Chapter 16

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

N o? Ohh, he was going to make her regret saying the word. Morgan had been watching her all night just as she had been watching him, and he saw how well she performed, but noticed that she was slightly distracted. He perceived that she had wanted his approval and looked for it often, and he had rewarded her with it at every turn. She wanted to be his, just as much as he now wanted her to be his. And he would make her confess to it.

Morgan captured Helena’s wrists and forced them above her head, commanding her to hold them there before he once more burrowed beneath her skirts. Like a man dying of thirst, Morgan pressed his mouth against Helena’s steamy opening and groaned as his tongue licked up her juices. Below him Helena whimpered against her gag and thrashed her hips, already humming with need.

Morgan drank from her greedily, lapping and suckling her bud until her entire body shook. Only then did he release it and run his tongue between her petals, causing her peaking pleasure to tumble, only to be forced to rise all over again. Unlike the incessant teasing he performed on her bud, he lapped at her petals softly, licking them clean of every drop in a slow, sensual pace until Helena’s high-pitched sounds became low and breathy.

As he feasted on her, a brushing knock fluttered against the door, followed by the jiggle of the handle, and they both froze. Morgan’s eyes went to Helena as her terrified eyes shot to the door. A soft sound of giggles was heard from the other side before they heard the receding footsteps and they were once again alone.

“Such a good girl staying quiet for me,” Morgan cooed, rising from his knees.

He gently pulled the gag from Helena’s mouth and kissed her sweetly, his fingers returning to the spot his mouth had just left. Helena moaned against his lips as he eased two of his fingers into her tight passage, her walls instantly closing around them.

“You like being a good girl for me, don’t you, little Persephone?” Morgan rasped, keeping his gaze locked on Helena.

“Yes… sir,” she breathed, her pupils becoming dilated as he continued stroking her.

Morgan groaned as she included the proper address, and he rewarded her with another kiss as he began to swirl the pad of his thumb over her rigid pearl.

“You want to be mine, do you not? Ah, do not look away.” He instructed, his tone taunting as he moved his thumb faster.

Helena’s breaths grew thin and quick and she started to pant in time with his thrusts. Morgan felt a depraved sense of pleasure at how increasingly difficult it had become for her to focus. She was letting go, he could feel it, he only needed to push a little more…

“Yes, sir,” she whimpered, forcing her eyes back to him.

A wicked triumph came over Morgan as he saw her raw need to please him shining in her eyes. She wanted him to let her release, wanted him to give her this pleasure.

“Then say it,” he commanded, moving his hand faster as the sounds of her suckling juices began to fill the air. “Say that you are only pretending to be prim and proper in front of those men. Say you want to be mine.”

Helena’s mind was a ball of mush, and she watched as Morgan played with it like a toy. His fingers worked their magic between her legs and she felt her release growing, but she did not want it to end so quickly. She bit her lip, pressed her eyes shut and shook her head.

“No,” she whimpered again, more feebly than before.

Morgan’s hand pulled away from her, making her gasp as cool air rushed to meet her heated place. Before she could move Morgan had crouched between her legs again, his mouth so close to her entrance that she could feel the heat of his breath. He kissed her wet opening softly, then swirled his tongue slowly around the bud, making her lashes flutter as she arched her back against the floor.

He blew softly against the small bundle of nerves, sending a deep shiver throughout her body.

“You are so tense,” Morgan murmured, caressing his fingers across the top of her bud. He then grazed the tips of his fingernails over her petals, making her jump once more.

“Please, Morgan,” she whimpered, now desperate for her release.

Ignoring her pleas, he lazily drew out his tongue and traced the edges of her opening, making her quiver.

“You know what you need to give me first, little one,” he answered, his condescending tone only arousing her further.

He let out a low, deep growl as he fixed his mouth fully over her pubis and began to suckle and lap at her in a slow, leisurely fashion. Helena’s head rocked back and forth against the floor as she felt Morgan lick away more of her resistance. His tongue was cruel to her, licking too fast or too slow. Each time she approached her release he would take it from her. Helena was aching, desperate, and ready to sob and beg him to help her.

“ Yes, ” she gasped finally, giving in to the truth she was trying to deny the both of them.

“Yes, I am pretending with them all,” she confessed in a rush, thrashing against the floor. “Yes, I want to be caught, so they can finally see I do not want them!”

“And who do you want?” Morgan asked through his ministrations.

“You, sir, I want you —I— oh, God,” Helena’s desperate confession faded in a low moan as Morgan finally applied the pressure she needed.

Helena’s release was so intense that the dark room began to spin and her thighs trembled uncontrollably. Her breath came in ragged, airless gasps as wave after wave of pleasure detonated inside of her, causing a flood to cascade from her bruised petals.

“That is my good girl,” Morgan groaned, nuzzling his forehead into her abdomen as he peppered soft kisses across her spasming sex.

Morgan’s words resonated in Helena’s mind like the deep toll of a forgotten church bell. That is my good girl. God, yes she was, she realized as her breathing finally began to slow. Morgan continued to murmur words of praise as he kissed his way up her body, enveloping each breast slowly and sensually one last time before he pulled her corset and gown back into place.

He then made his way up her neck, under her ear, to her jaw, and finally to her lips. She whimpered into his mouth the moment she savored his addictive essence.

He kissed her deeply, claiming full possession of her mouth until she saw white stars burst behind her eyelids, then pulled away roughly. His caressing hold on her jaw tightened, forcing her lips apart.

“Hold out your tongue,” he commanded.

Without thought Helena obeyed, letting her small, pink tongue drape over her lower lip as Morgan angled her head further back. Mesmerized, she watched Morgan stare back at her as his tongue pushed forward a large bead of his saliva. Her eyes widened with realization as she watched it fall slowly from his tongue.

When it dropped into her mouth, Helena felt unfathomable pleasure as it slid inside of her and made its way to her core. She sensed the exact moment the small bead inside of her finally stopped and filled her with warmth, and she knew. Morgan had just made himself a part of her.

Morgan smirked wickedly, as though he was able to read her thoughts, before giving her one last world-spinning kiss.

“Time to get back to the party, little one,” he said, getting to his feet. He seemed almost apologetic as he took her hands in his and pulled her to her feet.

Still dazed, Helena swayed as she stood, but Morgan steadied her, albeit with a condescending chuckle.

“Now, when you get back out there,” Morgan instructed, busying himself with tidying her up, “You are going to flirt better than ever with your suitors, and you know why?”

Helena shook her head, still unable to find her voice.

Morgan finished fixing her hair and began to adjust her necklace.

“Because you now know to whom you truly belong,” Morgan said with an edge of possessiveness as his hands tightened fleetingly around her neck.

Helena’s eyelids fluttered at the pleasure of his grip.

“Because you will be holding a secret. A secret that you have experienced pleasure far beyond anything they could give you, and no matter how hard they try, they will never achieve what you just had and will have with me .

“You will flirt fiercely because you will know you belong to me, and that immediately makes me better than any of them . They are not your admirers or your equals. They are your toys. And you will play with their egos like the temptress you are. Am I understood?”

“Yes.”

This time Helena did not breathe the word. She tried to speak, but her throat was thick in the wake of his seduction. A self-reverence filled Helena’s soul as she realized the truth of Morgan’s words, and she felt herself smirk as Morgan’s grip tightened on her throat, forcing her gaze up at him.

“Yes, what, little one?” he demanded, his grip becoming tighter.

She smiled seductively back at him, brushing her nails softly against the back of the hand that held her throat.

“Yes, sir.”

“Helena’s mood seems to have improved,” Barbara mused.

Morgan’s eyes darted to her, then to Ambrose at her side. They, along with Duncan, Alice and Teresa, were all looking at Helena, marveling at the positive shift in her mood.

“She said her head ached and she had needed a rest,” Teresa stated, her tone offering reason. “Perhaps that was all she needed. She certainly seems happier now.”

“Far more attentive to her suitors than before,” Alice noted.

Morgan’s eyes flicked to her, but Duncan caught his gaze. His brother was looking at him with a steady, calm intensity, and it irked him to his core. Duncan did not know. There was no way he could.

“Maybe she just needed you all to stop putting so much pressure on her,” Morgan stated, his voice devoid of its usual sarcastic tone.

Everyone immediately turned and stared at him with naked indignation. He rolled his eyes at them, showing his lack of concern for their judgment.

“We are not pressuring her,” Barbara sighed, but rolled her own eyes and shook her head as she added, “I do despise when Morgan is right, but he is. We have put so much strain on her. And look at what good a little rest did for her! Perhaps we should listen to our jester and give our girl a few days’ reprieve from her suitors, hmm?”

Ambrose continued looking at his little sister, studying her newfound willingness and polite manners. Morgan, however, tried to hide his smile, knowing exactly what had caused Helena to change her attitude. He looked her over once more and felt a sense of pride at her new ease and self-confidence.

“I suppose so,” Ambrose reluctantly agreed, turning back to Morgan. “What do you know, Morgan?” Ambrose quipped, smirking at his friend, “You might actually be right about something.”

More than you will ever realize.

He watched Helena, incredibly pleased as she executed his instructions perfectly. Too perfectly. Her ability to act engaged and enthralled by her suitors was a worthy enough performance to be put to the stage. He suddenly grinned and shivered as he thought of the little “warm-up” he had given her before she had returned to her performance.

“Still cold?” Duncan asked.

“What?” Morgan said curtly.

Duncan nodded towards Morgan’s hands, still ensconced in his fitted black leather gloves. He had told the others that he had grown too warm and needed a walk in the brisk air. But the real reason he still wore them was because his fingers were still covered in Helena’s juices, and he was not ready to wash her away. His gloved fingers tightened around his glass before he brought it back to his lips.

“I have decided to call it an early night,” Morgan stated after draining his drink. “I just came in for one last drink and farewells.”

“Alone?” Barbara chuckled, glancing over at him. “And so early?”

“I do not take a lady home from every function I attend,” Morgan drawled.

Ambrose turned to him with a raised brow; the others at the table following suit. He attempted to produce the jester spirit his friends all knew but what he found instead was a craving for more of Helena. He fought the grimace on his face, forced a sarcastic smirk, and clapped Ambrose on the back.

“Good night, all,” he said as cheerily as he could.

As he crossed the room to leave, Morgan could not help but glance once more at Helena. She once again felt the pull of his gaze and turned to him. He nearly stopped in his tracks, pride and desire filling him as he absorbed the determination in her eyes that he had instilled in her.

A sensual smile grew on his lips as he bowed his head, and he felt his body tingle with satisfaction as she imperceptibly raised her glass towards him.