even more.

“I’d prefer pleasure,” he finally replied once he was able to find his tongue again. The taste of her still lingered, adding to his arousal.

“Hmm, would you?” she asked, though she was not looking at his face or seemed to be particularly interested in the answer. Instead, she was focused on tracing a nail across his chest and down the little pathway of hair that led to his stomach and below—though she was stopped by the position of her own body before she could go any lower.

“Yes.”

She shifted atop him, moving her body down so his cock was no longer beneath her pussy. With her knees on either side of his thighs, her weight pressing down on them, he was now even more trapped than he’d been before. Thrusting upward with any force, with any real leverage, was no longer an option.

“It doesn’t seem to have had any effect on your arousal,” she commented, wrapping her hand around the body part in question. Samuel groaned as she gripped his cock, his hips immediately attempting to move upward as she slid her palm down the thick length, proving he was right about how much mobility he had with her atop him the way she currently was.

Very little.

“In fact,” she said, cradling his balls with her other hand and giving them a sharp yank that had him crying out—and thrusting up again. “It seems part of you likes it very much.”

The breath strangled in his throat as she held his tender sack, squeezing lightly but with enough pressure to feel like a warning. She was holding his most sensitive, most delicate parts in her hands and threatening to hurt them… and yes, hi s cock liked it far more than it should. The rest of him was conflicted, struggling to land on an emotion, caught between anticipation, excitement, and anxious apprehension.

He had no idea what she was going to do next… and, unexpectedly, he loved it.