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“How tightly do you hold yourself?” The question jarred him, and his hand slipped.
He struggled to speak. “Not too tight, but not too loose either.” He was tempted to show her, to ask her to finish him. But he’d already gone too far—doing this in front of her.
“Tell me how it feels. Practice so that you can tell your wife how it feels when she does this to you.”
The thought of Sabrina holding his cock, of her driving him to rapture sent a new surge of lust into his cock. He stroked his hand faster, and the tutor’s rapid, shallow breathing joined his in a reckless, sensual symphony. He imagined it was Sabrina, her sweet, soft hand cradling him, and he came undone.
Every muscle in his body clenched just before his release tore through him. He cried out, a low, awful sound he didn’t think he’d ever made before. But then he didn’t think he’d ever come that hard before either.
He cast his head back and gripped the bedpost as though his very life depended on him not letting go. It wasn’t that dire, of course, but he was certain he’d collapse if not for the post.
At last, his orgasm subsided, and he fought to regain control over his body, taking deep breaths, as he tucked his slackening cock into his smallclothes. With shaking fingers, he rebuttoned his fall.
“My apologies,” he said when his breeches were closed once more. “I should not have allowed you to watch.”
“I enjoyed it,” she said in a rather sunny tone. “I think your wife will too, especially if you let her touch you. Although, just watching is incredibly arousing.”
He wasn’t sure he agreed with her as to Sabrina enjoying it. “Did you…touch yourself?”
“No, but I should have. And I will. Next time, we can do that together.”
“There will not be a next time.” He shouldn’t have allowed a first time, even if he thought it would help.
“If you change your mind, I’d be happy to see you again. In the meantime, I wish you luck with your wife.”
“Thank you.” He would take all the luck he could get.
“I hope this helped. I’m leaving now. Good night.” The door clicked shut, indicating she’d gone. Constantine realized he was still clutching the bloody bedpost.
He released the post and shook out his hand, the muscles tight from clenching so hard. Swiping his hand over his face, he’d forgotten about the bloody blindfold. He untied it at the back of his head and pulled it away. Blinking, he stared into the near darkness, as if he could discern the woman’s imprint before him. He could still smell her decadent tropical scent and would forever equate that with toe-curling bliss.
Trudging to the chair, he pulled his boots on. Could he seduce Sabrina as he must?
He thought of how she was trying to change and wondered if he should be doing the same. Perhaps he’d find the real Constantine buried somewhere beneath duty and expectation.
Was there a real Constantine other than who he was? When had his wife’s arrival provoked some sort of existential dilemma?
I am who I am supposed to be.
But was that the husband he wanted to be?
Chapter 11
Sabrina pushed the emerald through her earlobe and turned her head to watch the jewel sparkle in the candlelight. The matching necklace was heavy against her throat. She brushed her hand over the brilliant green gems. She certainly looked like a countess, even if she didn’t completely feel like one yet.
Rising from the stool at the dressing table, she moved in front of the long glass and held still while Charity drew the green and gold ball gown over her head. Sabrina smoothed the garment over her waist and hips before Charity fastened the small row of buttons at the back.
“Beautiful, my lady,” Charity said with a smile as she fetched the gloves.
“Only because of what you accomplished with my hair.” Sabrina touched the back of her head, marveling at how sophisticated she looked with the jewels gleaming among the red-gold curls.
“I’ve so enjoyed learning how to dress hair. I believe it’s my favorite part of becoming a lady’s maid.”
“You have a natural skill.” Sabrina pulled on the gloves and took a final look in the mirror before pivoting.
“Your reticule.” Charity went back to the dressing table to retrieve it and handed it to Sabrina.
“Thank you, Charity. I shall see you later. Enjoy your evening.”
