Taming His Hellion Countess (The Lustful Lords Series Book 2)

by Sorcha Mowbray

  Cooper wanted to growl as his fury rose once more.

  “And my husband, does he enjoy being watched?”

  Another growl strangled in his throat. She was asking about him?

  “Oh, he was not so interested in being watched, though he did at times seem to enjoy it. He tended to be more focused on the woman he was with, ensuring she enjoyed her time with him.”

  Emily made a choked sound. “I see.”

  “Here now, come sit. This man is receiving extra-special attention tonight. Mistress Lash is here to see to his desires. See how he is strapped to the bench? His arse and bollocks are exposed to her tender mercies.”

  Emily’s voice came out in a whisper. “Miranda, is she going to whip him with that crop?”

  “Oh, quite so. And he is going to relish every moment of it. He loves the bite of the crop on his pink bits.”

  Cooper peeked around the curtain that protected the sitting area near the glass. His wife sat staring in rapt attention as she watched the anonymous man’s backside being striped. The crop landed over and over again, and his wife’s breath seemed to grow more agitated with each blow.

  “Oh my,” she breathed when the man on the bench had a dildo shoved into his backside as Mistress Lash stroked his cock until he came.

  “Come along, we should move to the next window.” Miranda ushered his wife along the corridor as he slipped behind a curtain to hide.

  Once they were seated at the next window, Cooper crept near so he could see and hear. What was his wife doing at The Market? It took great willpower to resist charging into the alcove to demand answers. Somehow, he managed. For the moment.

  Peeking around the curtain, he caught a glimpse of three people entwined. A woman lay on her back with her legs spread as one man feasted on her pussy. Another man was sliding his cock in and out of the woman’s mouth as though he were fucking her.

  Emily sat for a few moments, taking in the activity. “I find it difficult to believe my husband would welcome such an interaction where I am concerned. May we move on?”

  His heart skipped a beat. Could she truly be there for them? For him?

  “Very well.” Miranda rose, and they moved to the next alcove with Cooper shadowing them. Emily’s guide waved a hand toward the next window. “This may be more to your liking.”

  In this next display, a woman was strapped to a spanking bench with her knees on either side. A man knelt near her bottom, where he proceeded to lick her quim. As they watched, he pushed two fingers into her pussy, swirling them about before he withdrew and lifted them to her anus. There, he impaled her on his fingers. She cried out, her hips bucking as he continued to lap at her clit. After stretching her a bit more, he pulled out and reached down to produce a dildo with a wide, flared base. He used a salve to lubricate it before pushing it into her channel. Then he used the same salve to prepare his cock. As Emily watched, her gaze fixated on the scene, he pushed deep in the woman’s arse until his balls rested against her flesh.

  A low moan escaped from Emily as she whipped out her fan and put it to good use. Clearly, she was as affected as he was, with his cock standing at full staff as he imagined doing the same thing to his hellion.

  The two women lingered over the scene until the man and woman both found their release. Once they moved on, Cooper took a moment to shift his aching shaft. At this rate, Emily would quite possibly be the death of him. How many more scenes did she need to view?

  Miranda shuffled them along to the next window, while Cooper contemplated how much longer he would allow this education of his wife to continue. As it appeared she was there of her own volition, the question was: did the erotic scenes excite her? If her breathing was any indication, he would venture to guess she quite liked some of what she’d witnessed. Perhaps he would remain hidden while she viewed a few more scenes…purely in the interest of gauging her response.

  Slipping once more into the main hall and then peeking into the next alcove, he found his wife witnessing a woman playing the role of slave to her master. While he enjoyed being in control, he was not so dominant as to need to make a woman crawl to him, though as he imagined Emily doing so, he could not deny the throb of excitement that pulsed within. Interesting.

  As they watched, the man laid the woman down and showed her two small balls. He promptly inserted them into her cunny. Next, he leaned over her and sucked on one of her nipples until it grew more prominent. Then he attached a small clamp to the peak from which dangled a gemstone. He repeated the action on her other breast. Cooper quickly found himself imagining his wife with emeralds dangling from her beaded tips, and he damn near lost control.

  His body trembling with need for her, he was about to reveal himself when Miranda leaned over and spoke to Emily. “Those balls are the most pleasurable torture I have ever experienced. Watch her carefully now as she serves him dinner.”

  As the woman took a few steps across the room to the sideboard where a meal stood ready, she paused. Her whole body stilled, yet she quaked like a leaf in the wind. She resumed her path across the room only to stop as she reached the food. Her knees gave a little and she hung on to the furniture as her whole body flushed.

  “What has he done to her?” his wife asked her companion.

  “Those balls shift within her channel, rubbing against her walls and causing intense pleasure to the point of orgasm. Each time she stops, she is coming.” Miranda had turned slightly to answer Emily, giving Cooper a glimpse of the pleasure that she was remembering. Clearly an experience to be savored.

  “And the jewels on her nipples? Does that not hurt?” Emily’s forehead scrunched up a bit.

  “Only at first. Just as some people enjoy the bite of the crop, others enjoy the pinch provided by the small clamps attached to the jewels. These two are exploring the pleasure-pain dynamics written about by men such as the Marquis de Sade, though to a much lesser extreme.” Miranda hesitated. “Would you like to move on?”

  Emily shook her head, seemingly unable to reply as she took in the woman in the room coming so hard that her juices had begun to paint her thighs. Cooper found the scene much more erotic than he would have imagined. and considering his wife’s reaction, filed it away for future reference.

  As the woman delivered dinner to the table and then promptly knelt to suck the man’s cock while he dined, Emily shifted on the bench with another low moan.

  After a few murmurs, the ladies rose and moved to the next alcove. Cooper trailed behind them; however, this time, Miranda glanced back and gave him a wink. Damn, she’d seen him. Of course, she would also be aware of who he was since they were well acquainted and the fact that his wife was her companion. He girded his loins for one more display and crept up to peek in. To Cooper’s great horror, he was looking into the gold room.

  Bloody hell! If he had not gone in search of a drink and then been distracted, he might well have been in that room when his wife approached. Though, as he took a gander and realized his friends were deep into their activities, he also realized he likely would have left once they started having sex. It simply would have felt wrong even to be in the room. With a little sigh of relief, he took another look to assess the action. It appeared that Linc and Wolf each had a woman to occupy them, as did Flint, who had arrived after he had departed.

  He looked again and was grateful to realize Emily’s brother was nowhere in sight. In the room, Wolf had a redheaded woman strung up on a coat hook by a cravat tied around her wrists. He was busy spanking her reddening arse. Linc was on the bed with a brunette who wore a dildo strapped to her pelvis as she plunged the stone phallus deep in his arse. And then there was Flint, who was occupied with another brunette and a blonde. The darker-haired girl was riding his cock as the fair-headed one sat on his face. Every so often, the brunette would slide off his cock and the blonde would bend over and suck his rod into her mouth.

  Emily’s breathing grew more labored. And damn it, he couldn’t be sure which of the scenes excited her. He knew whic
h was his favorite. Which he’d prefer to reenact with her, but did her desires align with his? There was only one way to discover the truth. He slipped into the alcove with his wife and Miranda. The woman rose and quickly departed the niche where his wife sat so enraptured by the small orgy before her that she did not notice when he joined her.

  “If I had my choice of the three options, I’d string you up and spank your bottom.”

  Chapter 24

  “Cooper?” Emily’s breath leached from her chest as she stared at what appeared to be her husband. Except, just a moment ago, Miranda, one of the ladies of The Market, had been sitting right there.

  “Good evening, wife.” His dark eyes glittered in the low light of the alcove. “Which of the three vignettes would you choose?”

  Oh, no. He was there. Next to her. And his friends—she had certainly recognized the three handsome men—were just on the other side of the glass. Having sex. A great deal of sex.

  “G-good evening.” Was her face on fire? Her cheeks burned as though someone had set them alight with a match.

  He leaned into her, so close his breath only added to the conflagration that was spreading over her body. “You have yet to answer my question.”

  Every thought her brain had contained fled as soon as he spoke. “Your question?”

  What was her husband doing at The Market? How had he known she would be there?

  “Which would you choose?” He waved his hand toward his friends on the other side of the glass.

  Slowly, she turned her head and took in the scene. Things had progressed since she’d last looked at them. Wolf was now plunging his cock in and out of the tied-up woman’s pussy. With each thrust, she rose up on her toes. Linc was stroking his shaft as he exploded, shooting across the sheets as the woman continued to shuttle in and out of his arse. And then there was Flint, who occupied two ladies. The man had the blonde woman on her knees as he pumped into her from behind while she buried her face between the brunette’s thighs.

  And her husband wished to know which was her preference? He was not angry? He was not shocked that she was there? Apparently, he simply wished to know which grouping appealed to her.

  “Wolf and the redhead.”

  Cooper reached up and drew a finger across her collarbone and down over her cleavage. Gooseflesh rippled across her skin in his wake as her breath hitched.

  “Would you perhaps like to explain how you came to be here this evening?” His voice rumbled in his chest.

  What could she say? She wanted to learn about his sexual preferences? Needed to find a way to learn to trust him? To get him to trust her?

  “I…you…sex.”

  He let a wickedly erotic grin stretch his lips. “Oh, my little hellion. Cat got your tongue?”

  Annoyance bubbled to the surface, pushing past desire and shock. “I am here trying to understand what it is you desire in bed.”

  “I’d be happy to show you what I desire.” He rose from where they sat and held out his hand to her. “Come with me.”

  Determined to seize the opportunity to explore what she had seen earlier with her husband, she stood and took his hand. He led her down the hall and then into a room that was a familiar blue.

  Emily’s mind and heart raced. “Cooper, what if this is someone’s room?”

  He offered a lazy smile as he stripped off his coat. “The doors here remain locked unless the occupant unlocks it—an invitation of sorts—or a member of the staff does. I assure you, Miranda made sure to leave the door unlocked for us once I joined you.”

  “Oh.” Emily could not hide her surprise. Though when she considered her husband’s patronage of The Market and how quickly Miranda had departed upon his arrival, perhaps she should not be astonished in the least.

  Cooper sat on the bench at the foot of the bed. “Come and sit with me, Emily. I believe a chat is in order.”

  Hands trembling, she clasped them together in front of her as she took a seat beside him. He appeared so calm, though she had noticed the rather prominent bulge in his trousers.

  “You saw many things this evening. Perhaps even heard a few that you may have questions about.” For the first time, she spotted the concern in his gaze. “I am at your disposal and will answer them as best as I am able.”

  She blinked. Was her husband finally opening up to her? Trusting her with his secrets? Her heart stuttered. “Do you enjoy tying women up?”

  He nodded. “I do. I enjoy having you at my mercy and knowing that your pleasure is mine to give.”

  “And spanking? You enjoy doing that as well?” She bit her lip as she once more imagined Cooper tying her up and spanking her as Wolf had done to the redhead.

  “If my partner enjoys it, then yes. I do not enjoy inflicting pain for pain’s sake. But a small amount of pain to heighten the pleasure is erotic indeed.” He shifted on the seat beside her.

  Emily had so many more questions now, very specific ones. “How long were you with Miranda and me?”

  “From the first window. I stumbled upon you downstairs.” He tugged at his necktie.

  From the beginning. So, he had heard everything she’d said. Heat splotched her cheeks once more as she focused on her hands in her lap. “And if there were things I viewed that I wanted to try, you would be willing to try them with me?”

  He reached over and tipped her chin up with the edge of his finger until she had no choice but to look him in the eye. “I catalogued every scene that evoked a soft ‘oh my.’ Every moment that caused you to squirm where you sat. Every touch that caused your breath to hitch. And I plan to explore every one with you in time. The question you need to answer is: Do you trust me to see to your pleasure?”

  With their gazes locked and her heart slamming into her chest as though it needed to break free, she considered his question. She reached deep within and pulled out that small, delicate part of her soul that cried out and shrank away from so much exposure. A tear slipped from her eye as the truth nearly brought her to her knees. Silence stretched as she struggled within, even as she watched his face blanch.

  Then she drew a deep breath, his obvious pain pushing her to speak the truth. “I want very much to trust you. I simply don’t know how.”

  Despite the hurt she saw leech into his gaze, he nodded. “I much prefer your honesty to any false words meant to sooth my ego. If you are to learn to trust me, we must be completely honest with each other. If you do not enjoy something we try, you must tell me, and I you. Do you understand?”

  A tendril of fear curled through her, but her desire to learn to trust him was far greater than her concern over emotional damage. “I understand.”

  A small smile curved his lips slightly. “Good. Emily, I want very much to kiss you right now.”

  Her own lips trembled with want. “Yes, please,” she whispered as she leaned toward him.

  He swooped in and captured her lips, and drew his tongue along the seam seeking entrance. When she parted for him, he seized her mouth in an erotic tangling of their tongues. All the sexual tension that had built up as they had moved along the hall of mirrors ignited into a flame of desire that burned so hot, she was certain she’d be scorched.

  Then her husband hauled her into his arms and continued to kiss her as though his very life depended on it. And for the moment, her heart seemed to agree.

  Slowly, he drew away from her mouth to kiss and nibble her sensitive skin as he edged toward her ear. He sucked on the lobe for a moment, causing tingles to spiral down her spine and her nipples to harden beneath her corset. Arms tangled around his neck, all she could do was hang on as he discovered sensitive spots on her body she’d never known existed.

  With his lips making a trail back toward her mouth, his clever fingers unhooked the back of her dress before he tugged and pulled at the laces of her corset.

  She pressed a hand to his chest. “Cooper, let me.”

  And then she stood. Her bodice was loose and slid easily down her arms. Then she reached behind an
d unfastened her skirt as his dark, mesmerizing eyes drank in her movements. Her skirt sagged while she found the ties of her over petticoat, hoop, and then her under petticoat. With everything loose, she pushed the bulk of the material down her legs. Unsure how to step out of the pile of fabric, her dilemma was solved as Cooper scooped her back into his arms and extracted her from the heap. With her pantalets, corset, and chemise all she had on, she stood before him once he set her down.

  “So lovely,” he murmured as he removed his waistcoat and wasted no time in hauling his shirt over his head.

  His chest was trim, though not overly muscled. And while she had seen her husband naked many times, something about the glint in his eye made her heart race as he stepped forward. With economic movements, he stripped her of her corset and chemise. Pausing to heft each breast in his palms, he stroked her puckered nipples with his thumbs. There was no possible way to hide the trembling of her body as she responded to his touch.

  And when he leaned over her to suck one tip into his mouth, she moaned at the sheer bliss of his hot mouth engulfing her flesh. “Cooper,” she whispered, and slid her hands around his head and neck as though she might not let him go.

  He shifted to her other breast, lavishing it with the same attention. With her knees gone soft as aspic, she clung to him to stay upright. He moved her back toward the bench they had recently occupied as he released her breast and untied her pantalets. Naked, she stood before him, both scared and enthralled with all the possibilities that lay ahead.

  “Emily, do you remember the scene where the man was strapped down and whipped?” His rich voice had turned into a low rumbling that stoked the dull throb between her legs.

  She nodded, her mouth gone dry.

  “Speak to me. I need to hear you so I know you are with me in this.”

  She licked her lips and tried to find what little moisture remained in her mouth. “Yes, I remember.”