make you come before you marry me?’
She struggled to stand, pulling her drawers up over her ravaged, red backside. ‘A hundred,’ she said defiantly, stuffing her breasts back into her corset.
Elijah grinned, licking at his fingers. ‘A helping hand would not go amiss,’ he said, motioning to his straining cock.
‘Go to hell. Playtime is over.’ Susanna stalked away through the trees, fastening her dress as she went.
Chapter Eight
In the war against Elijah Storm, Susanna declared that she had won this round. Although she hadn’t intended to be caught by him and spanked soundly, nor driven to an orgasm against her will using her most taboo hole, nonetheless, she had climaxed, and he hadn’t. Just like last time. As far as she was concerned, his balls must be near blue by now. She grinned to herself as she lay on her bed later that day, lingering on the scene in her mind. Nonetheless, she hadn’t achieved her intended aim – the withdrawal of his proposal and the transfer of his affections to Lucy. She would have to accept that, sadly, her sister was not going to gain a husband out of this wild man. It was for the best.
What she needed was to get rid of Mr Storm once and for all and empty her heart and body of his presence. She hit upon a plan. She would take Lucy to London to stay with their Aunt Georgina and there woo the most eligible of men.
Her mother offered barely a protest, confined to her room in mourning. They set off a week later, Lucy sullen by her side but coming to accept after long explanations that Susanna had not sought Mr Storm’s attentions and did not intend to usurp Lucy in his affections.
By the time they stopped at an inn for supper, Lucy was positively excited about their upcoming visit and the chance to meet so many eligible bachelors. Susanna was less so. The cold knot below her ribs told her she pined for Elijah in the most shameful of ways. This could not go on. She would have to lose herself in merriment and flirting for the duration of their trip.
They arrived next day and Georgina, their mother’s sister, greeted them effusively at the door of her townhouse. Never married, she had a certain reputation with Elizabeth – flighty, flirtatious, and fond of dangerous assignations. Susanna suspected Elizabeth’s disapproval was based on envy. It seemed to her that Georgina lived the most exciting and free of lives – no one to answer to, no one to please but herself. Why would every woman not want that? Perhaps Susanna could have it too. Maybe her father would be willing to set her up in a small house near to her aunt and she could embark on the same sort of thrilling life as Georgina. But Mr Storm crept into her thoughts again. If he married someone else, it would kill her, she knew.
The first night was a dance at the stunning mansion of an acquaintance of Georgina’s. Mr Craig was a silver-haired bachelor in his 50s and was so delighted to see her aunt that Susanna wondered about the true nature of their friendship. Susanna and Lucy danced all night, wooed by a succession of rich, titled men, and Lucy came away breathless, eyes shining, clearly having forgotten all about Mr Storm.
Susanna, however, had not. She compared them all to Elijah and found them wanting. Angrily she argued with her subconscious. What exactly was there to admire about this man? His sardonic nature? His wanton sexuality? Or the way he looked when his erection was deep in her mouth and he trembled on the brink of climax? She shook when she thought about it. A certain kind of vulnerability had been revealed that night. A chink in his armour. Instead of exploiting it, she had allowed him to take the upper hand once more. But there was no denying she preferred it that way. Being mastered by him.
The next day, Lucy and Georgina both pleaded headaches so Susanna took the carriage into town alone. Too much wine, she knew, and while her own head was delicate, it wasn’t enough to keep her to her bed.
She struggled to stand, pulling her drawers up over her ravaged, red backside. ‘A hundred,’ she said defiantly, stuffing her breasts back into her corset.
Elijah grinned, licking at his fingers. ‘A helping hand would not go amiss,’ he said, motioning to his straining cock.
‘Go to hell. Playtime is over.’ Susanna stalked away through the trees, fastening her dress as she went.
Chapter Eight
In the war against Elijah Storm, Susanna declared that she had won this round. Although she hadn’t intended to be caught by him and spanked soundly, nor driven to an orgasm against her will using her most taboo hole, nonetheless, she had climaxed, and he hadn’t. Just like last time. As far as she was concerned, his balls must be near blue by now. She grinned to herself as she lay on her bed later that day, lingering on the scene in her mind. Nonetheless, she hadn’t achieved her intended aim – the withdrawal of his proposal and the transfer of his affections to Lucy. She would have to accept that, sadly, her sister was not going to gain a husband out of this wild man. It was for the best.
What she needed was to get rid of Mr Storm once and for all and empty her heart and body of his presence. She hit upon a plan. She would take Lucy to London to stay with their Aunt Georgina and there woo the most eligible of men.
Her mother offered barely a protest, confined to her room in mourning. They set off a week later, Lucy sullen by her side but coming to accept after long explanations that Susanna had not sought Mr Storm’s attentions and did not intend to usurp Lucy in his affections.
By the time they stopped at an inn for supper, Lucy was positively excited about their upcoming visit and the chance to meet so many eligible bachelors. Susanna was less so. The cold knot below her ribs told her she pined for Elijah in the most shameful of ways. This could not go on. She would have to lose herself in merriment and flirting for the duration of their trip.
They arrived next day and Georgina, their mother’s sister, greeted them effusively at the door of her townhouse. Never married, she had a certain reputation with Elizabeth – flighty, flirtatious, and fond of dangerous assignations. Susanna suspected Elizabeth’s disapproval was based on envy. It seemed to her that Georgina lived the most exciting and free of lives – no one to answer to, no one to please but herself. Why would every woman not want that? Perhaps Susanna could have it too. Maybe her father would be willing to set her up in a small house near to her aunt and she could embark on the same sort of thrilling life as Georgina. But Mr Storm crept into her thoughts again. If he married someone else, it would kill her, she knew.
The first night was a dance at the stunning mansion of an acquaintance of Georgina’s. Mr Craig was a silver-haired bachelor in his 50s and was so delighted to see her aunt that Susanna wondered about the true nature of their friendship. Susanna and Lucy danced all night, wooed by a succession of rich, titled men, and Lucy came away breathless, eyes shining, clearly having forgotten all about Mr Storm.
Susanna, however, had not. She compared them all to Elijah and found them wanting. Angrily she argued with her subconscious. What exactly was there to admire about this man? His sardonic nature? His wanton sexuality? Or the way he looked when his erection was deep in her mouth and he trembled on the brink of climax? She shook when she thought about it. A certain kind of vulnerability had been revealed that night. A chink in his armour. Instead of exploiting it, she had allowed him to take the upper hand once more. But there was no denying she preferred it that way. Being mastered by him.
The next day, Lucy and Georgina both pleaded headaches so Susanna took the carriage into town alone. Too much wine, she knew, and while her own head was delicate, it wasn’t enough to keep her to her bed.
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