In case she decides to entertain a lover tonight. And of course, you'll stand in the corner and watch. " "Your hair brushed until it's like silk, " he agreed mildly. My hands threading through it to caress your neck, your shoulders. I'll rub oil into your breasts and slick it down your stomach, massaging it into the lips of your cunt for that lover you anticipate taking to your bed. He'll ease into you like butter. He kept his pace toward the house casual, sauntering, playing her game instead of breaking into a sprint. She'd appreciate his restraint, even as she'd try to make him lose it, just to say she'd won. His lady was not a gracious loser. Loser? He stifled a grin at the miffed thought. "Like butter?" She spoke the words now, arching a brow. "Oh, I don't think there's enough lubricant for that. My lover has a very big cock. Long and thick. When it pushes into me, there's always pain with the pleasure of taking it. " Her voice became a sultry purr, amusement swallowed by the unrestrained lust in her glittering green eyes. "The way I like it. " When she freed one hand from his neck to reach down between them, Jacob stifled a curse as she found him. Closing her hand over his steel length, she let her thumb pass over the still damp tip. "Just remember, Sir Vagabond. You're my faithful eunuch until I say oth- erwise. " As he emerged from the forest preserve into the more landscaped area of the backyard, they found the dogs waiting for them. Her pack of Irish wolfhounds lay in the grass or sat, eyes shining in the night, the moon gleaming off teeth revealed by their panting. Bran stood just ahead of the pack, the lead wolfhound's pale body a ghost in the moonlight. "They've had quite a run tonight. " "We all have. " She tightened her arms on his shoulders and he returned the gesture, raising her, her soft curves pressing into his hard ones. Once in her bedroom, he laid her on the bed before he moved into the bathroom to prepare the bath according to her specifica- tions. He kept a discreet eye on her as he performed the tasks. Despite her seductive flirting, she closed her eyes, her face turning to the pil- low as she let some of her weariness have her.
Because of that, when he had the bath prepared, he came back to carry her to the tub. She lifted her arms, no argument again. He made a conscious effort to keep his mind away from the question of whether she would've had the energy to walk back to the house on her own. This night was not going to be about that. She'd given him the third mark. He'd be her legs, her arms, whatever she needed him to be forever. No matter what, she'd never be alone. When he put her in the tub where she could sit propped up in the corner and stepped in to begin her bath, she ran her hand up his hard thigh, tracing the musculature there. Obedient to her wishes, he didn't interfere with her casual fondling, though his cock jumped in response. Reaching for the shower sprayer, he switched the water flow to wet her hair. She closed her eyes as he went to one knee be- fore her. His hand moved over her scalp, the heated water running over her face. She tilted her chin, and he adjusted the spray appropri- ately to avoid getting it into her nose. Thanks to Thomas, her previ- ous servant, he was well trained in the domestic arts. Thanks to the gods, he somehow managed to please her as a lover. He shampooed her hair and then, still kneeling, he used the pitcher on the side of the tub to rinse her. The silken strands of her hair floated in the water around her arms. They gathered around the curves of her breasts. When he pressed a hand towel to her face, he combed her hair back with his fingers, allowing her to open her eyes at length without having to blink a drop away from her long lashes. She retrieved the soap from his hands and washed his chest, the curves of his pectorals, pinching his nipples. Running her palms over the wide expanse of his shoulders, she followed the line of silken chest hair down over his sectioned stomach muscles, watch- ing his cock rise high enough to brush his belly in response to her caress. He knew that touching him this way, knowing what he was thinking as well as seeing his physical response, intensified her reac- tion. She could see the things he wanted to do to her. She scraped him with her nails, a little shudder running through her own mus- cles.
Not the thoughts of a eunuch, Sir Vagabond. A dead man would have such thoughts, my lady, if given the privi- lege of bathing with you. As he well knew, the ability to chastise him for not playing her game exactly as she ordered only sharpened the edge of her lust. She gave him some of her fantasies of punishment even now, his arms and legs restrained while she taunted him with her mouth, punc- tured him with her fangs. Used a whip to mark his flesh and then soothed it with her fingertips, the press of her lips. Two could play it this way. He guided her to her feet to wash the parts he'd been unable to do under the waterline. Standing up be- hind her, he cupped her breasts, rubbing the nipples between his fingers so she arched into his touch while he pressed against her, his very non-eunuch cock prodding her buttocks. With the soap sliding into that channel, it was easy for him to rub himself there, and in his mind he showed her his desire to grasp her cheeks in both hands and bring himself to climax just doing that. But instead he turned her so he could kneel and run soap-slicked hands under the curves of her breasts, over her belly, down to her thighs and calves. Picking up the pitcher, she poured water over his head, then let the pitcher float away as she ran her hands over his skull, threaded her fingers through his hair. When he lifted his face at her insistent touch, she followed the almond curve of his eyes, sluicing away the water so he could raise his lashes. It is odd, Jacob. I feel as if I've done this before . . . Like dj vu. She did it again, more slowly, but apparently the image was too elusive and the desire to simply touch him washed the other concern out of her gaze. So he continued his ministrations, one arm around her hips as he gently put his hand between her legs to wash her pussy. Opening her stance in response, she bit her lip as he cleaned and stimulated at once, massaging her clit with clever fingers. With her mind open to him, he could see how tired she was, yet her body was in a pleasant yearning mode. Caught between wanting some kind of release and wanting to stay like this, touched and teased by him forever.
Her servant. Three marks. Forever hers. She wanted a nap. But she also wanted to be fucked by him. She usually thought of it in a different way, but the primeval urges of the forest were still too close. She swayed. "Here, my lady. " Standing, he put his hands on her shoulders to urge her to lie down in the tub again. This time he stretched out be- hind her so she was lying in the cradle of his body, her upper torso propped on his chest, head relaxed on his shoulder. He captured the pitcher and poured water over her breasts, using the interference of his hand to slow the stream, make it trickle over her. Water ran over her small curves, then rejoined the swirls of soapy foam and flecks of lavender and rose petals floating in the tub and clinging to her. He had one knee propped up, allowing her to lean her body into that side of him. When she plucked a rose petal off his thigh, she turned enough to mold it to his bottom lip. He went quiet under her touch, his attention dwelling on her face, her mouth, her chin. He let her hear every murmured desire of his body that came into his mind. For her part, she let him know how beautiful she thought he was, inside and out. How for the first time in so long, she didn't feel alone. That she trusted him. It suff used him with emotion, but he kept up the pouring, let- ting the water flow even more slowly over her breasts, concentrat- ing on the nipple areas so she began to anticipate, her body lift ing to the stimulation. Reaching over, he turned the jets of the Jacuzzi on, working from his current position to angle them for her com- fort, along her rib cage, the outer muscles of her thighs. When he turned her in his arms, he put her onto his lap and lifted her legs so her calves rested on the slick surface of the wall built around the tub. As he eased her toward the side of the tub, he could tell from the desire that flashed through her expression she understood his plan a moment before he positioned her in front of one of the un- derwater jets. Let your eunuch make sure you're slick and ready for that lover of yours, my lady.