Badcock (3 page)

He opened one of the drawers and withdrew something that looked like a tiny chain or a piece of jewelry. “I think we’ll start with these,” he announced.

As he turned and started toward her, she held her breath. Her gaze never left the item he held in his hand. What was it and what did he intend to do to her?

“On your feet,” he said.

“No!”

That twisted little grin tugged at one corner of his mouth again. “You’re only making it worse for yourself.”

“Worse? How could it possibly be any worse than this?” she cried.

“Oh, it can—and will be. I promise you that,” he said, his blue eyes sparkling. “Now, stand.”

Sophia made an ungainly attempt but somehow managed to clamber to her feet. Perhaps if she cooperated, he would tire of her and release her. But secretly, she wanted him to do far more than that.

His gaze fell to her breasts. “So lovely, like two ripe pears just waiting to be plucked—and devoured.”

He licked his lips and then bent his head to suckle one of her nipples. Biting her bottom lip, she watched him. His tongue flicked over the dusky tip, sending delicious spasms through her being. His hand caught the weight of her breast, lifting and squeezing gently until she moaned her delight.

Everything inside her urged her to relax and enjoy this moment but she could not force the word
punishment
from her thoughts. Instinctively, she knew his idea of punishment would not be conventional.

Her lashes fluttered closed as she was overwhelmed into sensual sensations but her eyes snapped open wide when something hard clamped down on her nipple. “What the devil?” she cried, gaping at a jeweled bauble hanging from her breast.

The delicious pinch never let up and sent shockwaves stampeding to her channel.

He pressed a little kiss to the other breast and attached a matching device to that nipple as well.

“What are you doing?” she demanded but at the same time, she was stunned by how erotically beautiful her bejeweled breasts looked. And felt.

He stood back to admire his handiwork. “Shake them for me. I want to see the diamonds sparkle in the firelight.”

“Diamonds?” she asked. Already, a furious blush infused her cheeks and neck.

“Shake your teats,” he said with enthusiasm.

Shocked, Sophia stared. “I am no animal!”

He only laughed. “The harem ladies of the east wear such baubles and dance for their men. Dance for me.”

“I will not!” she said, outraged. But oh, the scrumptious sensations these little clamps were sending to that aching little nubbin! She wanted to dance for him. She wanted to feel his mouth on her breasts again. She wanted him to burrow his fingers into the nest of hair between her legs and find that secret spot that made her come undone in the dark.

“Maybe you need a bit more persuading,” he said, producing another length of chain. It too, featured a dangling diamond, larger than the ones suspended from her breasts.

Sophia couldn’t move as he stepped up and looped the chain around her waist. He fastened it with a hook so that it hung provocatively around her hips. Then he arranged the chain so that the bauble hung directly in the middle.

“This one has a clamp too,” he murmured in her ear, standing so close that his body countered hers.

She tensed when his fingers worked their magic between her legs again. She wanted to rock on his hand, to grind against him until she’d brought herself to orgasm.

She never got the chance.

She’d expected
something
but she was still shocked when a hard pinch locked onto the swollen bud.

He stepped back to look. Sophia’s gaze dropped to where the diamond dangled from her mound. She throbbed. She yearned to close her eyes and melt into the vibrations coursing through her. Every inch of her craved his touch and his attention. Why was he torturing her so? This was maddening.

“I imagine you’ll dance for me now,” he mused as she quivered.

Every moment sent crazy jolts of pain laced pleasure through her body. She’d never known a woman could
feel
so much. Not like this.

She stared at her captor, ready to do anything he commanded if only he would assuage this rampant desire.

She shook her breasts, thrilled when his eyes widened.

“That’s it,” he cooed. “Look how pretty your jewels sparkle.”

The clamp on her pearl was driving her mad. “Touch me,” she said boldly. “Please.”

“That’s twice,” he said. “Twice you’ve begged.”

“Damn, but you’re an infuriating, hateful bastard!” she exclaimed.

He laughed. “Naughty, naughty,” he teased. “Do I need to heat up that bum of yours to coerce you to play nicely?”

Rage fueled by erotic need burned in her cheeks. “You’ve had your fun. Either fuck me or release me.”

He pulled up one of the chairs and sat. “Come here and bend over my knee.”

“Never!”

He motioned with his fingers. “Come here, you naughty minx. When I’m done punishing you, I will fuck you. Thoroughly. Several times. Do not doubt it.”

Her channel pulsed. Cream oozed down one thigh.

“But not until I’m through,” he said.

She didn’t move.

“The sooner you come to me, the sooner I’ll give you what you desire.” He patted his knee.

She knew what he wanted. He intended to spank her. There was no way she could bring herself to walk over there with these clamps on all the most sensitive parts of her and bend over his knee to submit to a spanking. There just wasn’t.

But the thought of him making good on his promise to fuck her
thoroughly, several times
, seemed an incentive she could not resist.

“That’s it,” he said and she realized she was walking toward him. “Come here.”

Her heart seemed to pound in her throat as she bent over his lap. He pulled her down, positioning her belly over his thighs. The diamonds swung heavily, tugging mercilessly at her nipples and clitoris. She clenched her fists so tightly her nails bit into her palms.

A warm hand roamed up and down the back of a thigh while the other toyed with one of the baubles hanging from her nipple. She’d heard about men who enjoyed inflicting such tortures on women. She’d never thought she would experience it first hand. And she’d never dreamed she’d love it.

Something about it gave her a sense of inner satisfaction. Normally, being stripped and spanked would be humiliating. But this—with this stranger—was anything but humiliating.

She sensed all of this was meant to inspire pleasure—that he was doing it
for
her instead of
to
her.

His fingertips tickled the sensitive flesh between her legs. “I’m going to spank you three times. Once for every time you begged me to fuck you.”

She nodded.
Oh yes, get on with it and then fuck me.

“But there’s a catch,” he said. “You must ask for each lick.”

Shame burned in her face and radiated down her spine. Submitting to it was one thing. Asking for it was another.

His fingers lightly pinched the soft flesh of her ass. “Shall we get started?”

Sophia’s breaths came in short gasps. She couldn’t let him do this. But then, she heard her voice as if it belonged to someone else. “Spank me.”

“Mind your manners,” he warned.

“Spank me, please,” she ground out. Her legs trembled.

He chuckled and then swatted her bum so hard she yelped. Heat seared her flesh, the flames licking down her thighs and back up to settle in her sex. She gnawed her bottom lip as he rubbed and massaged her behind until the sting became sweet warmth.

The pain was unlike any she’d ever known. It didn’t hurt as much as it made her aware—so delightfully aware of all the hidden parts of her anatomy she’d been told were naughty to entertain.

Boldness consumed her. “Spank me, please,” she whispered.

Another smack landed on her ass and again he rubbed out the smart sting. Tears inspired by need rolled down her cheeks as she requested yet another smack. “Spank me, please,” she uttered, her voice cracking.

This time, she braced for it, squeezing her eyes shut as the blow fell.

Swat!

She groaned and hung her head, flooded with overwhelming sensations from the clamps and the spanking. Somewhere in the recesses of her mind a shard of disappointment surged that he was through punishing her.

“Untie me,” she moaned, her voice muffled. “Untie my hands. Please.”

Deftly, his fingers worked the knot at her wrists and she was free.

Knowing exactly what was at stake, Sophia pushed herself up and, facing him, she straddled his legs. Eyes dark with desire, he sat motionless as she hastily undid his fall and freed his hard cock. Doing this would most likely mean Lord
Wisbech
would cast her aside but in her heart, she knew a life as a ruined spinster would be far better than marrying a cruel man like him.

Heart thundering, she slipped the bauble off her clitoris and then raised herself onto him. The head of his phallus breached her defenses and slipped inside. Curiously, the pain that emanated from the loss of her virginity paled in comparison to everything else and she merely winced as she sank onto him. She sighed as he filled and stretched her.

So this was sex? So this was the taboo act that was only supposed to be shared in the marriage bed?

She couldn’t imagine doing—or feeling—this with Lord
Wisbech
.

“Is that what you wanted?” the highwayman asked huskily.

“Yes,” she whispered, adjusting to the fullness.

She shifted and the physical completion rendered her mindless. Moving restively against him, she clung to his shoulders and pushed at the floor with the toes of her boots until finally he gripped her hips and bounced her rhythmically on his lap.

Time and time again, she came down on his cock hard, tilting so that her that part of her that had been tortured by the clamp raked his body. The jewels on her nipples swung wildly, pinching and tugging until she wanted to scream.

His fingers splayed wide over her bottom, reaching and prodding her sensitive rosette. Sophia no longer cared what he did to her. Nothing was sacred any longer. Every thing, every inch of her body was made for her pleasure and the way he touched her made her feel whole for the first time in her life.

Wanting to feel and experience everything at once, she wrenched up his shirt and explored the hard planes of his chest. So hard. So male. Even in her fantasies, her dream lovers had never been so wonderfully masculine. Everything about him fueled her desire and deep within, she knew he had spoiled her for Lord
Wisbech
or any other man in her future.

He shifted to give her more ground to grind herself on his groin. New sensations burst within her and she realized she was on the verge. For the first time in her life, she was about to experience ecstasy at the hands of another.

So close. Lurking. Just there. She shut her eyes.

“Let it come with my cock inside you,” he said and that was all the impetus she needed to let go.

Her climax unfurled and snapped like fresh linen on the line, caught in a merciless wind. Her channel pulsed around him and all the while, he encouraged her. “That’s it, love. Yes.”

Her orgasm was wickedly powerful. Shocks of all-encompassing pleasure pulsed from her scalp to her toes and all she was capable of doing was
feeling
.

A hand cradled her head as she collapsed against his chest. His other fingers traced up and down the length of her spine. His cock still throbbed inside her and as she floated back to earth, she realized he hadn’t experienced his own orgasm. She lifted her head far enough to look into his eyes. “What about you?” she asked.

“You took care of me earlier. From now on, this is for your pleasure.”

She gulped at the thought of him taking her again.

He sat her up straight and released the clamps on her breasts before depositing them on the table. “Did you like that?” he asked with a grin.

She chuckled. “Yes.”

“Good,” he said. “Then you’ll like the other toys I’ve brought for you as well.”

He seemed so at ease, slumped in the chair with a naked woman straddling his lap. His shirt hung haphazardly on his body. His pants gaped. And it struck Sophia that she had never seen a more handsome man in her life.

“What should I call you?” she asked.

A dark eyebrow arched. “How about Bad Jack?” he asked as if he’d never given it any thought until now.

Odd. Most all infamous highwaymen had well-known nicknames but she’d never heard of a
Bad Jack
before.

He smiled and pecked her lips with a quick kiss before he set her off his lap. “I brought in some water to heat over the fire. You can clean yourself up a bit.”

He stood and did up his pants before pilfering through a large basket on the table. “Hobbes sent along some cold chicken. I’m famished.”

Hobbes? Since when did highwaymen employ servants?

While he spread out the chicken and other items in the basket, Sophia took the opportunity to clean herself. She noticed a spot of the blood on the cloth he’d provided for her but it was so insubstantial she doubted he’d seen it. She’d told him she was a virgin but he hadn’t seemed as if he’d believed her. In fact, he’d accused her of playing her part well.

“Come. Have something to eat,” he called.

She reached for her habit but he put up a warning finger. “No! No clothes. You are mine for two days and in those two days you will have no need for clothing.”

Two days? He intended to keep her here for two days? What then?

Her stomach grumbled and she eyed the chicken. There was no sense in worrying about what would happen after she left this place.

He had awakened her to a new life and she only wanted to enjoy it before she was shackled to Ralph for the rest of her life—if he would even have her after she’d been compromised by the highwayman.

He poured her wine glass full. “Come love, and I will feed you bite by bite and then I will have my dessert between your legs.”

* * * * *

Lady Huntingdon’s pulse raced as the coach pulled to yet another stop. Already, the broken wheel had put her hours behind and only a mile from the point where she was to meet her lover, John Badcock, Earl of Stafford.