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She moaned, the hold on his hand softened. “But… it is dangerous.”

“I thought you liked that.”

“If we are seen…”

Frederick smiled as an idea came to mind. For the past two days, they had played a game of sorts, vacillating between punishments and rewards—depending on what the mood called for. He had learned that Caroline liked being punished, that she relished his power over her, forcing her into positions where he had all the control, and she was left at his whim. This gave him an idea…

He let go of her dress, his hand moving to the dark blue cravat around his neck. “You are worried about being seen?”

“I am simply saying that it might not be the best idea…” She smirked. “At the moment. But I will make it up to you, I promise.”

“But if you cannot see them, then it is the same thing, yes?” He pulled the cravat free.

She eyed it curiously. “I suppose so…”

He flashed his eyes at her. “Do not move.” Then, he brought the cravat up to her eyes and moved to wrap it around her head.

“What are you doing?” she pulled back, pushing his hands down.

“What did I just say,” he growled a warning at her, letting her see the hunger and command in his eyes. He stepped in close, holding the cravat up to her face again, and this time, she understood.

“I should know better than denying you,” she said in a whisper, dropping her hands.

“That you should,” he chuckled as he tied the cravat around her eyes, blindfolding her. “Now I am not even sure if you deserve what I have in mind.”

“Please,” she begged, eyes covered. “I want it so badly.”

“How badly?” He kissed down her neck, biting into the skin so that she yelped.

In response, even blind as she was, Caroline took his hand in hers and moved it back down her dress. Then she lifted it up slightly, raised her leg, and guided his hand between her thighs.

“I am yours,” she said between kisses, “to do with as you please.”

“You better be,” he growled as his fingers slipped inside of her.

“Urgh…” She wrenched her lips free and then moved to shove her face into his shoulder, but Frederick stopped her, a hand around her neck, holding her face up so that he could see the blindfold.

She gasped as she took a handful of hair, pulling on it as his fingers slipped in and out of her, rubbed and massaged, made her shake.

“Be careful not to scream…” he breathed in her ear.

“Do not… tell me… what to… oh God!” She shoved a hand in her own mouth as her body went rigged. Frederick pressed himself against her, making sure to cover her if anyone was to look outside.

Her body went stiff and then spasmed. Her legs shook and closed around his hand. How wet she was… he could feel it dripping down her thighs and coating his wrist. But she writhed and breathed and moaned before finally collapsing in his arms.

Once that was done, he gently pulled his hand free and wiped it on the back of his pants. Then he removed the cravat and put it in his pocket before kissing her softly on the lips and making sure to fix her hair. She laughed as he did so, he kissed her on the nose, and together, they laughed some more.

“Shall we go inside?” she asked him finally.

“I think we best. You know, before people begin to talk.”

“I shall go in first…” She winked and started slowly away. “Just in case.”

“Yes, best to be safe,” he chuckled, watching her go, mesmerized by the way her hips swayed back and forth as she disappeared inside and through the crowd.

Frederick grinned from ear to ear, unable to believe his luck in finding such a woman. She was everything he could ever want. Fun. Free. Challenging. Wicked. And that she and Isabella got on so well was a bonus he thanked God for.

Now, all he had to tell was convince her that they should tell people and that she should stay. But that was for tomorrow…