THREE
noelle mack
For JWR, with pleasure…
Contents
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
1
Black velvet suited her, Fiona thought, looking in the mirror with the faintest of smiles. And the lustrous triple strand of pearls around her throat provided a demure touch of white. She touched them with a fingertip, then pulled her rumpled gown back down over her bare thighs and legs as her naked and muscular companion bent down to kiss the nape of her neck. She laughed and tipped her head to one side, allowing him, inviting him, to dally with her once more.
He slid his hands inside the front of her gown and over her breasts, tugging gently at her nipples as he whispered into her ear. “My dear lady, I am sorry to leave you. But I must.”
“Then do not delay,” Fiona said calmly. “And give your wayward wife my fondest regards.” She removed his hands and sat upon the small armchair placed before the mirror, taking down her honey-colored hair pin by pin, in no great hurry. It tumbled free over her shoulders.
“I shall,” Thomas sighed, standing in back of her and running his fingers through the glossy locks. “If I can persuade her to leave her lover’s arms long enough to come downstairs.”
“Do you permit her to entertain the fellow in your house?”
“It is her house,” he pointed out. “And she does whatever she wants. I don’t care. I have all the freedom a man could wish for. She has never asked where I was going or when I might return.”
Fiona nodded. “Then you are fortunate.” She rose from her dressing table, unclasping the pearls and coiling them in a tortoiseshell box with an open lid. Dear Thomas. He did not have to know that she had several necklaces very like this one, hidden in other elegant boxes and silk bags.
He frowned. “Must you take them off? I rather fancied the idea of you wearing nothing but the gems of the ocean, like Aphrodite, rolling about in the billows—or should I say pillows? It is nearly midnight, you know. Sleep with the pearls on.”
“Since you will not be here to see how I look, what does it matter?”
He clasped her around the waist and kissed her on the cheek. “The moon will see you. And I will see the moon on my way home and it will tell me how beautiful you are.”
“You are being ridiculously romantic.”
“Not at all.” He kissed her again, long and tenderly, capturing her mouth with his, and not stopping for at least a minute.
She broke away at last. “Ah. How you can kiss, Thomas.”
“I have had some talented teachers. Including you, Fiona.” He kissed her again and looked down at his stiffening cock. “We might have another go. Would you like to?”
“Of course,” she lied. “But I was going to bathe before bed. The maid will be bringing up the hot water soon.”
Thomas laughed. “Wonderful! I can imagine you wet and naked!” He put his hand between her legs and gave a rude squeeze. “And ready for…soft lips upon lips that are softer still. I know how much you like to have your cunny licked, my sweet.”
“Mmm.”
“Is that all you have to say? Merely mmm? Then I shan’t let you come right away. Imagine my tongue sliding deeply into you, Fiona. In and out. In and out. Like a cock. One that cannot come and only wants to delight you.”
“Mmm,” she said again with considerably more enthusiasm. She could almost be tempted, especially by that scenario.
Thomas clasped her again beneath the velvet. “You could close your eyes and imagine that the infamous Lady Raynald has her head between your legs. I understand that she is considered an expert in Sapphic skills.”
“I have heard that she is an expert horsewoman as well,” Fiona said, “and rich enough to indulge her unusual tastes.”
“And what are those?”
“She likes brothel girls of twenty or so. By that age many are weary of men and quite prefer their own sex. She pays for two at a time and they undress…and kiss…and embrace…while she fondles and teases their plump cunnies.” Fiona ran a brush through her hair, humming idly. “She prefers them to be shaved there.”
“Pretty peaches, dripping juice…what else?”
Fiona twisted her hair around one hand and studied herself in the mirror, amused by his impatience. The best way to tell such a story was slow-w-w-ly.
“Fiona, you are a dreadful tease!”
She touched his bare buttocks affectionately with the bristly part of the brush. “One naked girl straddles the other, gripping tightly with her thighs, and…”
Thomas put his hands on his narrow hips and tried to glare the rest out of her. “And what?”
“Lady Raynald gives them riding lessons. With a crop. Then they service her as she desires. They kneel in turn to lick her pussy, after begging their stern mistress for the privilege.”
“How delightfully perverse.”
Fiona waved a hand airily. “And then, of course, she straps on a large dildo for their pleasure.”
“How ingenious,” Thomas said. “But I should like to see the horseplay most of all. Do the girls neigh?” He smirked, obviously in need of a smack, which Fiona supplied, with the smooth side of the brush. “Ow!”
“You deserved it.”
“I did not. I was merely expressing a healthy curiosity.”
“Then inquire at Mrs. Quaintree’s establishment. They offer bareback riding as a specialty. I believe it is near Covent Garden—you could ask a friend.”
“Never. You are all that I desire. Now, what was I saying?”
“You were telling me how you would go about licking me,” she said patiently.
“Ah, yes. I want to see you open your legs all the way so that I can see inside the juicy folds. You may touch yourself with a finger for a little while but not for long.”
“Then what?”
“I haven’t decided. Perhaps I shall spread those beautiful legs of yours myself and tie those pretty ankles far apart so my tongue can go far up inside you.”
“Indeed.” She smiled demurely. “But not now.”
“Ah, well.”
Her indifference seemed to wilt him—or perhaps it was the sudden chiming of the clock, reminding him of his duty to his bitch of a wife, Fiona thought.
“Next time, then, my dear lady. I look forward to it.” He almost bowed, then remembered that he was naked and gave her a rueful grin.
“As do I.”