Page 33 of An Earl, His Valet, & Their Wife

Katherine quivered as they at last reached the second-floor landing and rounded the hallway corner. The valet was like a beast toying with its prey, but if he didn’t pounce, he would be in serious trouble. “Talk, talk, talk. All I hear is blasted talk when the only thing I want is action.”

“Careful, my lady,” chided Michael. “You might find yourself being punished.”

Punished? How?

Her pussy clenched, and she licked her lips before very deliberately poking out her tongue.

Gerard made a growling sound. “I can see I must be strict with ye, Katie. Ask his lordship what happens when he is willfully disobedient.”

A dreamy look appeared on her husband’s face. “Gerry makes me wait and wait to come. Sometimes I get spanked, bound, or my nipples clamped. And when he takes me…it’s rough and fierce. I can scarcely move afterward.”

Katherine halted. “That day in the garden, when you didn’t want to sit down because your muscles were a bit stiff…”

Michael grinned bashfully. “I was thoroughly owned before my visit. Perhaps tomorrow you’ll feel that way.”

Please God yes.

When they reached the earl’s bedchamber, Gerard held the heavy oak door open and gestured for her to enter the room. It was spotlessly clean and decorated in soothing shades of blue, yet she couldn’t tear her gaze away from the stately four-poster bed that was piled high with pillows and covered in an elaborate embroidered quilt. As a place to be thoroughly debauched, it was hard to imagine anything better.

“Well?” she said impatiently, about ready to claw away her own clothing. “Are you going to undress me?”

Gerard shook his head. “That tone.”

The valet spoke with a field marshal’s authority. How could he be so cool and calm? This denial of a swift, wild ravishment was utterly diabolical.

Katherine fluttered her lashes, perhaps the first time in her life that she’d done so. “Undress me this minute. Michael, tell him he must.”

Her husband laughed. Another diabolical man. “Perhaps ask nicely, my lady, rather than demanding.”

She pressed her lips together, then exhaled slowly and gazed up at Gerard. Was there a way she could retain some dignity rather than straight-out begging? “If you undress me, you could suck my nipples. And lap up all the honey from my pussy.”

Gerard leaned down, one paw-sized hand curving around her neck to caress the sensitive nape until she panted for breath. It wasn’t a restrictive hold, yet something about it made her want to arch her back, to offer her breasts for his pleasure.

“Now that’s a much better argument, Katie,” he replied, before his other hand grasped a handful of her bodice and ripped it in two.

“You did want to tear it off me,” Katherine gasped, as her gown lay in pieces on the floor. Not long after, her stays, petticoat, and chemise joined them.

“Aye,” Gerard admitted, as one finger trailed a path of fire along her collarbone before circling her swollen, aching nipples. “I’ll keep ye naked until those new gowns from Madame Odette arrive.”

She trembled at the teasing touch that promised so much and yet offered no relief. “I’ll be cold.”

“No chance of that, Katherine,” said Michael, as he watched avidly. “Are you going to punish her, sir? Should I fetch some items from the drawer?”

Gerard smiled. “What an excellent idea. Nae time like the present tae begin Katie’s training. Get some oil…and a small dildo for her arse.”

Katherine sucked in a breath. “My…my training?”

Michael looked over from where he was rummaging in a drawer. “Gerry is a kind master who will prepare your backside step by step to take him. First tongue and fingers, then gradually bigger dildos, until he deems you ready. His cock is very thick, you see.”

She almost swooned with pure excitement, but there was an element of relief, too. These men offered wondrous opportunities to learn, but it was very clear she would always be taken care of. Gerard was stern and might well push her too her limits, make her beg for pleasure, but he wouldn’t hurt her or make her do something she didn’t want to. “What should I do?”

“Offer me those fine breasts,” said Gerard.

Katherine hesitated, abruptly shy. They were so blasted small; why couldn’t they be full and rounded pillows like other ladies had? Hers were barely able to be cupped. “Er…well…”

“What troubles ye?” he continued, his brow furrowing.

“My breasts aren’t very big,” she mumbled, her cheeks flushing in embarrassment. “I could get padded stays—”