Page 16 of The Lady's Guide to Well-Endowed Dukes
“Yes, yes.” She sighed wearily. “Men never expect women to speak plainly of these things, but it is quite silly to do otherwise. So much is wasted if one is circumspect.”
He was in no position to argue. “If I may ask, why so many?”
“Even a woman of experience needs some time to prepare herself.” She picked up one of the columns from the center of the box. “It helps to work up to something of this magnitude.” She tapped it thoughtfully against her chin. “You might make a similar gift to your bride. She could practice with the smaller pieces, until she might be ready to accommodate you.”
Rockley understood the concept well enough, but his spirits slumped. As worthy as Mrs. Bongorge’s suggestion was, it highlighted her lack of appreciation for the proportion of the problem.
“If she needs persuading, you could turn this into an amusing diversion.” Lifting out the tray from the box, Mrs. Bongorge took out a long sash. “Restrain her a little, so that she may be permitted the fantasy of you obliging her in the game. Be gentle, but masterful. You may be surprised at her response.” With a playful air, she held up the sash like a half-veil, batting her eyelashes over the top in mock-allure.
His voice emerged somewhat higher than was usual. “I can’t quite imagine Miss Maitland being comfortable… that is, I’m not sure it fits with what I know of her.”
Mrs. Bongorge’s laughter was immediate. “Come now. It’s likely you don’t know the first thing about what she’s really thinking. I have no doubt your bride is a virgin, but this does not preclude her from having knowledge of her own body; more so than you may realize. Besides which, you must encourage her not to be ashamed of any part of her sexual nature.”
With the sash replaced, she tipped forward the box again, so that he could see the contents clearly. Giving him another of her serious looks, she asked, “Which of these does your cock most resemble?”
Rockley swallowed hard. “I really don’t think…”
“This perhaps?” Mrs. Bongorge held up the instrument second from the end. “It is a great deal fuller in girth than most men possess, but not prohibitively sized, if the recipient is willing.”
At the shake of his head, she raised an eyebrow. “Not this, surely?” She lifted out the final tool, which had the girth of a particularly well-nourished leek.
“Something akin to it.”
She would know the truth soon enough, for he could see where the conversation was leading. At some point, she would ask to see the scale of the obstacle, as it were. There was no way around the issue, for she could hardly be expected to help without all the facts.
“Goodness!” Somewhat flustered, she snapped the lid shut and put the box aside. “To meet your aim, there is no need for you to achieve full penetration. An inch or so should be adequate. Then, it is only a matter of your bride elevating her hips, to allow the seed to flow naturally to its destination.”
Despite her clinical way of talking, hearing Mrs. Bongorge speak of the act was arousing. As for Miss Maitland, he remained very much unsure of whether she could be persuaded to embrace the idea, though practicing with marble penises seemed to have some scientific advantage.
“Naturally, it will be prudent to let her become familiar with the real thing before you launch it at her,” Mrs. Bongorge went on. “The act of looking at and touching a man can be very arousing for a woman, and it is your bride’s arousal we must focus upon. Try to involve her as much as possible.”
“Involve her?” Did she mean, in making him hard? He couldn’t imagine Miss Maitland wanting to. He’d always thought, if he allowed her a full viewing of what he needed to deliver upon her, that she’d be repulsed or horrified. Requesting that she stroke him to arousal seemed an unnecessary evil.
“Just remember to let her progress at her own pace and praise her efforts. That is the surest way to making her feel comfortable. Put aside your own eagerness to see the deed done and let her take the lead.”
“I see.” Rockley couldn’t help feeling a little incredulous. He’d been thinking the best way would be to conclude matters as quickly as possible. It had never occurred to him that Miss Maitland might respond well to being given charge of the situation.
“Let us change tack.” Mrs. Bongorge stood. “There are other things you can do to prepare your wife, which are just as important, if not more so. Please, let me demonstrate.”
She motioned him to his feet. Reluctantly, he rose, aware that it was impossible for him to hide the swell of his arousal.
He observed her glance downward, taking in the sizable bulge now apparent.
Her eyes widened. “I see there is no hurdle to your achieving your own awakening but let us keep our concentration upon themore important aspect. We must ensure your partner reaches the appropriate mental and physical state to allow congress to occur.”
She looked him in the eye. “Here is the scene. This is our wedding night, and I am your bride. I stand before you in my nightgown, trembling and fearful, uncertain of what is required of me, or how to please you. What shall you do, in this moment, to put me at ease?”
He felt himself sway, somewhat dazed, possessed by the picture she’d just painted—except that it wasn’t Marjorie he was imagining!
“Lord Rockley?” Mrs. Bongorge snapped her fingers. “Are you paying attention?”
He made himself focus. “I am only thinking…of what would be appropriate…”
His voice trailed off. There were no words for what he was feeling in this moment or, certainly, none that seemed right.
Mrs. Bongorge clucked her tongue. “I see I must get you started.”
Taking his hand, she brought it to her face. Her eyes she kept downcast, while turning her cheek into his palm.
