I brushed his nose, the insouciant caress of my labia.
‘You’ll beg me to have babies with Lucien’ I whispered again, waiting for him to plead. He could smell me. He could almost taste me. This was the most terrible thing. It had almost broken us in Salisbury. It was so vile an so needful, so absolute and the right outcome of the intensity that Lucien and I shared. I craved his babies, I wanted his children. If that crippled David, then so be it, I would have Lucien’s baby suckling at my breast.
‘Yes M’am’ he whispered a last, swallowing what was already in his mouth with a gulp. David looked wrecked.
‘No more pills, no more pretending what you’re not’ I checked and stroked his hair.
It was like a lance in his side and now I twisted the blade.
The words had to be wrenched out of his throat. They had to be dragged out of deep within his soul clinging to them and screaming as they came. I watched him grimace. He really did need to lick me then. He really did need my barbs, those that came with the righteous, the instinctive sort of sex.
‘You’re my mistress’ he conceded.
I smiled. The sweet bliss of those words, the prospect ahead. A tingle ran through me, through my sex and up my spine so that I thought my head might explode.
‘Good’ I said, ‘you may lick then.’
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