Page 34 of An Earl, His Valet, & Their Wife

“Nae,” growled the valet.

“No!” said Michael as he returned with a small drawstring bag.

Surprised at their vehemence, Katherine glanced at both men. “You don’t mind?”

Instead of replying, Gerard curved a strong arm around her waist and pressed her against it, forcing an arching of her back. Then he swooped down, his mouth engulfing one tender nipple and sucking it so hard, a breathless cry tore from her throat.

It felt so good. His mouth was hot and wet, his lips ruthless, his teeth bordering on savage as they scraped the taut peak and surrounding flesh to throbbing sensitivity. Yet Gerard didn’t stop, just kept sucking and sucking until it felt like there was a direct link between her nipple and her aching, needy pussy. Oh God. They had barely begun and already her body belonged to him.

“See, Katie?” said Gerard, as he finally granted her some respite from the storm and trailed his tongue between her breasts. “The perfect mouthful.”

She moaned helplessly as he attended to her other breast, her fingers tangling in his coppery hair as he skillfully tormented her nipple to the point of pain.

Then he stopped, and Katherine whimpered in protest at the shocking loss. “No!”

But Michael and Gerard exchanged a meaningful glance, and next, her husband escorted her over to the bed. “Up here, my lady.”

“On your hands and knees, Katie,” said Gerard gruffly. “Thighs spread tae show me that drenched cunt. Good lass. Wider now. Wider, or you’ll be spanked.”

Deliberately ignoring him, Katherine yelped when a firm palm connected with her inner thigh. The sharp sting soon eased into a delicious warmth, making her writhe. Wanting more, she continued to disobey. Gerard spanked her thighs and backside until the warmth became a sore, prickly heat, and she reluctantly positioned herself to his satisfaction.

At the first lash of his tongue against her pulsing clitoris, Katherine cried out. And yet the valet offered no quarter, his tongue seemingly everywhere, two fingers pushing deep into her slick pussy, twisting, rubbing, hurling her to the brink of orgasm. Then he licked across her anus, and she bucked at the strange and yet oddly compelling sensation.

“I know,” said Michael from where he sat perched beside her on the bed, his hand covering hers like an anchor. “You wonder how that place can feel so nice.”

“It’s…it’s…” Katherine panted, her mind whirling then practically splintering when a honey-wet finger breached her back entrance and pressed inside. “Oh God.”

Never had she felt anything like it. Her body was so confused at the invasion, clamping down on the finger in an attempt to halt it, yet greedy for more of the pressure and fullness. Gerard seemed to understand this and was relentless in his penetration, soon adding a second finger. In. Out. In. Out. Deeper and deeper. Claiming the forbidden part of her that he would one day own with his cock.

“Are ye ready for the dildo, Katie?” asked Gerard, his hand cupping her backside soothingly.

“Yes,” she replied, the word ending in a hiss when he plunged the smooth but unyielding cylindrical object into her pussy and coated it in her copious juices.

“Don’t ye dare come, though. Not yet.”

He asked the impossible.

Katherine tried to obey her master and fend off the violent orgasm licking at her senses. But when Gerard slowly, gently pushed the dildo into her anus as his free hand teased her clitoris, a low, guttural moan escaped her mouth, her fingernails nearly shredding the quilt. Then Michael slid his hands under her and pinched her too-sensitive nipples, the shocking jolt hurling her over the edge into bliss, and she screamed in ecstasy.

A husband and now a lover had made her come. Marriage was indeed a whole new world, and rather magnificent at that.

* * *

Was there anything better than making a lover insensible with pleasure?

Gerard smiled to himself as Katie sank onto the vast bed, her hands and knees no longer able to support her in the aftermath of her orgasm. Yet her arse still swayed a little in front of him, finer than a ripe peach. The sight of those firm cheeks and upper thighs pink-hued from a punishment spanking, her anus stretched around that jade dildo in preparation for his cock, made him harder than stone.

Introducing her to sexual discipline and the delights of arse play had certainly been an excellent idea; the way she eagerly responded to it reminded him so much of Michael. Having one lover to own and dominate in the bedchamber was wondrous enough, but two? He might not survive such a heady banquet for his senses.

Gerard grimaced as his cock throbbed, the constriction of his trousers actually painful as the fabric chafed his sensitive shaft. It was one thing to introduce a lover to wicked new pleasures; now it was their turn to worship him.

“My lord,” he said, need making his voice low and gravelly. “Attend me.”

Michael quivered at the familiar command, dropping a soft kiss on Katie’s shoulder before climbing off the bed and walking around to kneel in front of him. But before the earl could begin, his wife slowly rolled onto her side and propped her head on one hand.

“May I watch, Gerard?” she asked tentatively, her cheeks still flushed, her eyes bright. “I’ve never sucked a cock before. Please.”

“Aye,” said Gerard, perching on the edge of the bed. “Come a little closer and learn from the best. Mind ye don’t dislodge your dildo, though. You’ll wear it until I decide otherwise, sweetling.”