Lizzie shook her head, a light red of embarrassment staining her fair cheeks. “I can’t say I know why Roger is here, unless— ”
“Unless, what?”
“Umm, my husband has expressed a wish for us to…uh…” Embarrassed, she trailed off.
Jason continued his pacing, his arms behind his back, one hand held in the other, watching the two occupants of the chaise. He decided to help her. “Copulate in a usual fashion?”
Ducking her head, she mumbled, “Yes.”
“It’s my fault,” Roger admitted as he turned to gather Lizzie into his arms.
“Your fault?” she inquired. “Why? Just because I like the way we showed our love to each other?”
Jason stopped before her. “That, dear lady, is the problem. Your husband expects an heir from you. How do you propose he do that if you continue tempting him to pleasure you as you desire?”
Now the lady did blush. “Oh, I know, he told me so. I do want to give Arthur an heir. Do you think he will be satisfied if I submit to his will and be an obedient wife?”
Giving Roger a stern look to stop him as he moved to kiss Lizzie’s distress away, Jason asked her, “Do you love your husband, Lizzie?”
At first she seemed surprised to hear her stepbrother’s pet name for her on his lips. But then she returned to the subject at hand. “Yes, of course, I love him.”
“Next question. Do you desire your husband?”
She looked embarrassed to admit to such in front of Roger. “Ah, yes,” she began, and then coughed delicately. “He is a very…eh…virile man.”
When it looked like Roger meant to frown, Jason scowled at him, before turning back to Lizzie. “Very good, then. Today we have brought Roger here to prove to you that you do not always need a male fucking your bottom to climax. Did you not just have an orgasm as Roger fucked you behind that screen?”
She gulped at Jason’s crude depiction of what she and Roger had engaged in a few moments before. Nodding, she admitted, “Yes.”
Jason nodded. “Very good. Now for the next few hours, Roger and I will make love to you time and again, until we make you come so many times, you will be well used to it and loving it more than anything else. Understood?”
“Yes!” She nodded her head with eager assent.
“This evening, I have invited your husband to join you in this chamber. If you show him you can get as much pleasure from the normal mode of copulation, you will have said gentleman wrapped around your finger. Now,” he directed, motioning them to lie down, “let’s begin.”
Eagerly, Lizzie and Roger moved together to whip her shift off her body. After he let them begin the kissing, Jason moved to join them again. In no time, both men had Lizzie writhing and crying out between them. Jason certainly looked forward to teaching the girl that regular copulation could be as enjoyable as anything else.
Chapter 4
After sending Roger on his way for the time being, Jason and Lady M. sat waiting for her husband to join them.
“Tell me, my lady, what do you truly desire for your life?”
“What?” Lady M. asked with surprise.
“Your true desire. I have observed you all afternoon with your stepbrother. Are you in love with him as well as your husband?”
Lizzie flushed pink. Obviously this direct question caused some distress. “I…eh…well…”
“You can be truthful with me, madam,” Jason assured her. “I am at your service and only wish to help you in your present dilemma. Possibly help you achieve long-term happiness.”
He watched as she held a trembling hand to her face. “Roger allowed me to grow and learn what it was to be a woman. He appreciated me for myself and did not put his own desires before my future. I am grateful for everything he taught me.”
“So there is not a small portion of your heart reserved for him?”
She hesitated and her hands moved down to grip her skirt, while she avoided looking directly at him. He even noted a slight trembling of her lower lip. “I…care for him…Yes, I would say I do…love him. Not more than my husband,” she went on to insist.
“Of course not. Tell me about your feelings for your husband.”
A smile flickered. “He is a wonderful man, Mr…eh…”
“Please, my lady, after all we’ve shared today, I think you might call me Jason.” An occurrence not something Jason allowed lightly, but for her he would do so. Most of his pupils called him Master, but since this had been one of his easier cases, he had not had time to set the rule.
She pinkened again. “Yes, of course, mmm, Jason, yes, my husband. From the first time we met, he did not hide his attraction for me. His attentions flattered me, certainly, and as attracted to him as I might have seemed, I did not imagine him really serious in his intentions.” Her smile returned. Obviously, the lady relished this memory. “I had really come to believe that I had passed the age that any man would choose me for a wife.”
“It is my guess that your husband did not think so?”
Lizzie laughed softly, even covering her mouth with a hand to hide her mirth. “No, he pursued me in earnest from the very beginning. At first I thought he meant to offer to keep me as his mistress. As a lord, I knew he would want a wife with connections and possibly money and that certainly wasn’t me. But to my astonishment, he courted me as he would have any lady his equal.”
“So you did not believe yourself equal to him?”
“Not in station, certainly,” she told him with all the regalness of an aristocrat, which she was, now, thanks to her marriage. “But he refused to allow my retreat or my insistence that I would not be the right wife for him.”
“So despite having a man desire to make you his wife, you still doubted your desirability?”
She looked uncertainly at him. “Before Roger entered my life, I had never felt desired before. I thought that perhaps my desirability only appealed to him and no one else.”
“And that no other man could desire you?”
“I admit I thought so.”
Jason smiled at Lizzie’s self-doubt. “My dear lady, I can assure you there are many a male who would find you extremely attractive. Myself included.”
She blushed at the compliment he’d given her. “I’m…mmm…flattered, Jason. But I did not believe so when I met Arthur. I also did not believe it could be true that he truly wanted me. Besides although not completely satisfied with the restrictions of my physical relationship with Roger, I eventually thought my stepfather would concede failure in finding me a husband and let the two of us marry.”
“Does that mean you did not greet your future husband’s interference wholeheartedly?”
She smiled with indulgence. “I did cause him a bit of frustration in his endeavor to make me his wife. But perhaps, in the end, it helped me to see that he had fallen in love with me and did desire me above all others. And once my stepfather learned of his intention he insisted that I consent to marry him.”
“Which means your thoughts concerning him ever allowing you and Roger to marry were dashed?”
She nodded with only a small hint of sadness. “Indeed yes. I do think Roger loved me, but not enough to fight his father for the right to claim me. Or maybe he just felt a bit guilty for introducing me to physical intimacies. Who knows? Roger and I never really explored our hearts to figure it out. But with Arthur, I soon realized he would move heaven and earth to make me his own. The more time we spent together the deeper I came to love him. Until I no longer had any reservations about accepting his proposal.”
“Then you are telling me that although you still care for Roger, your husband is the love of your life?”
“Yes, most assuredly, he dotes on me, spoils me, would do anything for me.”
“As you would him?”
“Yes, certainly.”
“I’m very pleased to hear that, my lady. Perhaps this evening you may show him those sentiments for yourself.”
Lizzie grinned at him. “It will be my p
leasure, Jason.”
* * * *
Jason stood as Henry escorted Lord M. into the chamber. Lizzie jumped to her feet, brushing her hands on her skirts, nervously trying to smooth the faint wrinkles barely noticeable from the events of the afternoon. Jason sensed she desperately wanted to please her husband and prove to him that he had made the right choice when he chose her for his wife.
Her eagerness to submit to her husband’s will had been proven time and again as she accepted him and Roger numerous times, in the ‘usual’ way. Each bout of lovemaking cumulated in her crying out her pleasure as her body convulsed around their pricks. He’d felt it and he knew from Roger’s heartfelt enjoyment, he’d felt it too.
Now the final test.
Lord Arthur M. seemed understandably uncertain as he first looked at his wife, as she sat demurely on the chaise that she and two men had spent the afternoon making love upon. Not that he would know that…yet. For all intents and purposes, having redonned her gown once again, Lizzie looked as pure as the first snow. Jason actually smiled when he thought about the inferno of desire that was Lord M.’s wife, something he hoped the man learned to appreciate to the fullest now. He even had a suggestion that might shock the man, once the evening ended.
“My lady.” Lord M. bowed over his wife’s extended hand, laying a soft kiss on her bare skin.
“My lord,” Lizzie returned, a tiny frown marring her generously sweet mouth as she observed her husband’s utter correctness of manner.
Jason frowned, also. What the devil did the man think he was doing? After coming to him to help salvage his love life and his marriage, he had better not ruin it. Perhaps it was his presence causing this forced politeness?
“Have you eaten, Lord M.?” Jason asked as he stood, motioning the man to sit beside his wife on the chaise.
“Indeed yes, Mr. Featherington.”
“Fine, since your wife and I dined earlier, I’ll leave you two alone.” As he said the words, he gave Lord M. a look meant to make the man understand the importance of the evening.
The man shrugged and looked somewhat sheepish, as a schoolboy might, being left with a girl for the first time.
Cursing under his breath, Jason moved to the door leading into his secret chamber, so he might watch the goings on between husband and wife. He would be furious if he had to intercede before the very end.
Jason made himself comfortable in his chair, watching keenly as Lizzie and Arthur made small talk about his day. Except for the heated gaze between the two, they made no move to embrace. As moments ticked by, he could feel his anger rising. Although he’d enjoyed the day of lovemaking with Lizzie and Roger, he was not in this situation for his health. If the experiment failed, Jason could expect nothing as recompense for his time and effort. Although he had various ventures, he made most of his blunt and extras by helping husbands and families with willful and, sometimes, unruly females.
Even as his thoughts grew darker by the moment, Jason noticed Lizzie putting her hand on her husband’s thigh, caressing him. He grinned when he saw Arthur gulp, his Adam’s apple bobbing, a muscle twitching in his strong jaw, and look down at her hand before looking back, his gaze meeting hers.
Ah, yes, here sat the minx who’d entranced two men all afternoon. Finally, Arthur smiled in pleasure, mumbling something to which Lizzie laughed softly. Lizzie turned her back to him, as if encouraging him to assist her, which he did eagerly. Jason glanced toward the mirror angled perfectly to let him see anything he could not see directly from his position. As she glanced over her shoulder at her husband, there could be no missing the heat of desire gracing Lizzie’s cheeks, that in itself would cause any young buck to come sniffing around her in a fever of lust.
As Arthur exposed each inch of bare flesh, he leaned forward to kiss every bit of it, causing a shudder to run through his wife’s body. When he’d completed the task she set him, Arthur leaned back. Lizzie stood and turned to face him, gazing at her husband surreptitiously from beneath long lashes, letting her expensive gown flutter down her body to pool on the floor. Arthur watched every flirting, seductive movement his lovely wife made. She set about unfastening her shift, letting the edges gape open, exposing her bountiful globes for her husband’s delectation.
Jason watched Arthur as he licked his lips in anticipation of sucking her tight peaks. Jason could feel his own arousal as he watched sweet Lizzie strip for her husband. She leaned over Arthur, deliberately letting the edges of her shift slide sensuously off her shoulders, baring her luscious breasts to him.
“Argh.” He heard the groan Arthur gave as he reached for her with desperate hands. That the man adored this woman—not just her body was obvious.
“Ah…yes…Arthur…” Lizzie moaned in return as he began kneading her breasts with sensual abandon, pulling her to him by the swollen tips.
Once she lay upon the chaise, Arthur leaned over her, caressing her face and neck with unsteady hands, a look of adoration so obviously heartfelt it left Jason in awe. Arthur lowered his head, kissing her with relish, his mouth slanting over hers again and again. Jason had no doubt by Lord M.’s movements he was probably as stiff as a poker, because he began grinding his hips against his wife’s bare thigh which he’d just exposed, by undoing and discarding her garters and hose.
With frantic hands, Lizzie set about stripping her husband’s clothes from his body, a sensual hunger so exquisite filling her expression, and caressing the finely defined muscles with a rare desperation that could not be denied. The afternoon with Roger and Jason had been pure lust on Lizzie’s part. The deep, desperate hunger obvious between husband and wife could only be described as a loving passion so deep Jason was at a loss to describe it. Once Lord M. lay naked, Jason had to admit the man a prime specimen, with a toned body and muscular abdomen that proved that Arthur didn’t waste all his time sitting in the House of Lords.
Things progressed nicely from then on. Soon, Jason had to release his rod to see to his own arousal caused by the thrashing, moaning couple in the next chamber. Together, they were a sight to behold. Arthur whipped his wife’s shift from her body, leaving her bare and lovely. Overjoyed to see Arthur take the initiative in lovemaking, he watched with pleasure as Arthur ducked his head, sucking on his wife’s peaked nipples, until he had her crying out her desire for him, their movements becoming more and more frenzied. Arthur slid down his wife’s body, kissing and licking his way down to her plump cunny.
Leaning forward and listening closely, Jason could hear Arthur’s words of loving praise as he spread open her nether lips and discovered her extreme wetness in response to his lovemaking.
“Ah, Arthur love!” she cried out as he set about sucking and licking on the sweet jewel he’d just exposed, her glorious hair thrashing about her shoulders wildly. “Ah, ah…yes!” she screamed as she began bucking beneath her husband’s insistent mouth, and then demanded, “Take me, Arthur! Love me, please!”
“Patience, my love,” Arthur soothed his wife, lifting his head after giving her clit a soft kiss.
Lizzie gazed down uncertainly at her husband’s upturned face. “What?”
Slowly, Arthur climbed upward, rubbing his body against the quivering flesh of his wife as he went. When he lay on his side, leaning over Lizzie, her closest thigh trapped between his own, his long thick rod pointing toward the place Jason was sure it longed to be: her sweet sex. Jason had the perfect view of them through the mirror. That desire rode Lord M. was obvious in the expression on his face and the pulsing hardness of his member, but for some reason he seemed to be exerting almost supernatural control.
Gazing into her eyes, Arthur nipped and kissed her lips, teasing her with his tongue. Lizzie whimpered and moaned when she attempted to suck his tongue into her mouth and Arthur pulled it back into his mouth, instead pressing a hard kiss and capturing her tongue for himself. Lady M. wrapped her arms around her husband’s neck, her short manicured nails flexing into the rippling muscles of his bare back, causing said man to gr
unt and arch against her. Nor did it sound like a pained grunt, more like a thrilled one. Against his wife’s trapped thigh, Arthur rubbed his rod. No doubt he wanted to grind himself against her, but still he maintained his iron will.
Jason had to admire the man’s control.
With intense fascination, Jason observed as Lord M. left his wife’s lips and kissed her closed eyes, her cheeks, moving downward, nipping and sucking her neck, the tiny pulse beating frantically in response to his lovemaking, across her collarbone, and ending at the tightly pointed peak of her right breast. He planted a chaste kiss on the distended tip, which elicited a plaintive moan and a desperate arch of his wife’s upper body, as if she yearned for much, much more. Her hands grasped his hair, pulling him toward her.
With a shaky laugh, Arthur grabbed her wrists and pushed them up over her head, as he leaned up over her. “You want me to suckle you, dearest?”
Jason heard Lizzie’s mewling response to her husband’s coarse inquiry, with an accompanying nod of her head. Still holding her arms prisoner above her head, Arthur leaned down and sucked just her nipple into his mouth. Jason saw the flash of Lord M.’s smile as he nipped sharply on the tight tip.
“Ah,” Lizzie undulated wildly beneath her husband’s mouth, her eyes tightly shut, her hair thrashing around her head. She turned her lower body instinctively toward what she wanted. In the reflection of the mirror, Jason could see Arthur’s prick poking out from between his wife’s closed thighs. For only a moment, Lord M. pumped his rod against her thatch, probably desperate to penetrate his wife’s sweet cunny, but still he refrained. Gently, Arthur pushed Lizzie onto her back, kissing her lips softly, when she began to protest.
“Do you want me to fuck you, my dear?”
“Ah, yes…yes!” she cried out with desperation.
“You must do something for me,” Arthur commanded her.
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