“How was that, Bastian? Did you enjoy it? I promise you, there is more. Do not get too relaxed. Come here. I want you to practice on me now. On the bed with you, and I want you to kneel on all fours. Diego, cover my friend’s eyes. He needs to learn.”
Bastian followed her instructions, but decided to do this his way. He has wanted to kiss her from the first time he saw her at the piazza. He has wanted to fuck her tits suck on them. If he had to do this blindfolded, he might as well learn how to do this the proper way.
He leaned forward and kissed her hard. She moaned into his mouth and clasped the back of his head. Someone reached for his soft cock. Fuck! Someone is going to suck it while—Christ! Trying not to say anything, Bastian moved down Donatella’s body, using his chin as his guide. Pressing his cheek to the round slope of her breast, he turned precisely at the right time.
Bastian’s lips aligned with her nipple, and he drew it out with a gentle tug of his teeth. She groaned, “Bite me harder. Harder, please, Bastian.”
He complied before moving to the other. One of the servants continued to suck him off, making him delirious, while the other bent over behind him, cupping his ass. Christ! All the sensations were maddening.
Bastian moved down Donatella’s voluptuous body until his mouth reached the apex of her thighs. He stopped for a moment and nibbled one side then repeated the same on her other. Taking another pause, he breathed in the scent of her sex. She was wet, and he could not help wanting to indulge in her taste. Dipping his head, he licked her folds. Slick and sticky, he took in her essence and that of the servant who had spilled into her previously.
It was in that moment, while he delighted in eating her cunt, that he felt the instant sting of something being inserted into his ass. However, the man now sucking his balls made it tolerable.
Up and down, in and out, Bastian’s tongue moved. Donatella murmured something in her own heady state before her thighs closed in around his head. As she screamed, he continued to suck her nub and lick up her juices. He spilled into the servant’s mouth again.
Collapsing onto his side, Bastian ignored the fact that he had been sodomized and pleasured by another man. He had learned a most vital lesson—women enjoyed sexual congress more than they let others believe. They desired to be bound, blindfolded, and under the proper circumstances, dominated. Women didn’t mind submitting, if done properly.
The memory left him hard and in a predicament. He needed relief, and his hand wouldn’t suffice, nor did he desire Mary Elizabeth’s company.
Bastian set his glass down and strode to the door, where his butler stood ready with his coat and hat. “When shall we expect you to return, sir?”
“I am heading to Martine’s establishment, Cedric. Go to bed. I know not when I will return.”
Tonight he would ask for two women, and while neither would submit to him in the way he instructed Mary Elizabeth, he looked forward to being thoroughly distracted.
* * * *
Cordelia walked with the marchioness through the city streets, wondering if she would truly find anything that would aid in keeping her disguised. For the first time in her life, Cordelia felt guilty, dishonest, and out of place. She kept her head down, avoiding eye contact, and lucky enough, her hood kept her recognizable hair hidden.
“I feel awkward, my lady. This was entirely a bad idea, not to mention bad form.”
“Pish posh, Cordelia. However, I have to ask, and please forgive my impertinence. Do you not miss any of this? You owned one of the most sought after wardrobes and a well-designed, elegantly decorated home. Surely the country does not compare to any of town’s conveniences?”
Cordelia stopped just outside a supply shop and looked up slowly ’til her gaze met with her companions’. “I do miss it, to a degree, but I am done. That was then. This is now. I have Matthew’s welfare to consider.”
“You could offer him more, if you returned to your station. While your wealth would not be the same, your son would have the same privileges as any other well-born son.”
Isabel raised a valid point, but the fact remained that no one would ignore that her son was a bastard. Bastian’s offspring and heir. If people recognized her, what would they say? Would they come up to her and question where she had been all this time? What if they saw her with Matthew? Would they put the details together and see the resemblance?
Panic crept up her spine, until the only thing she could think of was leaving. Cordelia clasped onto the marchioness’ wrist and started walking back in the direction they had come.
“What in heaven’s name are you doing? We still have yet—”
“Please, I will explain…I…we…need to get out of here. I cannot do this. I need my son.”
“But Matthew is with my nursemaids. He is in perfect health and in capable hands.”
“You would not understand. Please, I would like to leave.” Cordelia pleaded as they approached their carriage.
Isabel stared at her with confusion, but stepped into the wagon silently. Guilt washed over Cordelia in waves. She was confused herself. The main purpose of going to town was to find new clothing for her and her son. The marchioness had been generous enough to cover the cost of the items, given she no longer had access to her husband’s accounts.
Whatever pin money she had left after the accident, she had stowed away for whatever needs she had and for the expense of her and her son whilst living in the small and cramped cottage.
“Whatever has you spooked, Cordelia?”
“I was afraid. Afraid that someone would recognize me. Honestly, I have no idea why I thought going to town myself was a good idea. I will just send Davy along with Missus Miller, and once they have picked up the items, then I can see to visiting Bastian at his estate. Perhaps Lord Thompson would be able to assist with that. Do you think the marquess would aid me?”
She watched as the marchioness looked down and folded her hands in her lap. “I know not of what he will say upon the matter. However, I am certain he would help you, as long as he had your promise that you mean no harm. Much has transpired, and from what I know, Lord Wycliffe man grieved. He mourned for so long now, that he has only begun to return to society as a man ready to take on the world.”
Now what does she mean by that? “Isabel, do you mean to say he is courting another woman?”
“If courting is what you would like to call it… Let me be frank, my dear—the man has frequented Martine’s establishment. ’Tis rumored that she is trying to turn her girls into reputable courtesans, and apparently, an offer on some red-headed gel of hers has been made…proposed… Who knows what is true or not? I would caution you to proceed gently. I imagine that man will take ill the moment he sees a ghost from his past.”
“That is precisely why I need someone strong with me. I have not ventured to those parts in some time now, and I need someone who will prepare him for the visit. There simply is no other way for us to do this.”
Or is there?
The thought had crossed her mind to have the marquess invite him to Stoughton Hall, but it would inconvenience the family even more, and she simply could not bring herself to ask any more favors of them. Having the marquess bring her to Bastian’s estate after dark was the only manner on how to deliver her proposal.
Chapter Three
Bastian lay back with his arms crossed behind his head. The two ladies had done a marvelous job taking care of his relief. When he then requested they help each other achieve theirs’, he observed with amusement how lovely they looked caressing each other. His cock began to swell again as he watched one of the girls on bended knee licking the others’ cunt. The soft moans and hungry lapping made him crazy.
“My lord, you should join us. We should not be the only ones experiencing pleasure.”
The invitation had him vaulting from the bed. He picked up the dark haired girl and placed her on the bed, lying down flat, before turning to the blonde. “You, my dear, can continue what you started. Get on all fours, and I
shall fuck your cunt from behind. Perhaps I might even play with your tight little arse.” He slapped her on her creamy white rear. “Tell me, Daisy, have you ever had anyone fuck you in the ass?”
She only grinned and then whispered, “No, my lord, I shall reserve that honor for you.”
“A most excellent answer.”
Daisy crawled on all fours in between the others’ legs and began to lap up the girl’s juices.
Damn. I can smell her from back here. The sudden need to eat her himself was strong, but for now, Daisy’s ass had to do.
Bastian dipped his fingers into her pussy, and then tasted her. It was the most wonderful scent of sex he had experienced in a while. His release, mixed with her juices—heaven. He fingered her again, this time taking a moment to pitch her swollen nub. Up and down his fingers slid, until he planted a smack on her mound. Daisy moaned into the other girl’s pussy. The room’s essence was purely hedonistic. God, how I love fornicating.
“Enough of this, Daisy, I’m going to fuck you hard. No one is to release until I say so,” he ground out through clenched teeth. Then, he rammed into her and rubbed her cunt again. Only this time when he withdrew his fingers from her sex, he brought his finger to the puckered hole of her bottom.
In and out, he continued to pump into her, while every so often dipping his finger into her pussy to lubricate her rear. Until the haze now beginning to fill him became interrupted with the needy moan of the girls. “No coming until I say so, ladies,” he growled.
He slowed down his pace until his balls began to draw up close to his body tightly. Bastian slowly and effortlessly slid a finger inch by inch into Daisy’s ass. Her cheeks clenched at his intrusion, so he pulled his finger out and slapped her bottom.
“Now, now, sweetheart, I’m not finished.” He would wait until he blew his load into her, and then he would ask if she would entertain more later that night.
“Damn it!” His release imminent, he shouted, “Now, girls. Fucking come loud and hard. Daisy, do not stop eating her cunt until I say so.”
Pumping furiously now, he tensed as pulled out, spilling his seed over her asshole. When Daisy began to cry from her own release, he inserted his finger into her rear to the hilt. The girl on the bottom bucked beneath them from her own orgasm.
Bastian collapsed onto the bed next to the girl on the bottom with Daisy on top of both of them. Today’s romp had certainly been a surprise. And if he calculated correctly, they had been at this for six hours straight. A record, since he and Cordelia had once spent five hours doing the same. His Cordelia had demonstrated her submissiveness to him in a way that touched his soul.
His heart wrenched at the memory. He was done for now.
Shouting in the hall caught his attention as he raised his head from the bed.
The door swung open.
“What in damnation are they doing here? Get out! Now! The two of you,” Mary Elizabeth screamed.
Christ! I am in for it now.
“How could you…you…you infernal man! We had an arrangement.”
“That we did, my dear. But we ended it because you wanted to secure a more substantial settlement. What we had was nice, but this,” he gestured to the air between them, “Is no longer an arrangement. Find yourself a protector who will not only satisfy you, but will cater to your every whim. I am sure there is such a man out there who will not hesitate to make you his mistress.”
“I do not want anyone else. I want you!” she cried out.
The proprietor joined them. “What is the meaning of this, Mary Elizabeth?”
Tears streaked her cheeks, and all Bastian could think of doing was getting his clothes back on. He rose from the bed and walked to the chair he had tossed his clothes onto hours ago.
“Need I remind you, Mary Elizabeth that your arrangement with his lordship has ended? And need I remind you that Lord Chalcroft is waiting for you in the parlor. He has made a very interesting and promising proposal and desires to go over the details with the both of us. Come along now. Lord Wycliffe is a paying customer, after all, and has paid handsomely to afford the privacy he desires.”
She turned to him as he buttoned up his jacket. “My lord, if there is anything I can do to rectify this intrusion, just say the word.”
“As a matter of fact, madam, there is one thing you can do.” He looked over at Mary Elizabeth before returning his gaze to the proprietor. “Have Daisy sent to my townhouse around six o’clock. I would like to see how she fares outside of this establishment.”
“Certainly, my lord, I will have her dropped off and our footman will collect her the next morning.”
“No, no, my dear. He may collect her precisely five hours later. Consider it that I am wanting to test out the waters, so to speak.”
The madam smiled and winked. “I understand perfectly, Lord Wycliffe. It is a pleasure doing business with you, sir.”
“Likewise, madam.”
Hopefully, Mary Elizabeth will get the hint that we are through.
As expected, the courtesan arrived at Bastian’s estate at six o’clock, wearing a gown of a scandalous red hugging her fine, feminine curves. Her bosom was nearly bursting, and if he had to guess, she probably wore nothing beneath. Something he appreciated, but was not necessary. His only plan for tonight was to see how well she behaved with company present. He wanted to observe her table manners and how well she could think on a whim.
If he was considering on making the acquaintance of another fine female specimen, she would have to be prepared for all that was expected of him. He could not entertain guests and have a companion who was ill mannered and insulted the expectations of proper decorum. Despite his flair for untamed sexual urges and his need to dominate, he still had to behave like an earl in the eyes of the public. He still had his various tenants and business associates to deal with.
Which is probably what bothered him so much about Cordelia. There was a woman who had impeccable manners and knew how to please him. Unfortunate though that she had belonged to another.
There was not much Bastian regretted in this life. Even coveting the Downsbury’s wife had not bothered him in the least. But he honestly wished that the Duke of Brimley would have ended his life. Things would have been so much easier for them—less complicated and taxing.
That was the only time he had ever considered marriage. But the woman belonged to another, and now she was dead. Fat ounce of good did the situation fare. He physically shook himself. Stop thinking about her, man.
“Your home is quite handsome, my lord,” Daisy addressed as she walked passed him, taking a moment to squeeze his rear. “Do you entertain here often?”
“Sometimes. I imagine now that things have settled, the gents will come calling again, though I do expect to be called to parties and all. If things work out between us, Daisy, and I do say liberally, I am interested in seeing what you have to offer.”
The young woman giggled and flounced over to the dais. “Hmm…I have plenty to offer, my lord. The question is—how much more do you plan on corrupting me?”
Wouldn’t you like to know?
Chapter Four
Cordelia avoided much of her hosts once they returned to Stoughton Hall. She wanted to be the one to ask Lord Thompson for his aid, yet she imagined his lovely wife would likely interfere. She wondered how he would react to the request of him escorting her to Bastian’s home. Would he flatly decline, or would he feel compelled to do the right thing? The faster she spoke to her beloved, the faster she could return to the country.
Who could have imagined that after all this time, she would have no desire to remain in London? Gone were the days of having to keep up with the latest fashions. Long gone were the days when she felt compelled to appease her husband and entertain the snakes that her husband called friends and associates.
What was once her life was now nothing but a shadow of her past, soon to be forgotten. Matthew was her sole concern now. Not even Bastian could change her feelings on that sub
ject. However, she worried how he would react to learning that he had sired the boy. Trepidation ate away at her as she sat at the breakfast table with Matthew, who happily gummed away at her finger.
His birth had been the loneliest experience of her existence, but the joy that had filled her the moment she had held him for the first time was incredible. Rarely did she leave the babe, and she was not about to do so now.
At that moment, the marquess entered the room with his wife, who only smiled.
“I hope you slept well Cordelia?” the marchioness asked, while picking up a biscuit and breaking off a piece.
“I did, thank you, my lady, my lord.”
“Cordelia, we shall have to do something about your addressing us so formally,” the marquess added. “I would much rather prefer that you call us by our given names.”
“I know you would rather I did, but I will not be disrespecting your station whilst being a guest in your house. I hope you understand?”
He only shook his head and smiled at her. “My wife tells me that you are in need of some help—you want to visit with the Earl of Wendelhem. I should be able to give you a hand, though I imagine we might want to make the trip once it is dark. We cannot have all of London seeing who shows up at his door. Can you imagine it? The news headlines would read along the lines of ‘Scandal of the Century.’”
Cordelia snorted. “Very true, my lord.”
“Excellent. We shall depart shortly after eight o’clock. I am positive that my sister and wife will be more than happy to keep little Matthew entertained while we are out.”
“I am most grateful for your assistance and will never forget your kindness.”
“Oh, just one more thing, Cordelia. I have sent ahead Davy with one of the maids, while Missus Miller is still resting, to collect the items you tried to acquire the other day. In addition to the country clothing, my wife and I have decided to indulge a bit and have a little surprise for you later.”
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