The Naughty Ward (historical romantica)

(I APPOLOGIZE - I HAD FORGOTTEN TO POST THIS CHAPTER, AND POSTED CHAPTER 4 FIRST. NOW FIXED)

(Characters are Joss', not mine)

The desperation edged with steel in William’s voice gave Alexander pause. He knew his guardian’s temper only too well.

But he’s not your guardian anymore... and he claims he doesn’t recognize you.

Just as those cherry-stained lips opened wide, William jerked forward, hard and ready to be serviced as he’d demanded. Warm, wet lips slid along his shaft, then Alex dipped his head down. William started to growl out an order, when he felt Alexander’s mouth close around him, groaning out loud as the boy’s mouth closed around his balls... only his balls, sucking, teasing... but never moving back up to his cock.

He swore out loud, but was shocked by the way Alexander suddenly wrapped his arms around his thighs, sucking insistently on him. As heat coursed through William’s system, he slowly sank down on the bed, raising his hips to allow Alex better access. He didn’t know whether he wanted to kiss the boy or throttle him.

Head buried between William’s thighs, Alexander knew he’d won the battle. What he didn’t have in experience, he made up for with imagination, sucking and licking, using his tongue in ways it hadn’t been meant to be used. Every jerk of William’s hips, every thick grunt or huskily spoken curse, made his heart soar.

The sight of slightly tanned hands straining over his own alabaster skin, the feel of strong fingers biting into his thighs every time Alex’s head bobbed, wreaked havoc in William. A storm of desire and lust washed over him, intensifying as he became aware of Alexander’s erection pressing into his knee.

“Take me in your mouth...” this time it was a low plea, even as he pulled Alex’s hair, and groaned out his satisfaction as Alex finally took his full length into his mouth. Hot, wet and tight, William thought he might go mad as he spiraled higher and higher. “Don’t stop.”

His mouth was tired and ached, but everywhere else, Alex burned for William. Burned so strongly, he wouldn’t—couldn’t— stop for anything, nor could he help rubbing himself up against William’s leg at every opportunity. Just the thought of William so helpless... so needy, arching up and begging for more, made his stomach clench with need.

Suddenly planting the flats of his feet on the bed, William held Alexander’s head and started to thrust up into his mouth, harder, deeper, groaning as Alex’s mouth tightened around him at just the right moment. The world went white as he came, and came, swearing and bucking, and finally resting back against the bed as a warm haze enveloped him.

Alexander tried not to choke. He slipped his robe off and used it to wipe his mouth and William’s thighs. When he looked up, he saw William like he never had before. Eyes closed. His mouth curved ever so gently into a smile. His face... soft and dreamy. That world-weary look now erased from his features. He wished he could pull the mask off to see him better.

Slowly, William regained control over his heart and breathing. When he opened his eyes, it was to find Alexander on all fours, peering down at him. Tilting his head, his gaze swept down the boy’s body, firm muscular ass, powerful thighs, narrowed waist, and his cock erect and jutting away from his body. It was enough to make William’s breath catch.

If it hadn’t been for the light of triumph in Alex’s eyes, William might have shown him how much pleasure a hand could give. But that look reminded him of the war. The boy might have won the battle, but the night was yet young.

Sitting up, he put a few pillows behind his back. “Come here,” he said silkily, crooking his finger at the boy. Fuck... the way he was crawling up the bed, it was as if he were well practiced at the art of seduction. Ignoring the renewed twinge between his legs, he whispered,” Now, for that spanking.”

Barely reining in his laugher at the boy’s sudden look, William reached over and pulled Alex up toward him, arranging him across his lap, ass high up in the air. He patted that inviting ass slowly.

“Willi—“

“No names!”

Alexander’s heart banged against his chest as he tightened all his muscles. “Don’t...”

“Don’t what? I have a deep desire to see your cheeks nice and rosy.” He raised his hand, then dropped it down nice and soft, patting Alexander again. Each time he pretended the hand was going to come down hard, Alex tensed, his muscles tightening under William’s hand.

Alex screwed his eyes shut. God damn it all... just do it, he wanted to shout. It wasn’t fair. He felt vulnerable and humiliated and scared, even though he knew it wouldn’t hurt half as bad as a real whipping. Or wait... those pictures downstairs... he’d seen people using paddles! Putting his hands on the bed, he rose up and turned, just in time to see William’s hand come down.

The sound of hand slapping skin resounded in the room. Alex winced and blinked back the sting of tears. Before he caught his breath, the hand came down again.

“This is for disobeying.”

Again... but now his skin was a bit desensitized. Instead of concentrating on the pain, Alex began to be aware of something else. Every time he was jolted down, his arousal rubbed against something... something hard and slick and, oh God, didn’t William’s cock feel good against his? It almost made him long for another smack.

“This is for laughing.”

Fuck... Even as a small protest broke from his lips, Alex struggled to get closer, pressing his hips forward. He was in no condition to question how pleasure and pain were slowly lathering him up into a real state, twisting his insides.

“And this...” All that wriggling was getting to William. Instead of landing his hand one more time, he doubled over and kissed the now pink areas of Alex’s cheeks.

Warm, wet sensations soothed his burning skin. The instant he realized it was William’s mouth on him, William’s tongue swirling around, William trailing kisses along his now sensitive skin, Alex almost shot off the bed. But strong arms held him in place, and that mouth that could sometimes be so cruel... that mouth skimmed over his crack. “Oh God, William.”

William lifted Alex and closed his arms around him. He brought their mouths together in a wild, untamed kiss, moving his mouth back and forth, tonguing the boy in ways only one with his experience could. As the boy’s shivers and sounds radiated around him, as he came apart in his arms, William wanted more... so much more.

Impatient. Needy, he shoved Alex’s mask off his face, and took his own off. Their gazes locked for an instant, and then Alexander was reaching for him again. Fire. Flames. Heat. Desire. Passion. Lust. Fuck... he was losing control.

Kiss after kiss. Strong hands stroking him, enflaming him. It was too much. Alexander’s breathing grew ragged. “Please... please, William... please...” He ached so, he was close to tears. “Please...”

“Yes.” Hands shaking, William arranged the pillows. “Alexander, lie on your stomach.”

Alex was shaking so hard he was clumsy. He gave a nervous smile of thanks when William helped him. When an extra pillow was shoved under his pelvis, his eyes widened. “Will...”

“Right here.” He was still on his knees, and followed Alex’s gaze to look down at his engorged member. “Worried?”

“No... bu—“

“Good.” Bending, William spread Alex’s legs as far apart as they could go, and then licked his sac, sucking on it, moving his mouth and chin over the sensitive area between the boy’s sac and hole. There were no longer any signs of fear or nervousness. Instead, Alex was pushing back, aggressively demanding more. William kneaded the boy’s ass and slowly moved his mouth up its curve. Without any pause in his actions, he found the lubricant and started to rub it over Alex’s hole, slowly pushing in his fingers one at a time.

A small flash of pain broke Alex’s concentration, but then he was overwhelmed by all sorts of new sensations. He throbbed ... not only his cock, but from the inside. It was something he’d never imagined, so wonderful and elusive and oh... how William could move. “Please... more...”

He felt William shift over him. Felt him adjust himself. Automatically, he tensed, until William spoke some soothing words near his ear...gentling him, just as he did to his horses. There was no better horseman than William, and Alex fell under his spell just like his animals. Relaxing, he closed his eyes against the slight pain as William invaded his body. He trusted William... even in this.

Taking deep breaths, his fingers clenched around the blankets. And then William was inside him, moving slowly... so slowly... and finding that place again. “Go on... more. Do it.”

William was the master of control... or had been. But now, with his cock buried deep in Alexander, with Alex clenching his muscles around him, and insistently moving back, urging him on, his control was close to breaking. He was thick and rigid with need and the boy was just too tempting.

Lowering his head, he kissed Alexander’s neck, and started to thrust. First he fucked him slow and deep, finding that spot that made the boy squirm and cry out. Then he fucked him hard and fast, dragging him up by the hips, slamming into him over and over. Liquid heat burned him. He had to put out the fire... not just his, but Alexander’s. And he did, urging the boy to move with him.

Alexander was a good student. Quick to understand that William needed him as much as he needed William, he arched his back, pushed himself back against William, moving with him. “More... more...” he shouted, quickly seeing that words of encouragement enflamed his guardian to new heights. Together, they punished the bed, scrambling around to get closer, to fuck harder. “Oh God, William....”

William was still thrusting as Alexander came. Hot blinding light shot through him as he answered his ward’s call. “Alexander!” he shouted his release, gathering the boy to him, swearing at the intensity of the experience.


* * *

Alexander sat at the dining room table and eyed the door. He hoped William wouldn’t disappear again. Blasted man, what was wrong with him that he couldn’t see?

His eyebrows drew together as he took a sip of his wine and recalled that glorious night they’d had together. All night long, William had taught him so much. He’d honestly thought that things would be ... well, that he and William would continue on the way they had that night. Instead, close to morning, he’d been shoved into a separate carriage and brought home.

After that, William hadn’t appeared for breakfast, and then cried off dinners as well. Three days in a row. Blast him. They needed to talk.

William walked into the room and greeted Alexander’s smile with a cool nod. He sat down and put the napkin across his lap and gave the signal to serve dinner.

At first uncomfortable, Alexander made small talk. But when that went on for far too long, into the third course, he decided it was time to put an end to it. “Will, we have to talk.”

“I was under the impression that talking is exactly what we have been doing.” Blue eyes met brown.

“No. I mean about us.”

“Us?”

“You know what I mean. Stop behaving as if that night never happened.”

“Do I have to explain to you again? What happens at the Hell Fire Clubs stays there. It is forgotten once you walk out of those doors. This is reality… that is a place of fantasy. Finish your meal.”

Alex tossed his silverware down. “You can’t mean that.”

“I do. The subject is closed, or I will leave.” A muscle pulsed in William’s cheek.

Alexander believed him. Therein lay the problem. Instead of arguing, he merely nodded and spoke of the weather, of going to William’s country estate for the summer months, and of all the work that was being done to restore a room in his London home that held William’s art collection.

Once it was clear Alex would not argue, William’s tension eased. The conversation was of the safe sort... just the type that would have him stifling yawns. But there was one bit of a snag. That infernal boy was at it again!

Alex dangled an imported cherry above his tongue. He touched it with the tip of his tongue, skimming its entire surface first this way, then that. Then he sucked the cherry into his mouth, slowly, ever so slowly, as he felt William’s gaze on his mouth. He moved the fruit around his mouth, letting its outline show against first one cheek, then the other, then putting his hand inside his mouth to draw out the tied stem.

“Bet you can’t do that.”

Silence.

“I thought not.” Alex bit down, squirting some of the red juice down the side of his mouth. “You want to lick it, don’t you,” he taunted.

Abruptly, William left the table.

“Your Grace...” the butler went chasing after William.

In the entry hall, William pulled on his riding gloves. “I’m going out.”

“Is something amiss?”

“Cherries.”

“Cherries?”

“I don’t want them in my home, on the menu, or ever to see them again. Tell the cook.”

“But, your Grace, Master Alexander loves cherries.”

“Master Alexander can go to hell.”

The butler watched open-mouthed as the Duke stalked out, slamming the door behind him.