Название: Three
Автор: Noelle Mack
Издательство: Ingram
Жанр: Эротическая литература
isbn: 9780758243423
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Her elderly husband had not seemed to mind her refusal, since he had married her chiefly for her decorative qualities anyway. And he had cared not a whit that she was no longer a virgin, and had never asked her for particulars on that score.
A good thing, too. She would have hated to explain, with the customary tears and tragic protestations of ruined innocence, that he simply wasn’t the first man who’d bedded her. Or the second. Or even the third.
She had married Bertie for his money, not having a penny to call her own despite her impeccable bloodlines. Fiona’s father, the impoverished son of a venerable earl who was never going to die, had made the match—and as good as sold his only daughter, she often thought.
This particular footman, Summers, had been hired just before Bertie’s death and perhaps had not known of his master’s voyeurism. But Fiona imagined he might well prove a satisfying stud. He seemed to be trying not to look at Sukey as the maid sauntered down the hall to her mistress.
“Come. Prepare my bath,” she said impatiently. “The water is precisely the right temperature. And do not look at me like that. Such impertinence.”
Sukey tossed her head and gave Fiona an insolent look before bending down to the bucket’s handle. She hoisted it with ease and brought it through the doorway without spilling a drop, kicking the door shut behind her like a performing pony.
She lugged the bucket through the bedchamber into a connecting alcove, where a gleaming tub stood on lion’s paws of bronze. There she lifted the bucket high and poured in the hot water all in one go, a crystalline stream that splashed into the cold water already in the bathtub, sparkling in the candlelight. Steam rose from the tub in delicate wisps.
“Shall I undress you, my lady?” Sukey inquired, looking as if she knew perfectly well that someone already had, at least half way. The rumpled state of her mistress’s black velvet gown—the disheveled bed, which looked very much as if someone had been clawing at the covers while in the throes of bliss—gave the evening’s delights away.
Of course, the maid knew nothing of the lovers in the house across the street…Fiona caught a knowing glance from Sukey. Hmm. Perhaps the girl had she seen the show. “There is no need for that, I can manage. Just go.”
Sukey nodded and took her leave, swinging the empty bucket by her side and closing the door quietly enough behind her. Fiona heard the maid’s footsteps echo down the hall and return, then patter down the stairs. Evidently the easily aroused Summers had decamped. Fiona had no doubt that Sukey hoped to finish what she’d started.
If she didn’t waylay Summers, the maid would have to find another man to tease. It was a miracle that Sukey got any work done at all.
Fiona undid the ties of her bodice and let the black velvet gown fall into a heap on the floor, stepping out of it. Since Thomas had already done away with her drawers, she was quite naked, not having bothered with stays.
She pushed the dress aside with one foot and walked to the alcove, enjoying the feel of the cool night air on her heated skin, wearing nothing but the triple strand of pearls. The rim of the bathtub was wide, warmed by the water within, and there she perched, swishing a hand to and fro through the water, anticipating the delicious sensation of a good long soak.
She touched a hand to her tender nether lips, still slick from Thomas’s spunk, wondering if it might be a better idea to wash there first, separately, and deciding that it would.
There was a porcelain ewer and a matching basin resting upon an ebony table in the alcove. Fiona rose, picking up the ewer and dipping it into the tub. She poured the water into the basin and added a soft cloth, wringing it out to just the right juiciness before rubbing it luxuriously between her legs, cleaning herself as thoroughly as a cat.
Stimulating her already far too stimulated flesh in this fashion aroused her once more. She dropped the washcloth back into the basin and stood before the mirror, legs apart, admiring her proud breasts and curving hips for a few seconds. Then Fiona took the little bud that just showed between her nether lips with her forefinger and thumb and stroked it. With womanly delicacy, she increased the speed of her strokes until she felt soft thrills pulse through her body. Fiona closed her eyes, dropping her head back and letting the deeply sensual feeling overtake her.
It was her third climax of the night and much stronger than the two that Thomas had given her before they watched the passionate encounter across the street. A solo session could be extremely enjoyable, she thought dreamily. Of course, she couldn’t very well spank herself or kiss her own flesh or writhe the way she liked to in the powerful grip of masculine hands.
Nonetheless, entirely satisfied, she turned once more to her bath and stepped in, settling into the warm water with a blissful sigh. Fiona watched the candles flicker through half–closed eyes, not thinking of anything at all. Relaxed and happy and delighted to be alone, she lolled in the water until it grew cold.
A draft was coming from the bedroom. Perhaps Sukey had left a window open. Fiona shivered and sat up, reaching for a towel and patting the wet pearls that encircled her neck, then rubbing her breasts and arms somewhat dry.
She gripped the rim of the tub and rose from the still water, dripping and looking about for her new robe. Ah. There it was, on a nearby hook. Its silken folds shimmered in the candlelight, and its elaborate embroidery of full-blown peonies and butterflies seemed to glow. Hardly a practical garment, but then Lady Fiona owned very few garments that fit that description.
Her wardrobe was designed to be alluring. Workaday woolens and puritanical linens were not fabrics that interested her in the slightest. She preferred sheer things, soft things against her sensitive skin. And if her dress and underthings could be easily removed by her lover du jour, so much the better. Being attended by a lady’s maid before and after an amorous interlude had definite drawbacks. Though Sukey, a little hussy if ever there was one, never seemed shocked by anything.
Fiona clambered out of the bathtub rather awkwardly. Well, no one could be a picture of elegance all the time, she thought, not when faced with the peril of falling on a slippery surface and landing on one’s backside with a loud splat.
She tossed the towel with which she had dried her neck onto the floor, and picked up another, wrapping it around her hips and rubbing her bottom slowly and sensually. If Thomas were watching, he would have had her on her knees immediately, her head down and her hands reaching over her hips to spread fully open for him.
He loved to look at her that way, loved to stretch her cunny a bit wider to see the luscious pink of its inside walls before he began the two-fingered fucking she liked so much. Then, before she could have his thick cock, he would give her the royal treatment: prolonged, deeply erotic foreplay followed by delicious bare-bottom disclipine that combined mastery and gentleness. Exactly what the nameless lovers in the house across the street had enjoyed together. Fiona had relished the unexpected show. Very much.
She melted with pleasure when Thomas spanked her that way, not caring if her buttocks quivered under his welcome chastisement—a quivering she could not control and did not want to control, because she knew that the sight aroused him beyond measure.
And she loved the feeling of shameful pleasure that pulsed through her, loved hiding her face in her tumbled hair, a woman with no name and no identity for a little while, begging with her whole body and a few gasped-out words to be dominated by him.
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