“Oh, my poor beauties,” he murmured into her chest.
Deborah began to softly laugh, but it quickly turned into a gasp as his mouth began brushing soft kisses over the sensitive flesh.
“Do they hurt?” He asked, then brushed his bottom lip slowly over her left nipple.
Deborah shivered at the pleasure it gave her as her hands tightened at his shoulders.
“Yes,” she breathed, knowing she could tell him the truth.
“I will take it away,” his husky voice promised as his hands moved from her back to gently grasp her breasts, “I will take it all away.”
Deborah let out a low, deep moan as his hands gently squeezed and massaged the supple flesh of her breasts, moving tenderly under her ribcage and up, moving them in small, slow circles. She felt the nerves buried beneath her flesh slowly uncramp and loosen with his touch. There was pleasure, yes, but beyond that, there was relief in the way he touched her.
“Let go of your thoughts, your fears,” Cedric murmured, his tone reverent as he spoke into her breasts, “And just feel. For the rest of our journey home, justfeelme worship you.”
Deborah’s body felt pliant and heavy as she melted into Cedric’s lap, and to her relief, her mind went blank as her exhausting anger finally burned out. She let her head loll back as Cedric's mouth and hands worked their magic, relieving her of all the ache she had felt from wearing the tight binding.
When the pleasure of his ministrations became too much to keep holding on to his shoulders, Deborah let herself fall, not caring what would happen.
“Easy, Love, I have you,” Cedric's deep voice promised as he caught her before she could fall too far.
He lowered her down gently until the back of her head was softly placed atop the carriage seat opposite them. Then, with her lower half still in Cedric’s lap, he grasped her trouser-clad calves and placed the soles of her feet on the cushions where her knees had just been, easing the muscle burn that had briefly started there as she leaned so far back.
Her eyes still closed, Deborah let herself be taken care of as Cedric’s deep voice murmured praises of her beauty and strength.
“How do you feel now?” He asked a while later, his hands still casting their magic spell over her breasts and abdomen.
“Better,” she breathed, struggling to lift her eyes.
She found Cedric dark and hooded as he met her gaze, and the small grin on his face had her sluggish pulse racing.
“I am very glad to hear it,” he murmured, smoothing his healing palms down her ribcage, over her stomach, and to her hips. He gave them a gentle squeeze, and she moaned.
“We have a good while left in our ride,” Cedric explained as he continued his massage. “Do you want to try to get some rest? Or do you wish me to continue?”
“Continue,” she instantly replied.
Tomorrow, she would have to return to reality. Would have to face the many consequences of the night they were having. For now, though, she wanted to remain in this special space she and Cedric had created in the small confines of the carriage for as long as possible.
Cedric’s widening grin told her that was exactly what he was hoping to hear, and he nodded.
“As you wish,” he whispered, his hands smoothing down her thighs.
“Oh,” she breathed as his fingers kneaded her muscles, “Oh, that feels heavenly as well.”
“Mmmm,” Cedric hummed, his palms smoothing down from her thighs to her calves, which he gave a massaging squeeze.
“You know, I realized something,” he went on as his hands continued their soothing touch.
“What is that?” Deborah asked, struggling to keep her eyes open.
Cedric leaned down and grazed his lips over her collarbone as his hands drew back up from her calves all the way up to her breasts, making another moan pour from her lips.
“That your breasts are not the only part of your body I owe an apology to,” Cedric murmured. “Your beautiful legs should never have been confined to trousers. They deserve to be free under pretty skirts, not trapped in such hideous black.”
Deborah let out a husky laugh.
“Is that so?” She mused.