Page 15 of Dallying with the Diamond

Honoria clutched her cloak closed, walked slowly to the door, and knocked. A sliver of light appeared and then widened as a strong hand clasped her arm and drew her into a dimly light corridor. She found herself pulled into a tight, heated embrace. Her back rested against a sculpted chest she recognized at once, or at least her body did. Her breath quickened and her quim suffused with a liquid warmth.

“Do you trust me?” His thick, hoarse voice blew against her ear.

“Yes,” she whispered. He sighed softly against the back of her neck. Did he doubt her, or perhaps himself? She’d selected this particular entry from his journal for a reason. She’d read every word several times, but found her imagination fell short. There was nothing for it, but she had to experience this wicked act herself. So when he blindfolded her and took her hand, she followed, her hand trailing along the wall as they climbed a narrow worn staircase higher and higher. She stumbled on her cape a few times, but Captain Atherton…Leo caught her every time.

They reached what seemed to be a landing. The noise of the storm was close now. Thunder shook the building from time to time. Honoria blamed the knocking of her knees on that rather than any of the desperate thoughts flitting about her brain. A series of metallic clicks and creaks were her only warning before a blast of wind and rain swirled around her. His hands fumbled to push back her hood and untie the thick ribbon that fastened her cloak. She shivered as he pushed the garment from her shoulders and it fell to her feet.

His breathing increased. He ran his palms over her shoulders, down her arms, and then up her ribcage to cup her bare breasts. Her nipples had already tightened to hard points against the cold of the wind and rain.

“I didn’t believe you would do it, Lady Honoria. I am glad to be proven wrong. Even in this light you are magnificent.” He knelt down and removed the simple walking boots she wore, the only thing she’d worn under her cloak. She’d ridden through London in a strange carriage as naked as the day she was born save for her footwear and the heavy wool article he’d instructed her to wear.

“Honoria,” she said and forced herself not to remove her blindfold or cross her arms over her chest. “Lady Honoria is growing tiresome and frankly inappropriate from a man who had me driven across London so he can hopefully give me a proper fucking before he sends me back across Town in the same state of dress. You will call me Honoria because I fully intend to call you Leo and—” She smothered a shocked cry as he covered her mouth with his and swept her into his arms as he kissed her with a force to rival the storm.

He continued to kiss her, his tongue hot and sensuous against hers. She threaded her fingers through his hair as he allowed her body to slide down his. He was as naked as she. The smooth marble feel of his chest against her breasts, the brush of a trail of hair down his belly that led to the abrasion of coarse hair on his thighs against hers. She did not bother to resist the lure of the thick tangle of hair between his legs and the broad, long, heavily veined feel of his cock. When she wrapped her fingers around him the groan that vibrated in his chest thrilled and elated her. She nearly pouted and stamped her foot when he pried her fingers away.

“Much more of that,Honoria, and this entire adventure will be over before we have even started.” He moved away and she heard the clank of chains and some strange mechanical whirring. Then he was behind her once more. The heavy press of his cock against her back made her reach back and press her hands to his thighs. He laughed darkly as he cupped her elbows and moved her around to position her so she sat on a cold smooth seat of some kind. She flinched a little at the cold, the sensation against her bottom and her damp quim wasn’t unpleasant, only odd. But no more odd than being blindfolded, naked, outdoors during what was becoming a violent storm.

As if on cue thunder cracked and even with her blindfold Honoria turned her head from side to side at the bright flash of lightning. The icy rain sluiced over her body. Her skin prickled as if pelted with tiny needles. She wanted desperately to take every moment in—with him, with anticipation of all that was to come, with the storm of sensations battering every part of her.

Suddenly his hands were all over her, caressing and teasing, but doing something more. He raised her hands over her head and fastened each wrist to a length of chain on either side with a fleece-lined cuff. He cupped her buttocks, squeezed, and pulled her forward on the seat. He pushed her thighs apart, which exposed her quim to the cold air. He fixed her thighs in that open position with larger cuffs around her knees and attached to some sort of brace on either side of the seat. She began to understand what she’d read in his journal. The whirring sound startled her as she and her strange seat began to rise. The chains and other metal parts clanked as her feet dangled and the change in her center of balance sent tiny birds flying in her belly. She came to a stop, swaying with no control in the rain and wind.

She tensed when he came to stand behind her. He covered her hands with his and pulled back, then let go.A swing!Of course! Honoria laughed and used her body to increase the speed and height of her trip and forth in the darkness. Leo gave her a push every time she swung back into him. He made it a point to squeeze herarseeach time. He caught her and held her in place to whisper in her ear.

“You cannot see, Honoria, but you can feel. Relax and let the storm take you. Before I do.”

His last words rumbled against her neck as he pulled her back and allowed her to swing higher and higher into the pounding of the fast, fat raindrops. The wind and the motion of the swing tore down her coiffure. Her waist-length hair whipped around her, stinging and slithering across her skin in turn. Her nipples grew hard and tight in exquisite pain. Rain ran down from her face, across her breasts, down her belly. Some ran across her thighs and down the cleft of her cunny, the cold fighting with the wet heat that screamed for her to touch herself to obtain relief. She gripped the chain tightly and worked to make the swing rock further into the conflagration of wind, rain, and the power to light up the sky enough to penetrated the black silk tied across her eyes.

Honoria shouted wordlessly. So many things raced through her she could not give them a name. As she swung down strong arms caught her and settled the swing back into place.

“What are you—Leo?” She gasped. He stood in front of her and tilted her head up for a breath-taking kiss. He cupped her breasts and brushed his thumbs across her nipples as he sucked her tongue into his mouth. She pulled against the cuffs to try and touch him. Erotic laughter bubbled up from his chest. He dragged his lips down her chest like another stream of rain until he lapped at each breast in turn—licking the raindrops that dripped from them until he sucked one into his mouth, held her tender flesh with his teeth and suckled hard. Once he gave her other breast the same treatment, and Honoria cried out in pleasure she felt the soft brush of his hair between her legs, against both of her thighs. He had dropped to his knees. Nothing else accounted for his position.

He dragged the swing closer, pulled her legs over his shoulders and set his mouth to her quim so swiftly Honoria could scarcely breathe. Short wordless gasps and noises she’d never imagined herself able to make escaped her, louder than the storm. Leo was merciless. He licked and sucked at her cunny. He found the perfect spot and teased relentlessly with the tip of his tongue, only to stop just short of allowing her to reach the explosion of desire she panted for like an animal racing across an endless moor. She lost count of how many times he tortured her thus.

“Enough!” she cried. “Leo, enough. I want you. Now!”

He gave every inch of her cunny a long lashing with his tongue. He used his fingers to open her and flicked his tongue inside. She bucked so hard she hoped she split his lip or at least cracked his nose.

“Minx,” he grunted. She felt him come to his feet. He cranked the swing higher, the source of the whirring noise. The new position allowed him to push the head of his cock against her quim. “What do you want, Honoria? I am yours to command.” He leaned close so that his ear pressed against her lips. She nipped his earlobe.

“I want your cock inside me, Leo, until you make me scream.” Had she really said those words? Had he freed her to the point there was nothing she wanted to say more?

“I love a lady who knows what she wants.” He nipped her breast. For a few moments he pulled away. She tilted her head, frustrated and curious. He kissed her, gently and slowly even as he caressed her thighs and pushed his cock against her entrance. The wet state he’d provoked with his talented tongue eased his way. He cupped herarseuntil his hipbones met hers. Honoria groaned. The thick length of him stretched and filled her to the point there was no part of her quim he did not touch. He was smoother than she’d imagined. Before she could ask, he told her why.

“French letter,” he rasped. “Safer for both of us.” He slid back and then inside once more. Honoria let loose a shuddering cry. Never had anything felt this good. He’d positioned the swing at the perfect angle. He wrapped his hands around her bottom and began to thrust and withdraw, the speed and strength of each stroke built and built as she struggled to draw him inside more quickly and deeply. He angled her up to the point she felt she was about to fall, but he continued to pound into her. Their breath caught the same rhythm as he took her faster, harder, and somehow managed to stroke the top of her quim which only increased the rapture until all she could do was keen her pleasure into the night whilst wave after wave of fiery shards coursed through her. And when he shouted her name and shuddered against her, Honoria’s body went limp with an exquisite exhaustion she wanted to experience every night for the rest of her life.

What on earth had she done?

6

His legs quaked like a fancy jelly at Gunther’s, but Leo managed to sweep Honoria into his arms and carry her down the stairs from the roof of Albany without dropping her. He’d even managed to retrieve her boots on the way down. None of that gave him pause. Her silence, save for an occasional sigh, however, had him concerned. Had he hurt her? Shocked her? Caused her to catch a horrible ague that prevented her from talking? He could count on one hand the number of women who begged to be fucked senseless in the middle of a thunderstorm and had no complaints, let alone of the quality of Honoria.

Fortunately, he’d had the forethought to build up the fire in his studio and to leave a pot of tea on the fender and some meat pies on a table before the hearth. As his studio was located in a large attic room only half a floor down from the roof, he did not have to carry the lady far. His main reason for bringing her to his studio rather than his rooms was that pesky Albany rule that banned women on the premises. Far easier to sneak her down the back stairs and into the carriage from this room than from the occupied floors.

“I can walk, you know,” she suddenly said.

“Hmm?” He’d heard her, but he rather liked holding her in his arms. Especially now that she’d decided to speak. He was a skilled lover, but the idea of pleasuring a woman to the point she was insensate, whilst wonderful for his pride, did nothing for his still hesitant approval of her little bargain.

“You can put me down now.”