A Most Unusual Mistress (Rogue Scandals) Read Free Page A

quickly—before he changed his mind and her taste buds were left unsatisfied.
    “My lord.” She curtsied. “I believe you do me a great honor. Where, when, and how?”
    Ashley laughed. “Soon, here, and I will show you now, my love.” He pulled her close and teased her lips with his tongue until she opened them, allowing him to invade the depths of her mouth.
    Adriana gasped and let her tongue dance and mesh with his, her senses reeling, her quim moistening. If this was being a mistress, how glad was she not to be a wife. She leant into him and gulped as his hand slipped under the fluted neckline of her gown, unerringly honed in on her nipple, and pinched to a degree just on the pleasure side of pain.
    She caught her breath.
    He smiled. “You like this.” It was a statement, not a question. “I feel sure you will like what else we do even more. Close your eyes.”
    She stared, uncomprehending.
    “Close. Your. Eyes. Or I blindfold you.” Still, she stood and neither moved nor spoke, shocked at her feelings of excitement. Was she at last going to discover for herself what happened between a man and a woman?
    “Riana.” For the first time, he used her diminutive—so beloved of her family in her younger days, before she became persona non grata . “Do you hear me?’
    “I hear you? Why?” She was puzzled. He gave a ghost of a smile.
    “Because I desire you to use those senses other than sight. To hear, taste, and feel. Not see. So, I say again. Close your eyes. Now.”
    Her breath quickened. The word dominant had been whispered in their circles whenever Ash had been mentioned. She knew not fully what it implied, but felt this imparting of desire was the first step in a curve of learning.
    “Do as I say. You wish to be my mistress? Mistresses obey without question.”
    More fool, they. She thought the words but did not speak them. Her sense told her he wished to see how far she would acquiesce, how far he could push, until she gave notice for him to stop. For then, he could demand she cease being foolish, and return to meek and mild Adriana, a doormat and a wife. Well, she opined silently, for one considered a lady’s man, he knows little of the working of a woman’s mind. He would be the first to break. This time, she would obey without question, for it interested her to see, or she pondered inwardly, not to see what he chose to do.
    “Good girl.” As her eyelids fluttered together, she felt his hand on her back, gently rubbing circles on her skin while he spoke his approval.
    “So when and where, my love, have you regarded my fucking? ” He spoke casually, as if he were talking of such mundane matters as the weather. She was hard-pressed not to gasp at such language. Somehow it seemed all the more shocking spoken by him in such a cavalier manner.
    “Did you enjoy you your voyeurism? Make yourself come as I did? Wish you were the lucky lady? Or whore? ” His hand moved lower and circled each globe of her ass.
    “Did you see my cock fill my partner here, Adriana?” One finger pressed the folds of her skirt against her tiny entrance. “Did it make you wriggle, your breath quicken? Make you wonder how ‘twould feel for my cock to be in your arse? Make you wet and needy?”
    Condescending whore-son. At that moment, Riana decided her best behavior would be very, very bad. Meanwhile, she would enjoy the tingles beginning to explore her spine, moving ever downward, increasing both her excitement and her dampness. Did he know there were no curls to contain her arousal?
    As she explored these feelings and let him tease and excite her, she began to plan his downfall.
    “Feel my hand on your skin.” His voice was seducing, enticing her senses, as with one hand still caressing her arse, she felt the other edge farther down her bodice. Cool air on her body made her moan. How could the cool air be so arousing when her skin was covered? The answer hit her at the same time she realized her arms were immobilized.