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Devon situated his pelvis before Lady Isabella and rubbed his crotch. “I think it time we receive a little tending to.”
He unbuttoned his trousers and
pulled out his cock. Isabella gaped at the length of the curved erection.
“Open your mouth.”
“Are you wanting me to—” she began until he slapped her once more.
“You will take my cock into your mouth. I vow you will find no meat more delicious.”
She opened her mouth a little. He shoved himself into the opening. She recoiled, but he had his hand at the back of her head. She gagged and flayed.
“The trick is to relax,” Rockwell said.
After struggling with the awkward intrusion into her mouth, Isabella managed to calm her reflexes. Devon pulled her head to and fro so that her mouth moved up and down his shaft. Occasionally she appeared to choke when he pushed himself too far into her mouth.
“Is there a reason for your hesitation?” Devon asked Rockwell with a pointed look at the baron’s crotch.
Rockwell frowned for the hundredth time at Lord Devon before unbuttoning his own pants. Deana had seen the Baron’s cock before but not at such an intimate distance. Like Isabella, she stared at the appendage with its bulbous head and rigid veins. She had never taken a man’s cock into her mouth before. She looked into his eyes. His pupils seemed to have melted.
She parted her lips. He took the invitation and inserted the top of his cock. She tasted a drop of saltiness upon her tongue. He eased more of himself into her mouth. She wondered how this member had become so hard. She wrapped her lips closely about him and thought she heard him groan. He closed his eyes. Reveling in her ability to have such an effect upon him, she attempted to take more of his cock. But when it reached her throat, she, too, could not refrain from gagging. He retracted himself. Wanting to try again, she grabbed his cock and guided it into her mouth once more. Surprised, he allowed her. She was unsure if taking a cock into her mouth was demeaning or empowering, but it was clearly something that the men enjoyed.
“Yes, yes!” Devon cried as he bucked his hips at Lady Isabella. “Eat it as if it were your last meal!”
Deana attempted to glide her mouth in a similar manner up and down Lord Rockwell’s erection. Eventually she found a rhythm, cradling him upon her tongue. She liked the sound of him groaning as he eased himself further into her.
“You’ve a natural ability, Miss Sherwood,” he grunted, fisting his hand into her hair.
On the other side of the room, Devon growled as he began to spend. Isabella appeared to retch. Halfway through, he pulled out his cock and sprayed the remainder of his seed about her face. A bit found its way into her hair. Devon stumbled backwards, shaking his head.
Deana looked at Rockwell, wondering if the same end would come to her. But Rockwell pulled himself out completely. She could not help her disappointment. She wanted to bring him to spend.
“That was delightful, my dear,” Devon said to her ladyship. After collecting himself, he looked over at Rockwell. “Problem?”
“I can wait,” Rockwell responded evenly.
“Why wait? Or is it you cannot run more than one race?”
Rockwell made no reply.
“See there? Mine is hardening again already,” Devon said as he fondled himself.
“You have a need to impress me?” Rockwell inquired.
Devon rolled his eyes, then turned his attention to the bed. He patted the mattress. “Up here, my dear.”
Wiping at her face, Lady Isabella made her way to the bed. Devon had her face the footboard and applied a pair of short shackles to her wrists. They pulled her down and made her look as if she were embracing the mattress. He lifted her hips so that she was on her knees, her derriere high in the air. Devon began to shed his clothes.
While Halsten unlaced his cravat, Deana went to assume the same position on the bed. Earlier she had avoided gazing at the other couple, but now she felt a little transfixed at seeing them. There was undoubtedly a wanton quality at witnessing others, a quality that was both uncomfortable and titillating. Rockwell certainly looked over frequently, but was it because he found stimulation from being a spectator or was it Lady Isabella that drew his gaze? Sans her beautiful attire, her ladyship was no less attractive.
Deana was able to glimpse and admire the naked form of Lord Rockwell before he applied similar shackles to her wrists. Pinned to the bed, she could do little more than shift her head from side to side. He lifted her hips, and her cunnie tingled in anticipation.
Devon had walked over to the wall and found two wooden paddles. He tossed one to Rockwell.
“Let us make their arses red with anger.”
Isabella began to whimper.
