"Oh, tarnation." She sat back on her heels and looked up at him. "I don't know what to do." She waited to see what his response would be. He didn't give one.
"I don’t know how I do it."
"However you want to. This is your show and let me tell you, damnable hard it is for me to let it be so," Tony said. "It's rare for me to sit back and not direct the proceedings. Enjoy it whilst you can."
She smiled. "I intend to."
"I wish I knew what game you were playing, Susanna."
"The game of life, my lord. Our lives."
He raised one well-sculpted eyebrow.
Susana saw red. Her hair color was apt. "Oh, well, you said so." With a temerity she hadn't know she possessed she took hold of his cock in both hands, held it still and wrapped her lips around it as far down the length as she could. And sucked for all she was worth.
His skin was soft and slid over a rock hard core. As her mouth tightened, and the head of his prick ticked the very back of her mouth, his juices coated her tongue, salty and warm. Going on instinct she hadn't known she possessed, Susanna let her teeth graze the skin, as she tasted him. It rippled under her ministrations.
"Good Lord, Xiao Māo, you have the knack. If you don't wish me to fill your mouth, you stop now." The warning was clear. "This once I'll give you the choice."
Why should she stop? Susanna perceived she had the upper hand. This time was for him. She hoped another time would be for her. With one hand she tugged his pantaloons down a further inch or so to expose the two tight balls of flesh either side of his cock. As an experiment she rolled one between her thumb and forefinger and she swirled her tongue over the tip of his cock. Then she pulled him hard into her mouth once more. His prick hardened as she nipped and soothed and he held her head in place. That tight clasp, so she couldn't move back was an inkling of how life could be. She loved it. Her legs were damp as her juices trickled over them.
"That's it, my perfect lady. I am, argh, sweet Xiao Māo, tis no…now." He groaned the words as his cock swelled and filled her mouth with the results of her ministrations. Susanna didn't even have time to think. She swallowed each and every drop of the thick salty cum, until his cock grew limp. Only then did he release his grip on her hair and allow her to lift her head.
"Ah…" He stopped and Susanna watched as he moistened his lips with his tongue. "Perfect."
Applause echoed around the theatre once more, and Susanna stifled a giggle.
"Do you think that's for me?"
"We'd better hope not, but it should be. That was exquisite. You are a perfect pupil. Shall I return the favor? Oh I think so." He didn't give Susanna time to answer. "Lift your skirts to your waist, sit on the chair and hold onto the arms. Tuck your ankles around the legs. No one can see you there except me. This is for us alone. Do you think you'll need a gag?"
Susanna blinked. "Why would I, oh…" She felt her body heat, and knew once more color must stain her skin. "Er, perhaps." She knew only too often how she frequently stuffed the coverlet in her mouth to stop her sighs and gasps alerting the household to her activities. "In fact, yes. But what?"
"Sit."
I'm not a dog. However, in spite of her inclination to say wuff-wuff, Susanna sat as Tony had directed.
He tucked her gown tightly around her waist and smiled at her. "I think this time you should watch." He stroked her from her waist downward, slowly ruffling the curls of her quim, before letting one finger touch her nub and caress the opening to her channel.
"These should go. I have a desire to see your pretty cunt in all its naked glory. If we continue, I will be delighted to be your barber."
She moaned. Those words along with that slight touch, had created so much cream, and when he put his fingers to his mouth and sucked, a fresh gush dripped onto her leg.
"Definitely a gag. I wonder how loud I can make you scream?" He paused. "Later."
She stared as he lifted the serviette from the trolley the waiter had left, and rolled it into a ball.
"Open." She opened her mouth and he carefully put the soft linen inside. "All right?" he asked softly. "Nod if you are happy."
Susanna nodded. Happy was perhaps not the right word. Excited, apprehensive, quivering, all fitted the bill. Her skin tingled with the thoughts of what he may be about to do. Susanna was book wise but experience poor, and eager to learn first hand how different a climax was by someone else's ministrations. She clasped her hands onto the arms of her chair, and tucked her legs carefully round the bottom of the chair. The wood was warm over her silk stockings, and the contrast between that and her bare quim was more erotic than Susanna thought possible. She remembered his words. He would like her cunt truly bare and he would be her barber? Oh, my. Yes, please…
Tony stared at her for a long minute. Then he opened her right hand to place his snuffbox in it. "If at anytime you're not happy, drop my snuff box. As you can't speak, we have to have a way of communication. Nod if you understand." Susanna nodded. I wish he'd hurry up. What if the play ends and I still haven't come by his hand? I will be bereft. To say nothing of angry.
Tony's eyes glittered. He took up another serviette and set it beside him, as he knelt on the floor much as she had earlier. His prick still hung free from his pantaloons and to Susana's amazement it was once again standing up out of its nest of curls. He stroked it from base to tip and collected the tiny drops of pre-cum onto his fingertip.
With his other hand Tony took the serviette out of her mouth. Susanna was dismayed by the disappointment she experienced. Was that it?
He held his hand to her lips. "Taste. This is what you do to me."
Susanna let him coat her tongue. His essence tasted warm and salty. She licked her lips to get the tiny drops he'd stroked on them.
"Well?"
"Very well. May I have more?" Her voice was husky. Was that her pleading? Later she might feel embarrassed at her temerity, but not now. Now she needed to be open about her desires.
"Perhaps. Later. If you are good. Wickedly good." He returned the wad of cloth to her mouth, and bent his head to her cunt.
At the first touch of his tongue on her clitoris Susanna knew why she needed the gag. He stroked her from cunt to arsehole with long, delicate licks. Each one increased the tension in her body. Her skin was too tight for her body, the hairs on her head ached with tension and every nerve end was on high alert. It seemed as if she was watching from a great height. In one part of her mind, she registered the catcalls and applause from the auditorium, but nothing mattered except his touch. Tony pushed her legs apart, and ran the tip of his tongue inside her channel. Her juices gushed.
Thank goodness for the gag. Even in her aroused state Susanna had enough of her wits about her to know she would scream without it. Her own ministrations had taught her how close to the little death she was. She began the first exciting shake. The one where she knew oh so soon she'd fall over the edge, and into the abyss of ecstasy and satiation. She closed her eyes to deepen her sensations. Tony's grip on her legs tightened, and then he moved up and over her.
Susanna glanced at him from under her lowered eyelids. He held his cock in one hand and guided it toward her cunt.
"Now, Xiao Māo, this is for you. Relax, and let me show you what we can be." Slowly he slid the head of his prick over her cunt lips and then used her cream to aid his access. Inch by inch he eased in, and waited until she relaxed. Then it began again. Each time he moved further, Tony nipped her nub, or kissed her ear.
"Now, it’s now." He surged the last inch and Susanna blinked as tears of pleasure cared her lashes. "And come now." He pinched her nub once, bent to bite the soft skin of her rounded bosom, and surged in and out of her twice. She shook as she tumbled into oblivion, and then to her distress he pulled out, to spill over the spare serviette.
The roars increased. Shouts of bravo echoed around them, along with 'more' and 'encore'.
It seems we all came to completion at the same time.
Chapter Seven
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Was it possible to see stars as you spilled your all? Tony determined it was. More than once. How he summoned up the willpower to withdraw and spill over the linen he'd remembered to put handy he couldn't imagine. All he wanted was to thrust ever deeper and ever harder into Susanna. Watch her fall apart around him, and to splinter into tiny pieces as his seed filled her, and mixed with her cream. Instead he grit his teeth and pulled out at the last minute.
He gave himself the luxury of slumping forward for one brief moment, before he knelt back and mopped up the sticky remnants of his seed from his cock. He pulled up his pantaloons and winced as the material scraped his tender skin. His cock, half erect, didn't sit quite as it should and he readjusted it, conscious of Susanna's gaze on his movements.
"One minute, sweet Xiao Māo, and I will make you presentable to the world. This perfect sight is for me alone." Her skin was still flushed and little trembles of tiny climax still rippled through her.
Tony took the saliva-dampened cloth from Susanna's mouth, and kissed her hard. "That, my love, is a prequel if you want. But now we need to make haste." He dipped the cloth into her half full glass of wine, and stroked it over her quim. "You may smell as if you've drunk the bottle, but better than smelling of sex."
She went white. "Oh sweet lord, yes." Her voice was husky, and he passed his wine to her. "Drink this. Your mouth will be dry now. I have better gags but this was a case of make do and use." As she sipped the liquid, Tony accepted he would never drink wine again without remembering this moment. The way her virginal channel enclosed his prick, the resistance her maidenhead put up and then the acceptance of his mastery. He had to have more, and soon.
Tony pulled her dress down and the top of her bodice up. Even though he hadn't given in to temptation and taken her nipple into his mouth, his love mark was clearly visible over the neck of her gown. "Damn, I seem to have left my mark." He traced the red stain with his finger.
Susanna looked down to where his hand rested.
"Ah, I will wrap my shawl around me." She giggled somewhat shakily. "I wondered why so many ladies felt a need for one on a warm summer evening. No wonder the modistes are hard pressed to keep up with the demand for lightweight opaque silks."
Tony nodded. He'd been the welcome customer of several such modistes in the past. "Then, love, perhaps you better. I think Mr. Keane has taken his final bow, and I dare say we're about to be disturbed." He took her hand and squeezed it. She returned the gesture.
"Will you be able to converse sensibly about this drama we've allegedly seen?" Tony asked her as he unlocked the door to the box, and poured himself a fresh glass of wine. "And if so, perhaps you should fill me in on the salient parts."
"She dies, he's distraught. Mr. Keane excelled himself," Susanna said. "I'll tell Mama I was overwhelmed by your presence and couldn't concentrate. That will silence her."
"Or make her more vocal in her insistence you encourage me to pay you attention?"
Susanna shrugged. "Maybe that's the way to play it. Let her think I'm not averse to your attentions and play along?"
"And make me out the cad when I don't offer?" Tony shook his head. "That does not sit comfortably with me. Think again."
If looks could kill, his Mama would be choosing hymns. "Well then, my lord, you decide our fate. I'm stymied."
Tony found that hard to believe. His love, and––he accepted––the person he wanted to learn more about, looked at him with no more than polite interest. He wanted so much more than that.
"So, do I say I made you come? So hot and hard I had to gag you? And you want me deep inside you, but that is all?"
She paled and shook her head.
"No, I thought not. Therefore, let's work together and be honest. Perhaps it is time for you to tell me why you begged me not to offer for you, and then gave yourself to me in such a perfect way? Why I want to fuck you over and over and make you truly mine?"
She was quiet for so long he wondered if she would answer. Then she took such a deep breath he was amazed her breasts didn’t pop out of her gown. "Can we take time to talk properly?"
"I'll pick you up for a ride in the park tomorrow. At eleven. Be dressed for the phaeton…after, I will take you to Sentern House and we will talk."
Susanna bit her lip and then, just as he debated whether to shake her for an answer, she nodded. "I'll be ready."
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By the time Tony dismissed his valet and stripped and changed into his banyan before bed his head whirled, and it wasn't the fault of inferior brandy. Almost immediately after they had firmed their plans to meet, there had been a rap on the door that connected their box to the one adjacent. He called a discrete "come in", and Jane and Stephen interrupted him and Susanna. He ignored the look that passed between the ladies: knowing, intimate and satisfied. It set alarm bells ringing inside his head.
It also made him wonder just who was seducing whom, and why.
He knew what he was doing. He rather thought he'd succumb before too long and offer for Susanna. The evening's activities had interested him enough to know any coupling in the future would be with her and no one else. If only she agreed and was happy with his desires. To judge by the last few hours, she might well be. He took Susanna's arm.
"Chin up and be haughty. Emulate Lady Danvers."
Susanna grinned. "I do feel somewhat disheveled, but I also want to put on a most superior grin and tell those poor misguided fools who never experience what I just have, how sad and pitiful and empty their lives must be."
Tony burst out laughing. "I so agree."
Stephen winked at him. It seemed Jane and Stephen had also passed their time agreeably. Probably not giving their full attention to the play. However, as a married couple, they could at least be left alone without scandal. He had to protect Susanna's reputation.
The four of them proceeded to make a great show of leaving, from the same box. Tony ignored the knowing looks and nudges from their peers as he escorted Susanna out of the theatre and into his coach.
Once inside the chat became general, and it was obvious none of them had seen much of the performance after the interval. He'd have to hunt the darned poem out and make sure he could make an educated comment about it. Damn Byron and his verses.
He delivered Susanna to her door and bowed punctiliously over her hand in front of a benign Major Domo. Once Stephen and Jane left him, he dismissed the coachman and walked to clear his head. He'd missed something regarding his dealings with Susanna, and he didn't know what. Even now as he climbed into bed he still had no idea what elusive thought he should have. Why would she be insistent he didn't offer for her and then give herself to him without any terms and conditions? Something was wrong with that scenario.
Several hours later he accepted he wasn't going to sleep the sleep of the just and righteous, and lit his candle, to allow him to descend the stairs to the library. A glass of very superior brandy, a perusal of the newspaper and a think were in order.
The embers of the library fire were glowing enough for him to rekindle them. Soon the coals were blazing, and he was able to sit out in his old leather chair, stretch his legs out in front of him, and swirl the liquor around the bulbous glass.
Tony always prided himself on his methodical mind, but that seemed to have gone to the wind over the last few days. Instead he was bemused and bewitched by a pair of fine green eyes and a redhead who he suspected lived up to the temper said to go with the color of her hair. He would never have said red hair appealed to him, especially a red haired muff, but after their evening together it could become a firm favorite. Well, not the muff, but the rest. He laughed under his breath. The seduction scenario was appealing more and more.
Tony began to plot.
Chapter Eight
An hour before Tony was due to collect her, Susanna’s nerves were shot. Not that she would let anyone know that. She smoothed her riding habit, twitched her hard won curls—straight hair was the spawn of the devil—and strove not to bite h
er nails. Why did it take so long for the clock to reach eleven?
When, right on time, her mother's Major Domo announced Tony had arrived Susanna was a nervous wreck.
Did her rear look overlarge? Was her bosom smooth under her gown? Was her lacy fichu still covering the red mark he'd left on her? Should she wear the bonnet with the pale yellow rosebuds or the one with the green ribbons? Should she have eaten more than one slice of bread, and made sure her tummy didn't rumble? How mortifying that would be. Had Tony changed his mind? The questions jumped around in her mind, all shouting to be answered.
She'd railed at her mother's interference and insistence she should be subservient to Tony during their dealings, and defer to his every utterance. Somehow she didn't think her mother and she thought of subservience in the same manner.
"I will treat him as I think fit," Susanna said finally.
The dowager had narrowed her eyes. "Have you been reading that abominable book by that wretched Wollstonecraft woman again?" she asked Susanna. Suspicion laced her voice, which rose alarmingly. "She is abnormal. Trying to put all sorts of silly ideas into young women's minds."
Susanna sighed. She admired Mary Wollstonecraft, and thought her ideas that women were not inferior to men, just less well educated were sound. However, it would do no good postulating that to Mama.
"Mama, Mary Wollstonecraft has been dead these twenty years," Susana said. "And all I have ever done is read the copy of her Vindication of the Rights of Women I found in the library. Our library, where you told me I should go to improve my mind."
Her mother snorted, and Susanna choked back a snigger. Truly, when her mother got irate she looked like a gobbling turkey. The snort brought to mind a horse in full flight.
Was it polite to compare your mother with an animal? The remembrance of those few minutes, and how her Mama had added that Susanna must be all that was amiable, was enough to set her mood to contrary.
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