He could so easily let her come right now, but he didn't. His eyes slid from Sophie to the silver acorn on the mantel. The next time Sophie orgasmed, it would be nestled in her bottom.

CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE

Sophie opened her eyes when Lucien eased his hands and his weight off her. Come back! Her body thrummed, right on the edge of orgasm, desperate for him.

He stood up. From her vantage point on the floor, he looked huge towering over her. She pushed herself up on her elbows, and reached for his hand when he held it out to pull her up. If he wanted her to stand up, she had no objections. If he'd told her to do five laps of the building naked, she would have done, utterly in his thrall now. But that was clearly not what he had in mind, so instead, she wrapped her arm around his waist and circled his cock with her other hand, her head laid against his chest as he reached for the silver acorn. He braced his arm against the mantel as she stroked his shaft, her hands still slick with oil he'd massaged into them. His heart hammered faster against her ear, and she turned her face into him and mouthed his nipple.

His arms folded around her, and this time when he lifted her off the ground his hands cupped her bottom, and she could feel the cold steel base of the butt plug against her cheek. There was no room for fear, white hot desire eclipsed it. She wrapped her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck, and Lucien held her close and kissed her deeply. Sophie opened her mouth to his tongue, lost in the intensity of being held, of being adored.

He carried her across the room and sat down on a straight backed wooden chair by the windows.

"Tell me you have a condom in your hand," she whispered, and rocked her body against his hard cock. "I want you inside me."

Lucien opened his hand to show her the items he'd collected from the mantelpiece. A condom, a little pump of lube, and the silver butt plug.

"Wrap your legs around the chair. I want to touch your beautiful arse."

Sophie's lust spiralled as she obeyed his softly spoken demand, the wooden struts of the chair hard anchors against the back of her knees.

She was spread for him, and he pumped a little lube on his fingers and placed the things in his hands on the low ledge behind him.

His eyes locked on hers. "I'm going to touch you everywhere."

His hands moved down her body. They lingered on her breasts, brushed her stomach, and then settled beneath her spread sex, one arm behind her, one in front as she rested over his thighs. For a few long seconds he held perfectly still, and Sophie stopped breathing. She couldn't get her breath out past the heavy weight of anticipation.

He made her wait with his eyes and his body, and then his fingers all touched her at once. It was a sensory assault. Firm, massaging, sliding in and out and up and down, slippery with lube and Sophie's juices. She dug her fingernails into his shoulders and leaned her forehead against his, her eyes on his cock as he pushed two fingers inside her. His other hand smoothed up and down the crevice of her bottom, massaging lube over her tender skin.

He was beyond good at this stuff. He'd taken her from feeling fearful to wanting him to push his finger in, to wanting to know how good that silver acorn was going to feel. She reached down onto the ledge and pumped lube onto her own fingers. He'd played it so cool, so in control. She wanted to push him a little, to give something back for the riot of feelings he'd unleashed in her.

When she closed her hand around his firm cock he dragged air down sharply into his chest, and at the same time he pushed his finger deeper into her bottom. His hands were everywhere, filling her up as she pumped his lube-slippery shaft. Jesus, she wanted him inside her.

He tipped his head back in pure pleasure for a second, and the cords of his neck glistened with a sheen of sweat. Christ. He was her perfect Diet Coke man, and she couldn't resist leaning in and licking the hollow at the base of his neck. She felt rather than heard the low rumble in his throat, then he tipped his head down and kissed her, his tongue hot and searching in her mouth.

"Pass it to me, Princess." She had no need to ask what he meant. His finger still slipped slowly in and out of her bottom as she reached for it. "And the lube."

The acorn was heavy in her hand, plum-sized and cool. She raised her eyes to his, unsure what to do next and utterly distracted by his gentle fingers in her bottom.

"Lube it in your hands." They both looked down as she followed his instructions. "Slide your fingers around it." He eased his hand from between their bodies and covered her slippery fingers with his own. "Make it warm."

Sophie's heart beat hard against her breastbone. The silver acorn slid around in their hands as he took it from her, and he kissed her mouth slowly and moved his hand away from her bottom to gather her against him, skin to skin. His tenderness melted away any lingering echoes of anxiety, and when he touched the solid tip of the acorn against her bottom... she was ready.

CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR

Lucien held Sophie in his arms and willed himself to go slowly, to give her the very best of this new experience. She'd handed him her trust, and unlike her fuckwitted husband, he wasn't going to break it.

Her skin was warm silk in his hands, and her tongue stroked over his. She was so much more bold now, and her burgeoning courage moved him in a way very few things ever had. He could feel the tremble in her body as he touched the tip of the acorn against her bottom. She was slick with lube and her own excitement, he knew the acorn would slide inside her if she just relaxed and let it in.

"I wish it was my cock right here," he said as he worked the tip of the acorn inside her. She tensed, and then slowly relaxed her muscles. "That's it, Princess... let it in..."

Sophie's eyebrows furrowed over her squeezed shut eyes, and her teeth sank into her bottom lip. He nuzzled the tender spot beneath her ear, giving her time to get used to the new sensation.

"More?"

She rolled her hips gently and nodded, and he touched his lips against her eyelids as he pushed the acorn deeper inside.

When she took the widest part her she cried out, and he gentled her with his mouth over hers. "Feel it Sophie, full and solid inside you." She was panting, and he was finding it almost as hard to breathe himself. His cock strained to be buried inside her, but this moment was all for her, not him.

Sophie opened her eyes wide and stared into Lucien's, the butt plug buried to its flared ends in her bottom. She wanted to say something, to tell him how intense the acorn felt nestled inside her, but she couldn't find the words. She felt full, and filthy, and euphoric. Lucien's hands curled around her waist.