by Louisa Neil
“Oh yes, Stewart. That’s what I needed.”
“What about this?” He switched to her other side and used his hands to pinch and roll her skin while he sucked her nipples. The pull from his lips went directly to her core. Her body shuddered as it had last night, and she felt instantly warm and wet down there. Then she understood. The pull of his lips to her nipples sent this wet warmth directly to her private parts.
“Do you feel better now?” he asked.
“A bit. But what about you? Are you aching now?” She looked down at his crotch and saw his trousers tented.
“I ache, but I’ll wait until later for my relief.”
“Should I go back to my room now?”
“Yes, for today.” It wasn’t what she wanted to hear, but she struggled back into her dress and let him help put it to rights. She remembered to open the drapes before she left. “I’m sorry I interrupted your work.”
“Bettina, most days it isn’t a problem. Some days it will be. You have to understand that.”
“I do. I just wish you’d let me take care of you.”
“You will tonight. I promise.”
She nodded and left the office, heading directly to her room. She managed to hold back the smile on her lips until she was behind the closed door. Now all she had to do was wait hours more until Gaston came home and they ate their evening meal. Then, she hoped, the men would come to her and, as Gaston told her last night, show her something new.
Chapter Nine
Bettina became excited when she heard Gaston’s voice in the hallway. She rose from the sofa beneath the window where she’d been luxuriating by doing absolutely nothing. Her heartbeat hastened, and instantly she felt that same ache she’d felt earlier in the day. She listened from her side of the door until she heard their conversation stop. She imagined it would be Andrew’s footsteps she heard leaving. Then Gaston’s bedroom door closed.
She didn’t give herself time to think. Instead she acted on instinct and, after checking the hallway to make sure none of the servants were near, she tiptoed down the hall and tapped on his door.
“Come in.”
Bettina pushed his door inward, and her breath caught in her throat. Gaston was stripping off his clothing. A moment of clarity forced her to close the door before she gave in to her need and just stared at him. Standing before the tall dresser, the light from the windows on either side illuminated his tall, lean shape. He paused and watched her as she watched him.
“Bettina?” he finally said as he continued to disrobe.
She stood mute, watching as each piece of cloth left his body. Each limb and muscle that was exposed made her tingle inside. The idea that she might one day run her hands along his skin made her nipples ache. Then she let her vision travel to his junction. His penis was full and thick, as it had been last night when the men had come to her. She felt her body flush as she remembered how bold she’d become with them. Remembered how warm and moist her body had become from their touch. Her nipples budded stiffer, harder against the material of her gown. Her lower self was aching as her breasts did. She almost dropped her hand to cover herself, to make the small circular motions that Gaston had done to her last night. She wanted the relief but knew she wasn’t quite that bold, yet.
“I came to see how your day at the port went, but I see I’ve interrupted.”
“A pleasant interruption. Come and tell me what you did with your day.”
She took a few steps forward and her hand reached to his penis. She wanted to feel his soft warm skin against hers. Bettina glanced up to Gaston’s eyes and paused with her hand still extended.
“Something you wanted?” he asked, holding back a laugh at her.
“Something I think I needed.” Dropping her hand, she stood straight and looked directly at him. “I did something today, and while I don’t feel guilty about it, I felt I shouldn’t keep it a secret.”
“Just what did you do today, Bettina?” His tone was still soft, still teasing. She waited while he turned his back to her and walked to his armoire. He had the most amazing buttocks, tight and high, and she instantly remembered watching him using his cock in Thad’s anus. That memory made her quake. He turned in time to see her body jolt. Her pussy was wet and wanting all day. Even after her short interlude with Stewart she was still aching. In reality, now the ache was worse.
Now it was all back, only intensified. She watched him take a silk gown from a hook and drag the material across his shoulders. It didn’t look like anything she’d ever seen before. The dark material shimmered in the light, and the neck was trimmed in a satiny-looking fabric. The long sleeves looked loose and wide. He didn’t embarrass her by making her ask. Instead, he spoke as if they were having a normal conversation about the weather.
“Haven’t you seen a robe like this before? I first learned of them years ago on my travels. They’re popular in the Orient.”
“It’s lovely,” she whispered. Bettina walked toward him and let the tips of her fingers brush along the fabric. “So soft.”
“It feels soft against my skin, too.” He was staring down at her and she sighed. One hand lifted and stroked the dark hairs that covered his face. It was an intense moment for her, and before she could back away in fear, she lifted onto her toes and let her lips drift over his. He was warm to her touch and smelled of tobacco and wine. When he didn’t pull away, she did it a second time. She felt him drop his head, capturing her lips under his. He pressed harder and made her lips tingle. Soon they were tangling the tips of their tongues and the action was making her aware of their movements all over her body. She slid her other hand behind his head and tangled her fingers in his hair, holding him to her. When she was forced to retreat for air, he wrapped his arms around her and held her to his chest.
“That’s lovely to come home to.” Gaston smiled as he leaned back to look at her. “Tell me about your day?”
“I did something that you should know about.”
He dropped his hands from her and moved to the chest of drawers. He picked up a comb and began smoothing his beard.
When he dropped his hands, she was instantly sorry she’d said anything. “I was at my wits end earlier in the day.”
“Why?”
“Because of you and Stewart. I woke with aches all over me. Finally I went to him and asked him to…touch my breasts.”
Gaston used the mirror to look at her over his shoulder as he put the comb down. “And?”
“And afterward I thought you might be mad.”
“Did Stewart touching your breasts make you feel better? Did he ease your ache?”
“Somewhat, but I felt wrong leaving him with an ache. He said I could soothe him later, but I knew I was supposed to make sure he got his pleasure, too.” His laughing wasn’t what she expected.
“I’m sure he got some pleasure, Bettina.” He walked to the side of his bed and sat, patting the space beside him. “Come and sit. Tell me, did he touch you without your gown?”
“Yes, I pulled it out of the way for him and he sucked on my nipples.”
“And did that soothe your ache?”
“Only for a bit. As soon as I heard your voice in the hallway I went all achy again.”
“So you came to me. First to admit you went to Stewart and let him suck your nipples. And second, I imagine, to have me do the same thing?”
“Yes. Is that wrong? I know you have to keep sucking on them for me to ever give milk.” Bettina kept his gaze, refused to look away. “I remembered how you touched them at Phoebe’s that first time.”
“I was brusque with you then. Is that what you want now?”
“It’s what I think I need.” Bettina stood and, with a bit of maneuvering, managed to pull the top of her gown off her shoulders and down, baring her breasts to him. Gaston didn’t disappoint her. Instantly, his hands molded to her skin, pressing and pinching. He rolled her nipples between his fingers before bringing his lips to meet her. He encircled her whole nipple and pulled i
t deep between his lips. One of his arms was wrapped around her back, holding her to his lips. The other hand drifted down her ribs and over her waist and landed at the junction of her legs. There he moved his fingers over her, up and down, until she felt that unequivocal quake within her. At that same time, he sucked her nipple deeper, harder, and her body trembled with a new heat. It felt as if his sucking on her nipple pulled directly to her womb.
She was embarrassed, but didn’t care. Finally, she felt relieved. When he lessened his hold on her, she immediately dropped to the floor before him and reached to his penis. She lowered her head and licked at the droplet of liquid on his tip. She used her hand to stroke his skin back and forth, revealing his tip. When she was settling on the floor before him, they heard a knock on the door.
“Damn it,” Gaston said and put his finger to his lips, telling her to be quiet. He lifted her and carried her to the spot beside the armoire that was blocked by the bedroom door. He grasped his covering and belted it tight to his waist. Then he opened the door only a few inches.
“Your bathwater is ready, Captain Duvall.”
“Fine. I’ll be ready in a few minutes. Now leave me.”
Bettina pulled her gown back in place over her puckered nipples and tried to hold back her laugh as the young servant moved away. Gaston closed the door and smiled at her. “It wouldn’t do to let the servants know we behave like this.”
“Especially since I’m supposed to be your niece?”
“Yes.”
“I should go and let you get to your bath before it goes cold.” She moved beside him at the closed door. “Will you and Stewart still come and see me tonight?”
Gaston leaned down and dropped a kiss on her forehead. “Of course. Now go and rest up. We’ll see you later, after the evening meal. I’ve arranged for Benton to bring your meal on a tray. Stewart and I have to go out for business. We’ll come to you when we get home.”
“Why didn’t he tell me earlier?”
“Because he didn’t know then. I only made the plans on my way home from the port.” He ran his fingers along her cheek. “Later, you can pleasure me and Stewart.”
“I’ll be waiting for you,” she whispered and leaned up to press a kiss on his cheek. She opened the door gradually, checking the hall was empty before she all but ran from his room to hers.
Excited didn’t cover her feelings. She made sure her hair was brushed out in long curls and she was propped in bed on a pile of pillows wearing the same gown she’d worn last night. She liked that the ties would bare her to them quickly. Now she just had to wait.
* * * *
Gaston and Stewart were in their carriage on the way home from their meeting. Knowing their driver couldn’t hear their conversation, they were quite candid.
“That went well tonight,” Gaston said. “It’s a big order.”
“Yes, I’m thankful for the business, but I couldn’t help but want to be home with Bettina.”
“She came to me this afternoon to tell me how she went to you for relief.”
Stewart laughed. “She might have gotten some relief, but the rest of the afternoon I was hard as a rock. I’m finding not fucking her too hard to bear. It’s a good thing tomorrow is her birthday. At twenty-two, we can do anything we want with her without regret.”
“What about tonight?” Gaston teased.
“We decided only to finger and lick her tonight, to get her ready for cock.”
“I know, I know. I just wondered after last night the way she took to sucking us if we couldn’t push things along quicker.” Gaston looked to Stewart and they both smiled.
“That, my dear friend, is our predicament. I suppose we can wait one more night.”
“I had to handle myself after she left me this afternoon. I knew I’d not get through the meeting with a hard cock. I’d be too preoccupied.” Gaston looked to Stewart. “You took care of your cock, too, didn’t you? You’re too calm not to have.”
“Yes, as soon as she left, I headed to my room and jerked to her image.” Stewart glanced out the side window, checking their location. “I thought to go to her and let her suck me, but I felt that would be changing our bargain about her.”
“So we have this beautiful, willing woman living with us, and neither of us has fucked her yet.”
“Yes, but tomorrow, only a few more hours and we’ll be using her body to our satisfaction.” Stewart let out a sigh. “Fingers and tongues only tonight. Tomorrow we’ll take her out to a late meal and when we get home, we’ll fuck her until she faints.” He laughed at his own thought.
“Does she know about going out tomorrow?”
“No, I figured we’d tell her together tonight. It will give her something to look forward to.”
“I just want to get home to her,” Gaston said, opening the carriage door before it came to a full stop. “I’ll bet she’s waiting for us, propped on a pile of pillows.” He jumped down and waited for Stewart to join him.
Benton opened the front door and took their hats, canes, and capes. “Any problems while we were out?”
“No sir. All is quiet. Miss Duvall had her evening meal in her room.”
“Fine. Good night, Benton. No interruptions until tomorrow’s first meal.”
“Yes, sir.” Their faithful servant left them alone. As soon as he was out of sight, both men all but vaulted up the stairs. They were laughing when they came to her bedroom door. It was Gaston who raised his hand and knocked twice before opening it and letting Stewart go in first. After closing the door, he made a point of locking it.
“Bettina, you look beautiful tonight.” Stewart was already pulling off his jacket.
“Thank you. How did your meeting go?” She sat forward and hugged her knees with her arms. As she did, the blanket slipped, revealing she was wearing the gown with the ties, but they were already open, leaving her neck and chest bare. The candlelight glowed against the cleft of her throat, the curve of her breast, and her narrow waist.
“It was fine, but long. Both of us were waiting to get home to you.” Gaston sat on the sofa under the window and kicked off his shoes and pulled down his stockings. Then he stood and dropped his pants. His cock bobbed at the new freedom. He didn’t resist using his own hand to stroke it a few times before stripping off the rest of his clothing.
Stewart was already undressed, his cock hard and throbbing from Gaston’s view. He licked his lips and wondered what Bettina would do if they decided to suck each other in front of her. “Soon, but not yet,” he whispered.
“What?” Stewart asked.
“Nothing, just thinking aloud.” With a nod, the men walked to Bettina’s bed, each taking a side. Tonight Stewart took her left side and Gaston her right. As they approached, she threw back the covers and dropped her weight back on the pillows. As each man lay beside her, she inched down until she was able to reach their cocks with her hands.
“You’re both hard. I’m so glad. I was hoping after a long day that you wouldn’t be too tired.”
“Never too tired for you,” Stewart told her as he latched onto her nipple.
Gaston covered her hand with his, slowing her motions. “Slow down, Tina. We’re not in a race.” He used his hand to show her how to stroke him to keep him hard but not to make him come. When she had the idea, he dropped beside her and began to suck her other nipple.
“Oh, that’s wonderful.” She sighed as she stroked their cocks. “Suck harder, please. Make me feel that pull from your lips to my lower lips.”
“You mean when we suck your nipples you can feel it all the way down to your pussy?” Gaston teased, intensifying his motions.
“Yes.” She glanced to each man and smiled. “Stewart, I told Gaston about my visiting your office today for relief.”
“Yes, I know. He told me you went to him later in the day for more of the same.” Stewart smiled at her.
“I did. I didn’t want to lie to either of you, so I felt it best to tell you the truth.”
“Th
e truth between us, behind this closed door is always the best way to go.” Stewart pumped his fingers tighter around her breast.
“Then in truth, I need more. I love the pull of your lips to my nipples, but it’s not enough.” She didn’t look to either man, rather tightened her fingers around their cocks.
Gaston leaned up and rested his head on his hand. He was still within reach of her nipple, and she still had a hold of both their cocks, but he let his hand wander down her belly to her apex. After several passes, he let his hand lay heavy against her clit.
“Oh yes, that’s better, but I know there’s more. Can’t I have more tonight?”
“What would you like?” Stewart asked, taking the same pose on her other side, resting his head on his hand while tweaking her nipple with his other.
“I watched the other women at Phoebe’s take cocks into their bodies.”
“Yes, that is an option. But one to keep for tomorrow night. For now.” He sat forward and grasped the hem of her gown, pulling it upward to reveal her legs. She lifted her body by instinct when he reached her hips, letting him show her completely naked lower body to both of them.
“This feels so naughty,” she whispered and giggled.
“Do you want to stop?” Stewart asked, palming her breast.
“Oh no, please don’t stop. It’s just that the only man to ever see me like this was the doctor Phoebe had check for my virginity.”
“Did you like him looking at you?”
“No. He was old and smelt of stables, urine, and cheap whiskey. He was harsh touching me and used crude words when talking to Phoebe about me.”
“What did he say?”
“He told her that I had a tight cunt and many men would pay her well to break me. Then he told her my…anus was just as tight and she could get a second fee for letting a man use me that way the first time.”
“Is that all?”
“He pinched my breasts. Not like you two do. He twisted my nipples until it hurt, and then he laughed.” She hesitated. “I prayed she wouldn’t let him be the one to use me first.”
