exhaled as Minshom stepped back inside the room and
shut the door. His beleaguered cock was already throbbing with
the anticipation of being touched, of being handled without his
consent. A deep shame burned low in his gut. He craved this and
Minshom knew it, understood him better sometimes than he
understood himself. He closed his eyes and settled back against
the wall to wait.
Minshom circled Jane, who had remained in the middle of the
room, one hand resting on the leather contraption he intended to
bind her to. By the pleasure house standards, it was a small,
intimate room. The narrow bed was only meant for one, the
floor space dominated by the leather horse in the center and the
various sexual toys hung on the darkly painted walls.
«Are you sure you want to do this, Jane?»
«Yes, my lord.»
He placed his hand on her shoulder and she jumped before
turning to look at him.
«Are you quite sure? Because once I tie you down, that’s it;
you’re my plaything for as long as I want.»
«I know that.»
He admired her courage even if he knew it was a front. «Then
as long as we understand each other...» He stepped back and
settled himself into a chair by the small fire. «Strip.»
He watched her slender pale body emerge from its male
trappings until she faced him, her expression calm, her skin
tinted pink like the finest Italian marble. He deliberately allowed
his gaze to wander from her head to her toes, paused to study her
breasts and the neat triangle of brown hair at the apex of her
thighs.
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«You’ve remained remarkably slender, Jane.»
«I’ve been too busy managing your estate, my lord, to lounge
around eating sugar plums.»
He wagged a lazy index finger at her. «From now on, you’ll
only speak when I ask you a direct question. Do you
understand?»
She nodded, her mouth set in a determined line that amused
him greatly. Jane loved to talk, loved to use her quick wits to
confound him. Being unable to speak would go hard on her. But
he wasn’t in the mood to be pleasant and accommodating
tonight. She’d raised the dual specters of his past and now his
body seethed with the memories, with the regrets, with the anger.
He yearned to lash out, to share his pain, his anguish... Yet hadn’t
Jane suffered alongside him? Hadn’t they ploughed parallel lines
of despair?
Minshom shook off the memories and pointed at the leather
horse. «Lie facedown on it.» He waited until Jane did what he had
asked and then strolled over to her. It took him but a moment to
readjust her position, to place her chin on the very edge of the
leather and to spread her legs so that the curve of her sex was
visible from behind. Her arms hung down on either side of the
central section.
«Cross your arms as if over your breasts.»
She complied, her palms flattened on the side of the
cylindrical shape and her fingers almost touching her shoulders.
«Hold still.»
He took several long leather ties and bound her torso and
crossed arms to the leather, kept her immobilized from neck to
hip. He walked around to where she could see him and took off
his coat and waistcoat. Her hazel eyes looked wide and
vulnerable as she watched him.
«Did I tell you that this room is open to the public?» She
blinked at him but didn’t speak. «Yes, anyone who wants can
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come in here and watch us, touch you, even fuck you if I permit
it.» «You would let another man do that to me?»
«I told you not to question me.» She sounded breathless. He
liked that slight hint of vulnerability far more than he should
have, wanted more, wanted it all. «It depends on how you
perform, my dear. How good you are at taking what I give you
without complaining.»
He trailed his fingers over her hair and down her spine,
enjoyed the way her skin rippled and responded to his touch, the
slight arch of her hips, and the catch in her breath. He let his
hand rest on her buttock and
shut the door. His beleaguered cock was already throbbing with
the anticipation of being touched, of being handled without his
consent. A deep shame burned low in his gut. He craved this and
Minshom knew it, understood him better sometimes than he
understood himself. He closed his eyes and settled back against
the wall to wait.
Minshom circled Jane, who had remained in the middle of the
room, one hand resting on the leather contraption he intended to
bind her to. By the pleasure house standards, it was a small,
intimate room. The narrow bed was only meant for one, the
floor space dominated by the leather horse in the center and the
various sexual toys hung on the darkly painted walls.
«Are you sure you want to do this, Jane?»
«Yes, my lord.»
He placed his hand on her shoulder and she jumped before
turning to look at him.
«Are you quite sure? Because once I tie you down, that’s it;
you’re my plaything for as long as I want.»
«I know that.»
He admired her courage even if he knew it was a front. «Then
as long as we understand each other...» He stepped back and
settled himself into a chair by the small fire. «Strip.»
He watched her slender pale body emerge from its male
trappings until she faced him, her expression calm, her skin
tinted pink like the finest Italian marble. He deliberately allowed
his gaze to wander from her head to her toes, paused to study her
breasts and the neat triangle of brown hair at the apex of her
thighs.
SIMPLY INSATIABLE / 87
«You’ve remained remarkably slender, Jane.»
«I’ve been too busy managing your estate, my lord, to lounge
around eating sugar plums.»
He wagged a lazy index finger at her. «From now on, you’ll
only speak when I ask you a direct question. Do you
understand?»
She nodded, her mouth set in a determined line that amused
him greatly. Jane loved to talk, loved to use her quick wits to
confound him. Being unable to speak would go hard on her. But
he wasn’t in the mood to be pleasant and accommodating
tonight. She’d raised the dual specters of his past and now his
body seethed with the memories, with the regrets, with the anger.
He yearned to lash out, to share his pain, his anguish... Yet hadn’t
Jane suffered alongside him? Hadn’t they ploughed parallel lines
of despair?
Minshom shook off the memories and pointed at the leather
horse. «Lie facedown on it.» He waited until Jane did what he had
asked and then strolled over to her. It took him but a moment to
readjust her position, to place her chin on the very edge of the
leather and to spread her legs so that the curve of her sex was
visible from behind. Her arms hung down on either side of the
central section.
«Cross your arms as if over your breasts.»
She complied, her palms flattened on the side of the
cylindrical shape and her fingers almost touching her shoulders.
«Hold still.»
He took several long leather ties and bound her torso and
crossed arms to the leather, kept her immobilized from neck to
hip. He walked around to where she could see him and took off
his coat and waistcoat. Her hazel eyes looked wide and
vulnerable as she watched him.
«Did I tell you that this room is open to the public?» She
blinked at him but didn’t speak. «Yes, anyone who wants can
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come in here and watch us, touch you, even fuck you if I permit
it.» «You would let another man do that to me?»
«I told you not to question me.» She sounded breathless. He
liked that slight hint of vulnerability far more than he should
have, wanted more, wanted it all. «It depends on how you
perform, my dear. How good you are at taking what I give you
without complaining.»
He trailed his fingers over her hair and down her spine,
enjoyed the way her skin rippled and responded to his touch, the
slight arch of her hips, and the catch in her breath. He let his
hand rest on her buttock and
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