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tightened, so he lifted her off his cock just as his climax slammed
him. His cum shot across her stomach and into the bath water. The emotions involved in what he shared with her threatened to drown him.
    Liv cupped his cheeks and kissed him fiercely as his body
jerked with his release. She pulled back.
    “Tell me, what do you
want, right this minute?”
    “You will think that I
live up to my reputation. I will shock you.”
    “Please. I need to know.
Never hold back with me, Gideon,” she said.
    “Very well. On your hands and knees on the bed, your wrists bound
behind you, with me pounding into your wet, swollen quim .
I am holding the riding crop, slapping it across your luscious arse with each thrust of my cock. Hard
enough to titillate, never to hurt you. You must know I will never hurt
you. Tell me you know that.”
    ****
    Olivia did know it. Intuitively and instinctively. She told him so. After they
had dried themselves off, she let Gideon lead her to the bed. His gentleness in
binding her wrists with a silk cord, explaining everything he would do, and
encouraging her to speak out if anything made her uncomfortable lessened her
slight trepidation for the unknown. She glanced behind her. There he was on his
knees, proudly erect and holding the crop. She could tell he did revel in
having control. So did she . The fact they were willing
to share this control touched her deeply.
    His fingers trailed through
her slit. His husky moans sent shivers of lustful anticipation down the valley
of her spine. His hand caressed her rear. He plunged his sheathed cock into her quim , seizing the breath from her body. With one hand
gripping the silk cords, he thrust deep, slapping her ass with the crop with
every slide. The slight sting sent a sizzling thrill through her. Good heavens,
she liked this. The utter astonishment that she was willing to try anything
stunned her anew. Gideon unlocked something primitive deep inside. From the
first time she had observed him lying on the settee at The Riding Crop, his
shirt undone and his feet bare, propped up on one elbow, she had been intrigued
and utterly smitten.
    There was still so much
to find out about this complicated man. The crop hit her buttocks with a
decided snap. She moaned, long and loud. She barked orders—demanding he fuck
her. Faster, harder, deeper. What woman was this? She
did not recognize herself. Gideon answered her in equally graphic words. His
hips pumped furiously. The room was rife with their grunts and groans, the snap
of the crop, and the musky scent of sex.
    The orgasm nearly caused
her to black out it roared with such intensity. Purple and red colors mixed and
swam in her vision. Gideon’s release followed hers. After he finished quaking,
they both collapsed on the bed, exhausted and sated. He gently removed the silk
cord from her wrists.
    They lay in each other
arms, naked, sweating, and breathing raggedly. Olivia felt as if she had been
reborn. Overstated no doubt, but Gideon had introduced her to such an erotic,
sensual and very private world where only the two of them resided. Nothing else
mattered. The past forgotten. Gideon stroked her arm.
    “My sweet, I will have
to leave you again. I hope it is only for one night. I must travel southeast to
Canterbury
. I
must see my father at once.”
    “Your father? I just assumed, I mean, you are a viscount...”
    “Ah. Viscount Cravenbrook is one of many titles my family possesses. My
father is alive and well. He is the Duke of Whitstone .
Our country seat is in Whitstable near the east
coast. A rather imperious manor overlooking the
North Sea
.”
    Dear God! He was an heir
to a dukedom? If he lingered beyond her reach before, now it seemed an
impossibly wide chasm opened up between them.
    “You are the eldest
son?”
    “I am the only son. Only child, really.”
    Olivia sat up. “This is
madness. You will be a duke one day.”
    Gideon curved his arm
behind his head. “What of it?”
    “You inform your