Black Silk. Sharon Page

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СКАЧАТЬ girl with the candle returned and flung herself back onto a hard-backed chair and drew up her frilly skirts. A black leather harness was strapped to her hips and her thighs, and a long black rod rose from the juncture between her creamy thighs. A brunette woman straddled her, her skirts caught up in her hands, and she began pumping on the dark dildo, moaning and cooing with abandon. The brunette caught Dash’s eye and ran her tongue lavishly around glistening, rouged lips.

      His cock stirred, lengthening, thickening. Hell, he was being accused of abducting women to use in perverse pleasures, and he was growing aroused by the calculated display of prostitutes.

      He watched the brunette on top, her breasts heaving beneath her snug bodice, her face reddening. Her sexual scent filled the air like candle smoke. The other lass clutched at her breasts, tweaking the nipples through taut silk, thrusting her leather-bound hips.

      “I need details,” he said even as he watched the courtesan close her eyes in ecstasy and grind mercilessly on the thick, false cock. Blond and brunette curls bounced. Both pretty faces flushed pink. The gasps and moans were like squeezing fingers around his shaft. “The names of these witnesses. The names of the family of this woman. I was not there. Why would my name be used?”

      “Reputation?” Sir William suggested.

      He knew Sir William had pursued these thoughts himself, but was allowing Dash to talk—to either reveal evidence of his innocence or drape the noose around his own neck. “The woman. What was her name?”

      “Juliette, Lady Farthingale.”

      “Hadrian’s mistress.” Dash drank deeply again, listening to the brunette courtesan’s anguished cries. Her head lolled back, her fingers clutched the other girl’s shoulders, and her lover drove up from the chair to spear her.

      He noticed that Sir William had turned his seat so as to avoid the view of the copulating women, away from the display that could wipe all rational thought from a man’s head. Fantasy presented on a silver salver, the promise of escape for the price of a few coins.

      He could bid farewell to his friend and lose himself in that pleasure, but Dash forced himself to ask, “What did Hadrian have to say? If he believes it was me, why hasn’t he called me out?”

      “Hadrian claims he was watching his lady indulge in some sport; he was hidden in the bushes along the Dark Walk. He heard a sound behind him, something smashed into the back of his skull, and he woke with the dawn—wet, bloodied, and alone.”

      “And who does he think is responsible?”

      “He thinks the…er…five men employed to ravish his mistress are the culprits.”

      “Five men? So whoever has copied Lord Chartrand’s erotic scavenger hunt is trying to be as inventive.”

      Sir William gazed awkwardly ahead—at the safest scene in the club, a group of men playing cards, too intent on deep play to entertain women.

      “Oh, sweet heaven, I’m going to come!”

      The blonde’s cry ripped through Dash, igniting lust. His hands clenched to fists; his cock jolted in his trousers. Dash leaned back in his chair, laughing as the young blond girl’s body began to spasm with her orgasm, as she cried, hoarsely, “Fuck me hard. Drive yourself on me.”

      Calculating and clever, the brunette on top saw her partner had reached her critical point, pulled down her bodice and shoved her breasts forward so that as the pretty girl gulped for air in her explosion, she swallowed the soft, warm flesh of fat breasts instead.

      God, it was a beautiful display.

      The solution to the mystery appeared logical to Dash, but he proposed it with respect. “Have you considered Hadrian as a suspect?”

      “Immediately. But he has been watched.” Sir William shook his head. “I can’t imagine why Hadrian sought a mistress. The man’s a sodomite.”

      “To deflect suspicion. And Hadrian is not discriminating about the gender of his partners.”

      The plump, heavy-breasted wench on top held her mate to her tits, lushly smothering her, and gave a loud, happy sigh of pleasure. She watched Dash beneath coy lashes. He watched, amused, as the pretty blonde on the bottom struggled to free herself from her prison of plump tits.

      “It’s possible,” Dash pointed out, “that Lady F discovered her lover also kept a stable of young boys. For a hopeful mistress, that would have come as a shock.”

      Sir William gave a brief twist of a smile. “Lady F guesses his secret, and he has her removed? He could have paid her off—but then, she may have come back for more. It’s all possible. Except for our witnesses who saw you.”

      “Paid, I assume.”

      Sir William’s gaze settled on the two women, naked and slumped together in bliss, and a red flush coasted over his grizzled face. For all he passed judgement on the sins of fallen women, he apparently was shocked by the sight of them. Clearing his throat, he said, “Hadrian suspects the men took Lady Farthingale for money—that she will be ransomed.”

      “So why use me for a simple scheme of blackmail?”

      “I don’t understand it,” Sir William admitted. “But then, you could have employed the five men.”

      “Indeed.” Dash watched, amused, as the pretty blonde surrendered and began to suckle a long, generous nipple. Sexual agony rippled through him as the girl’s cheeks hollowed, and her graceful hand clutched the enormous white mound.

      He’d forgotten his train of thought.

      “Did you?” Sir William prompted.

      Did he what? Hire the five men. “Bloody hell, no. Give me the names, Sir William. I need to speak to these people.”

      “I’ve already done so. I’ve had some of Bow Street’s runners follow them.”

      Coos and sighs and desperate feminine gasps washed over Dash. Women were such a delight. They could die in an orgasm that would leave a man drained and limp and within seconds happily start bouncing toward their next explosion.

      Sir William tapped his glass on the table. “Miss Eliza Charmody.”

      “And who would she be?”

      “An actress. A week ago, she partnered Lord Craven in this game.”

      “I assume you mention her because she was also abducted? Lady F wasn’t the first?”

      “No, Lady F was not the first.”

      The woman on top now galloped, wild and merciless, on her partner, plunging furiously on the dildo filling her creamy quim. He had no doubt each thrust sent the harness rasping against the clit of the girl on the bottom, for she was squealing around the nipple filling her mouth. She gripped the fat bosom with desperate fingers and sank her teeth into the plump tit.

      Dash’s blood drained from his brain. What in hell did he care if Sir William wanted to arrest him? He knew he’d die young.

      Hell, Sir William would probably be satisfied with banishment. Send him to the Continent or the East where he could serve СКАЧАТЬ