Total pages in book: 207
Estimated words: 196971 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 985(@200wpm)___ 788(@250wpm)___ 657(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 196971 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 985(@200wpm)___ 788(@250wpm)___ 657(@300wpm)
When the marquis lifted his head, she had thought it was all over, but instead he had lifted her up to place her back on her seat just before sinking to his knees.
Her skirts were thrown up, layers of muslin temporarily going all the way over her head.
What on earth...
She hastily pushed them off, but just as her head emerged, it was then she felt the marquis ripping her drawers off and pulling her slick folds wide open.
Rhapsody whimpered at the way he was stretching her wide open. "Maaaaaster..." She ended up moaning it out loud, with the way the marquis had started running his tongue down her folds. It was wicked and beautiful, and oh, how it was driving her crazy!
Her head fell back against the carriage wall as the marquis threw her legs over his broad shoulders. His tongue swept over her folds...and then it was plunging inside of her without warning, and she gasped anew while her fingers moved clumsily until she was gripping his head.
His tongue was thrusting in and out of her womanhood, every plunge making her burn hotter and hotter, until she felt fit to explode and could only writhe in agonized pleasure. Her hips began moving, thrusting up as her Master moved his wonderful mouth to that nub of flesh. Licking. Nipping. And when he started sucking hard—-
Her pleasure gushed out in an instant, her body shuddering with every hot, creamy rush of essence flowing out of her womanhood.
A taste of heaven, Rhapsody thought drowsily as her eyes began to droop. Being with her Master this way was like tasting heaven, and...
"We have a problem, milord," she whispered as the marquis fixed her skirts and ran his fingers through her locks in an effort to make her appear less ravished.
Mihail pulled back to study his pet's lovely face, and her uneasy expression had him frowning. "What's wrong?"
"It doesn't seem to be working," his pet answered with a frown of her own. "You say I shall eventually become used to this activity, and that I will lose interest, but what happened here in this carriage..." Her nose wrinkled in a rare display of vexation. "It has achieved the opposite, I'm afraid."
Understanding finally dawned, and the marquis found himself in now-familiar territory as he sought to overcome the urge to smile. "Do you mean to say," he asked gently, "recent circumstances have only served to...increase your interest?"
"I cannot even stop wondering about when is it to happen again," Rhapsody revealed unhappily.
Mihail simply had to crack a smile at that.
His pet saw this, though, and her frown darkened. "Tis not a laughing matter, milord."
"I apologize, milady." The marquis swiftly exerted every effort to wipe the offending smile off his lips. "And as for this matter—-"
"Problem," Rhapsody felt the need to emphasize.
"I stand corrected then," he capitulated easily. "This problem you have, milady...it is natural that the first instances will not reap the results you wish for. I did warn you, remember? This method shall take time," he reminded her.
"But what am I supposed to do every time I find myself thinking of such things?" Rhapsody wanted to know.
"You indulge," he advised promptly.
"Every time?" his pet gasped.
"Every time," he confirmed solemnly.
And since his pet was nothing but obedient...
Mihail, not surprisingly, found himself in fucking heaven the next day, the very moment his pet had woken up. As soon as her beautiful dark eyes fluttered open, she had flipped to her side to face him, and her first drowsy question was like manna to a starving man.
Is it too early to engage in copulation?
He had not wasted time with words and simply answered with his mouth covering hers and his cock thrusting deep into her pussy.
Afterwards, he had invited her to join him in the bath, and well...that particular activity lasted a little longer than it should. After giving his pet her second orgasm, he had been just about to pull out when she suddenly wrapped her sleek limbs around him, whispering, 'One more time, milord?'
It was only when he had realized she would end up late for her class that the marquis had reluctantly called a halt to their activities, and in truth, the only reason he had managed to get his pet moving in time was by giving her his solemn word.
Yes, I promise, milady. I shall drop by your class as often as possible and wait to see if you are going to bite your lip for three seconds.
The mere memory of this had the marquis shifting in his seat, and the movement caused the viscountess to glance at him anxiously. "Is everything alright, milord?"
Mihail coughed. "Quite alright, milady. I apologize for the interruption."
The meeting ended shortly after, with the viscountess fully supportive of the marquis' lecture plan. She was not stupid, after all. It was not every day one had a powerful being such as Lord Mihail Gheorgiu as a visiting professor, and merely having his name connected to her school was in itself a conquest. She simply had to keep playing her cards right, and if that meant taking the marquis' side over any of her students...