Trent drew Charlotte to a wide-armed chair and sat down in it, then patted his knee as he tugged her fingertips. “Sit?” he asked with a tilt of his head.
“On your lap?” she squeaked.
“I can’t think of a more appropriate place. Or one that’s more enjoyable for me.” He very gently pulled her into his lap and tucked her there. Then he whispered in her ear. “I’m anxious to hold you, since I haven’t had the pleasure yet.”
Mary laughed from the other side of the room. “I had all the pleasure,” she called out. “I experienced it first hand.”
“I’m jealous,” Trent called back.
A few more couples filtered into the room. Most were dressed, but a few men had their cravats untied. They looked supremely comfortable. Trent’s hand played slowly up and down Charlotte’s arm. “Why do I feel like I’m missing something?” Charlotte asked Trent.
“Relax. I promise not to let anyone or anything hurt you.” He took her chin in his hand. “Do you trust me?”
She didn’t know him well enough to trust him. Not yet. But she supposed she should give him the benefit of the doubt.
The duke, or Charles as he was to be called, faced the small crowd and clapped his hands. “I promised my wife a boon if she would handle a little matter for my good friend this afternoon. And I believe she earned a reward?” He looked toward Charlotte as though for confirmation. She buried her head in Trent’s shoulder, instead.
Trent spoke for her. “She was well satisfied,” he supplied. Then he shifted his seat, his rigid cock pressing into Charlotte’s thigh. “Me, on the other hand,” he murmured to Charlotte with a grin. Then he whispered, “Later?”
She nodded, enjoying the feel of his scratchy chin at her cheek.
Charles continued to speak at the front of the room. “My love deserves a reward. And I aim for her to have one.”
“Would you like me naked?” Mary asked as she began to tug her sleeves down her shoulders.
“Not completely,” he said to stop her. “But I want to see your nipples. So, you may lower your chemise.”
Mary immediately shoved the shoulders of her gown down and bared her breasts for him. And Charlotte could tell it was for him, because Mary did not perform for the crowd. She performed for her husband. He lifted a crooked finger and swiped the back of it across her nipple. “So lovely,” he crooned. He was right. Mary’s breasts were heavy and full, tipped with dark crowns and thick nipples. Nipples so puckered that Charlotte wanted to taste them.
“Beautiful, isn’t she?” Trent asked low in Charlotte’s ear. His hand skimmed Charlotte’s belly, drawing a silky little pattern across her skin. Her pussy clenched in anticipation and warmth flooded her thighs. He would have a big wet spot on his trousers if he didn’t stop touching her.
“She’s very beautiful,” Charlotte agreed.
“Would you like to taste her nipples?” he murmured in her ear. His hand moved from her belly to cup her breast.
“Me?” Charlotte jerked in his arms. She nearly wanted to run to Mary and do so. But she couldn’t. She just couldn’t.
“Perhaps next time,” he acquiesced with a nod. Trent caught Charlotte’s nipple between his thumb and forefinger, and began to roll it behind the clothing she still wore. “I’d love for you to be naked in my lap,” he said.
She buried her face in his neck again, her breaths coming in little pants, already, just from him touching her breast. God, she’d never felt like this. Not even with Mary.
Across the room, a man dropped onto a settee and a lady lowered herself to rest between his knees, facing him. She didn’t look toward the scene in the middle of the room. She looked at him. Then she began to work the laces of his breeches. She took his rigid cock into her hand and pulled it away from his belly, then lowered her mouth around the crown. He took her hair in his hand and held it to the side. When he noticed everyone’s attention on them, he looked up with a grin. “Please do continue,” he urged with a motion of his hand. “My love was anxious to begin.”
“So, is mine,” Charles said as he kicked a chair into the center of the room and encouraged Mary to sit. She did so gingerly, balancing herself on the edge.
“My pet would like to assist,” the man with the naked lady at his feet called out.
Charles inclined his head toward the naked woman. “Is that true?” he asked of her.
“Everyone here has a choice,” Trent whispered in her ear. “No one is made to do anything they don’t desire.” Charlotte nodded. But then Trent’s hand stole over to her other breast and began to wreak the same havoc on her other nipple. A thumping began within her thighs. A clenching. A tightening. Much like the way she’d felt that afternoon. But better. More delicious.
“Come forward,” Charles said, motioning for the lady. She walked across the floor on her knees. “Her breasts are yours,” he informed her.
“Her name is Grace,” Trent whispered.
Grace gingerly and delicately cupped Mary’s breasts in her hands and lifted one toward her waiting mouth. But, instead of drawing it inside, she flicked her tongue against it quickly, making the firm roundness of the breast shimmy and shake as she flicked it across the distended little nub. Mary’s eyes closed and her mouth fell open. She leaned back in the chair, and Grace came even farther forward, spreading Mary’s skirt-clad legs and settling between them. With a slurping sound, she finally drew Mary’s nipple into her mouth. Mary cried out softly.
“May I bare your breasts?” Trent asked, close to her ear. Charlotte looked down, and he’d tugged the bodice of her gown low enough that the edge of her nipples could be seen. She looked around the room. There were people in various states of dress around the perimeter. One woman with her a man’s head between her thighs. Another on a man’s lap as she guided his cock into her.
“Oh, dear God,” she whispered to herself.
“If it takes that long to respond, I’ll assume the answer is no.” He tugged her bodice back up but continued to play around her nipples through the fabric. “When you’re ready,” he warned, “I will be, too.” He felt ready there at her hip.
“How is it that you’re able to deny yourself?” she had to ask.
“It’s called self-control, my darling,” he drawled. “Real men have it.” He tweaked her nose lightly. Then he bent his head and nibbled at her nipple through her dress. “I want to taste them so badly,” he murmured.
Charlotte turned her body toward him, so that she wasn’t facing the others. Only he could see her, unless someone really wanted to look. “Then do it,” she whispered.
His gaze shot up to meet hers.
“It’s all right,” she whispered. Then she tugged her bodice below her breasts, and her breasts popped free. She closed her eyes tightly. What if he didn’t like them?
He cupped them in his hands, his fingers splayed on the outsides, his thumbs toward the centers. He groaned aloud. “God, you’re beautiful,” he gasped. Then he tugged her nipple into his mouth and began to gently ply it with his tongue. His gaze met hers, his eyes limpid brown pools that she could drown in if he didn’t catch her fall.
A cry sounded in the room, and Charlotte looked over her shoulder to find Charles rearranging Mary in the chair. He shoved her skirts above her thighs, parted her legs, and draped one over each arm of the chair. Mary watched his face as he did it, and obviously delighted in the look of satisfaction that appeared on his face. Her most private parts lay open, her skirts bunched around her waist, her breasts bare. “You may move to the side, Grace,” Charles instructed quietly. “Don’t stop. Just move over.”
Charlotte wanted to turn around to watch what was happening in the middle of the room, but she didn’t want to make Trent stop his ministrations. She warred in her own head about how to accomplish the task. Then Trent took it upon himself to lift his head and he moved to tug her bodice up. She stopped him, and turned around in his arms, then leaned back against him and raised his hands to cover her breasts. He did so, catchin
g her nipples between two fingers of each hand. He arched his hips against her, letting his cock slide along her thigh. She felt an insane desire to take him inside her.
“Soon, it will be our turn,” he said softly in her ear, his voice no more than a low rumble. “I’ll take you to a private room, and I’ll slide inside you so slowly that you’ll want to expire with the anticipation of it.”
Her sheath clenched, as though she could already feel him there.
“Look at Mary,” he encouraged.
Mary’s ass hung on the edge of the chair, her delicate folds open and exposed to the air. Her slit wept with moisture, slick and ready for Charles. Mary’s hands clutched Grace’s head to her breast, and another woman joined the first at Charles’ urging, and Mary grabbed for her head, too, her eyes rolling back momentarily in pleasure as both women suckled and licked greedily at her breasts. “Charles,” Mary cried, her voice a mewling little sound.
Trent rocked beneath her when he heard it, obviously moved by the woman’s impassioned plea.
“What do you want, love?” Charles asked softly.
“I want to please you,” Mary said with a sensuous grin.
“Oh, you do,” Charles groaned as he dropped to his knees in front of her. He snapped his fingers and a servant rushed forward, then opened a velvet lined box. The servant wiped his own sweaty brow with his forearm. Charles pulled from the box a heavy, blown glass object.
Charlotte looked back at Trent, who whispered, “It’s made of glass.”
“What does it do?” she whispered back.
His chuckle was his only response. Trent took his hands from her breasts and tugged her bodice up. Charlotte made a startled little protest, but then his hands began to ruche the skirt of her dress, drawing it up slowly, inch by inch. “May I touch you?” he asked when he reached her naked thigh.
If he didn’t, she would explode with want. His hand slid between the open slit of her drawers and toward her heat. He slid a finger into her curls and said in her ear, “So wet for me.”
She wanted to bury her face in his neck again, but then Charles put the blown glass object, shaped like a man’s cock, at the open folds of his wife’s pussy. With his free hand, he parted her flesh, and Charlotte saw her pink skin, anxious and glistening. “Please, Charles,” Mary moaned. The women who paid attention to her breasts pulled their mouths from her so that they could look down and see what he was doing, but they continued to toy with her nipples with their fingertips.
“Don’t be so impatient, love,” Charles crooned. He pressed gently at her pussy, sliding through her juices with slick abandon. Mary rocked her hips, trying to force it inside, but he wasn’t ready. He pushed gently at her hole, still spreading her lips with his thumb and forefinger. Then he moved that thumb up to gently rock against her clit as he slid the cock inside her.
Mary cried out loudly. And so did many of the occupants of the room. On the settee, one man drew his partner up to straddle him, and slid inside her at that moment.
“I want to fuck you so bad I can barely stand it,” Trent breathed in her ear. He sounded tortured. But he didn’t even move to take his cock out. Instead, his fingers played in her wetness, testing the puffy swollen tissue of her lips, gliding slowly across them and up to that little nub that she so desperately wanted him to touch.
“You can have me,” Charlotte groaned as she tossed her head back and forth across his shoulder. She reached for the laces of his trousers, but he brushed her hand away with a gentle movement.
“Tonight is for you, my darling,” he said roughly in her ear.
For her. She’d never had a moment for her. Ever. Not until today. And now he wanted to give her another. Tears came to her eyes.
His hand stilled. “Are you all right?” he asked, his face worried and fretful.
“I’m happy,” Charlotte sniffed.
He chuckled as she settled more firmly against him and arched her hips against his hand. “Then smile, damn it, instead of crying.” That made her want to cry even more.
“Why does he use the glass cock?” she whispered to him.
“He doesn’t like to fuck her in public,” Trent informed her.
Wasn’t he already fucking her in public?
“He can bring her to climax without fucking her.” Trent dragged his index finger across Charlotte’s clit, and watched her face as he found a rhythm she liked. Charlotte wanted to close her eyes and let the pleasure seep through her body until it exploded. But what was going on with Mary was much too interesting.
Charles slid the cock in and out of his wife slowly. And Mary rocked her hips, trying to take more of it with each thrust. Instead of giving it to her, he continued his slow movements, and Mary began to gasp with each thrust. She directed the women at her breasts to use their mouths again, and one began to suckle each nipple. Mary cried out, and strong, breathless cries echoed around the room.
Charlottes own pants became noticeably louder, but she didn’t care. Trent rocked his hand forward and thrust two digits inside her, rocking the base of his hand at the top against her clit. It was just enough pressure to drive her mad.
Mary grunted and cried out, frustration evident in her voice.
“Shall I take pity on you?” Charles asked Mary with a smile.
“Please, Charles,” Mary cried.
Then Charles sped up his thrusts with the glass cock, sinking every inch inside Charlotte. The slurpy sound of its entrance and retreat smacked around the room.
Charlotte nearly lost her breath. Her limbs began to quake, and Trent slid an arm around her waist. “I have you,” he whispered, his fingers moving inside her as the heel of his hand rocked against her clit. “You can fall.”
She couldn’t. Not yet. And neither could Mary. But then Charles leaned forward and licked across Mary’s clit. Mary nearly exploded. But Charles obviously knew what she needed. He sucked her clit gently, creating pressure against it with an insistent tug. Mary cried out, clutching fearfully at the ladies’ hair at her breasts, their own mewling sounds buried in Mary’s flesh. Charles sucked gently and rhythmically, with Mary looking into his eyes. Then with one large keening wail, Mary climaxed. She cried out, her shout loud enough to shock the room.
Trent grunted beneath her but didn’t stop. “Fall,” he said in Charlotte’s ear. Then she did. She jointed Mary in her climax, her body quaking and shivering as she came. And came. And came. Her sheath spasmed, sucking and milking Trent’s fingers as he continued to move, his strokes becoming softer and easier as her body’s reaction began to slow. Charlotte relaxed into him, her body languorous and tired, and still quivering. “There now,” he said in her ear. Then he slid his fingers from her and raised them to his lips. They were shiny with her cream, yet he raised them to his lips and sucked them clean. Charlotte was sure she flushed scarlet at the sight. She’d never seen any such thing.
A pleasant little noise sounded from the middle of the room, and Mary giggled when Charles picked her up in his arms and started for the door. “Good night, all,” she called with a friendly wave.
Charlotte assumed that he would go fuck her now. And that Trent would do the same with her. But he didn’t. He pushed her to her feet, waiting while she righted herself enough to stand on her wobbly legs, and then adjusted her clothing and tucked her hair back into a neat knot. As neat as he could get it at least. It really didn’t matter.
“Is there somewhere that’s private?” Charlotte asked him as she stepped on tiptoe to touch her lips to his.
He scooped her up in his arms and headed for the door. “I fully intend to take you home with me, where you will share my bed. Do you agree?” He looked expectantly at her. Even after being hard for hours, he was still willing to let her decide.
“I want to share your bed,” she said, hugging her arms around his neck.
And with that, he carried her to his coach and tucked her inside. Then he joined her. He pulled her into his arms and was content to let her head rest on his shoulder
. Within moments, the gentle rocking of the coach and the pitter of his heartbeat rocked her toward sleep. “Thank you,” she murmured as she nestled into him.
“You’re welcome,” he said gently, brushing the hair from her brow. “Sleep now.” And Charlotte did.
Her Gift – The Butterfly House
By Laurel Bennett
Charlotte blinked her eyes open slowly as the sun filtered in through the slit in the curtains. She looked around at the unfamiliar chambers and felt an uncommon sense of peace. She rolled beneath the counterpane to face the other side of the bed, and frowned at the site of the empty space beside her. She lifted Trent’s pillow to her nose and breathed in his scent. He smelled of sandalwood and spice. Her gaze darted around the room. Where was he?
The last thing she remembered was him gently undressing her and sliding beneath the counterpane with her, both of them naked. He’d pulled her into his chest and rested her head on his shoulder. Then he’d begun to stroke the length of her hair, letting it slide between his fingers as he moved from the top of her head to where it draped across the pillow. He tested the strands between his fingers as he spoke casually about the future.
He’d very softly asked for her to close her eyes, even though closing her eyes was the last thing she’d wanted to do. She wanted to make love to him. Or at least have him make love to her. She had no idea how to accomplish the former, but she had a sneaking suspicion that he could teach her all the things he liked. That was the last thing she remembered. And now, it was morning, he was gone and she was alone.
They still hadn’t consummated their relationship. Could one consummate a relationship? Charlotte wasn’t certain. The Duke of Randallshire was known for his prowess in the bedchamber. Yet all she’d gotten from him so far was a thoroughly enjoyable experience with a woman he sent solely for Charlotte’s pleasure and a fierce orgasm brought about by his talented fingers in the middle of a crowded room. She threw the counterpane to the side and sat up on the edge of the bed. The man would be inside her before the day was over. She would bet her life on that.
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