Page 44 of A Duchess Bound
She gasped. Hot horror rose within her, for how could she explain something like this? Dorothy curled her hands into fists. Tears of shame sprang to her eyes, and yet?—
She found that she could not bring herself to leave. If anything, the thought of being caught only heightened her pleasure.
“Can you imagine what a scene that would be?” he asked. “If someone wandered by and found the prim and proper spinster lying on this desk with her thighs spread wide and her cunny gleaming with arousal?”
She sobbed, the ache growing so great that it consumed her entire being. “Please, Your Grace.Please, touch me.”
“As you wish.”
He grasped her thighs with punishing force and flicked his tongue against her pearl. Dorothy gasped. “You cannot possibly?—”
But hewas.
He licked her. And then, he was inside her. Dorothy’s inner walls clenched. She sobbed with need and rocked against him, as her release curled more and more tightly inside her. Dorothy was lost to the pursuit of pleasure, everything falling away except for the sensation of his tongue enthusiastically flicking against her sex.
She came with such force that she jolted upward, her fingers gripping his hair. Dorothy rocked against his mouth like a mad woman, as waves of pleasure crashed over her. Black spots obscured her vision, and her breath left her. She screamed, andhe silenced her with his mouth. Dorothy felt and tasted her own release on his lips, and slowly, all her muscles loosened. She gasped for air, feeling wonderfully used.
“I told you not to touch me,” he murmured, drawing away. “You did not listen.”
“I am sorry,” she said, struggling to regain her breath. “I am so sorry, Your Grace.”
He shook his head. “You will be. I shall have to punish you for being so disobedient.”
“Punish me?”
She pressed her thighs together. His Grace’s gaze lowered to her legs. “Yes,” he said. “That is precisely what I shall do, and if you want any more pleasure from me, you will endure it.”
Dorothy did not quite understand what he meant bypunish, but she sensed that it had something to do with his request tosubmit,and this wonderful pleasure burning inside her.
“I will endure it,” she said, nearly breathless. “I will endure anything.”
He winked. “We shall see, my lady. Now, you will need to make yourself look acceptable before returning to the ton. We cannot have the noble Duke of Leedway’s spinster sister looking as though she has been ravished over a desk.”
Her face grew hot. Dorothy righted her bodice and slid from the table. She straightened her skirts beneath His Grace’s watchful eye. Once she was satisfied, she looked at him. He gave her a smirk and a sharp nod.
“It has been a pleasant evening, my lady. I shall leave you be for the remainder of the night. After all, we would not want people to talk.”
“Right.”
Her senses were beginning to return to her, and her thoughts found order once more. Dorothy knew that she ought to regret what she had done. She ought to be horrified by this deed.
But she could not muster even an ounce of regret for the night. On the contrary, Dorothy was already thinking of their next encounter and what delightful surprise apunishmentmight be.
CHAPTER 16
The encounter with Lady Dorothy had gone better than he had imagined that it would. Gerard had left the library feeling quite satisfied with himself. She hadthoughtof him. She hadtouched herselfwhile thinking of him. That was enough to flatter any man.
He had made the correct decision to pursue her. Even two days later, he found the memory of Lady Dorothy and that night of passion lingering at the forefront of his mind. He was feverish with the need to know where he might see her next.
“I am quite distraught, of course,” Pontoun was saying. “Lady Agatha has already decided that she favors another suitor. She has not said as much, but it is quite obvious to me.”
Was Gerard a terrible friend for not listening to Pontoun complain about his impossible quest for a love-match for the dozenth time that Season? Probably.
Gerard tried to dredge up some penitent feeling and failed. At least, he had not bragged about his recent encounter with Lady Dorothy. That was gracious of him.
“I am sorry to hear that your search is going poorly,” Gerard said, forcing every ounce of sincerity that he could into his voice. “Lady Agatha will not find a better man.”
Gerard had not told anyone about his encounter with Lady Dorothy, and he could not even say precisely why. He was not so ungenteel as tobragabout his conquests, but he usually told Pontoun about them. At least, Gerard would name the ladies.
