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  “Let’s see.” Ian stroked his chin. “Perhaps the bed.”

  “The bed?” She affected a disappointed pout. “After our other two rounds, doesn’t that seem rather tame?”

  “Oh no, my sweet Bella. First I’m going to strip you naked except for your stockings. I refuse to eat you with my head under your skirts like you were a backstreet doxy. I want you sitting against those pillows, your knees up and spread so I can watch your face when you beg me to stop before you die from pleasure.”

  Bella curled her hand around his. “Trust me, my good sir. That will not happen. That is, unless you aren’t up for the task.”

  He wiggled his eyebrows. “Are you suggesting I can’t keep my prick up long enough to tup you after I eat you?”

  She fluttered her eyelashes like a debutante. “Do I need to be worried?”

  “I believe I’ve just been challenged. Shall we see about that?”

  “Yes.” Trembling, Bella led him to the bed. Lord, but he was handsome by candlelight. He had been so this afternoon as well, with sunlight gleaming through the windows of their rented hotel room onto his magnificent body. Her hands itched to stroke his sculpted shoulders, the flat plane of his belly and the smooth texture of his skin.

  Tilting her head back to look at him, she asked, “May I ask you a favor?”

  His response was a slow, lingering kiss. “How can I refuse such a sweetly made request? What is your desire?”

  “I want you to take off your clothes as well while you eat me. I want to see your naked body below mine. I want to be able to touch your shoulders and smell your skin.” She stroked his cheek. “I love seeing you naked. We’ve done it enough tonight in our clothes. Let’s continue skin to skin.”

  “Only if you’ll promise to wear my shirt at some point.”

  “Done.” She arched herself against him. “You may undress me now, please.”

  “As you wish.” With maddening slowness, he unbuttoned her dress. After removing it, he took off her corset, her half petticoats and shoes as well until she stood before him in nothing but her stockings.

  “I think I’ll leave those,” he murmured. “What do stockings cost these days? Five shillings a pair?”

  “Try ten.”

  “Then I shall have to be careful I don’t damage them. We’ll need them later.”

  His predatory glance nearly took her to her knees. “Are you really going to tie me up?”

  “If that's what you want. But you can tie me up first if you like.”

  A shudder of delight ran through her at the image of him secured to the bed posts with her stockings as she removed his clothing.

  When he stood naked before her, she allowed herself the delicious sensation of running her hands over his hard smooth torso and shoulders before moving to his belly. Below it, his rigid cock quivered as if begging for her touch. Gently, she stroked its head, running her forefinger around the corona’s edge.

  “You’re a beautiful man, Ian,” she said. “So perfectly formed.”

  “And one who is waiting to taste you, my Bella.” Scooping her up, he carried her to the bed, put her against the pillows and spread her legs. He stretched out between her knees, propped on his elbows, then lowered his head and inhaled her puss’ scent.

  “Mmm,” he sighed. “You smell good.”

  “And how do I taste?”

  He put his tongue on her mound and slowly licked from the bottom to the top. “Mmm,” he said again. “Your juices are tart but sweet as well. I love the way they fill my mouth. It’s an incredible taste.”

  He moved his tongue once more, this time stopping to gently nibble her clitoris. Pleasure hit her hard and fast and her puss ached with longing. Bella could not control her shriek of delight.

  “Oh, Ian,” she moaned. Ian!”

  He gave her a devilish grin. “Perhaps my lady would prefer something like this?” With one finger, he rubbed her clitoris, sliding another deep inside her, moving it back and forth. Moisture coated her thighs and her hands twisted the sheets into knots as she tried to control her rapid breathing.

  “Your mouth,” she gasped. “Please finish me with your mouth.”

  “Oh, that’s not how I intend to finish this particular romp.”

  He returned his mouth to her clitoris. A scream rose in her throat as her completion approached and he suddenly tugged her beneath him to plunge his cock inside her. Her bottom nearly came off the bed as he furiously pumped in and out of her. Her legs hugged him and she gently pulled his head forward, seeking his kiss.

  “You are a fiend,” she murmured. “Nearly finishing me off with your mouth only to take me with your prick. I really shall have to find some way to punish you.”

  “One should always try for the element of surprise,” he whispered, staring into her face while the pace of his strokes increased. “By all the gods of divinity, you feel so good, Bella. Hot and tight and wet. How can you still be so wet?”

  “You,” she told him and the furious pounding of her heart made it nearly burst inside her chest. “You make me wet. Just thinking about you inside me makes me wet and…oh, Ian!”

  Wave after wave of shuddering pleasure rocked through her and she did not bother to hide her scream. Who cared if the others heard them? Ian’s moan answered hers and the world shattered in ecstasy about her. They lay with their sweaty limbs entwined, their breathing slowly returning to normal while his heart beat against hers in a furious matching tempo.

  At last, Ian exhaled. “By damn, that was good. Really good, my Bella. But I think I’m going to need something more to drink before we start again.”

  She giggled. “You are certainly a most vigorous lover, sweet Ian. I think your earlier boast of me getting my money’s worth has proven more than true.”

  “’T'was no boast, my lady, but a promise I had every intention of fulfilling.”

  “Shall we put on our clothes?” she asked as he eased himself out of her. “Or would that be a waste of time since we’re just going to take them off again?”

  He gave her a rogue’s sly grin. “Of course. Undressing each other is one of the best parts of making love.” He kissed the tip of her nose. “But I did so love you wearing your stockings while we…”

  “Fucked?” Bella prompted.

  “Such a coarse word for a lady of your standing, my dear.”

  “But even ladies fuck, do they not?”

  His grin broadened, lighting up his face. “They do indeed. As do gentlemen. Would you like more lemonade or some wine?”

  Bella considered. “Let’s have the wine. I need something to fortify me for the next round.”

  “As my sweet Bella wishes.” He started for the table, but stopped when she gave a loud, appreciative whistle.

  “Lud, help us!” she declared. “That’s the finest piece of ass I ever did see!”

  In answer, he bent his knees ever so slightly and shook his ass. “I’m glad you likes what you sees, my lady.”

  Laughing, she joined him and put her arms around his neck. “We are having a good time, aren’t we?”

  “What’s the point of doing it if you don’t have a good time?”

  “You mean fucking?”

  “Fucking, screwing, tupping, humping.” He affected a sniff that would have made a dandy proud. “I, however, dislike the use of such a vulgar word as fuck to describe the second best thing the Almighty ever created.”

  Bella drew her eyebrows together in thought. “What is the first?”

  “The human body.” He slid a hand between her legs. “The Lord knew a man would need a place to leave his seed for the creation of children. What could be better than a woman’s cave? It’s sweet, warm and tastes delicious. And without the human body, there would be no fucking, would there? Praise the Lord for that.”

  She cuffed his chin. “You are bordering on sacrilege, my good sir.”

  “Am I?” He dropped the bantering tone to brush his lips across her forehead. “I thank God every time I come i
n contact with the glory that is a woman’s body. As I hope you would for a man’s.”

  “Oh yes,” she sighed. “I most sincerely do.”

  “Then let’s drink to that which God has created.”

  She followed him to the table where he filled their wineglasses and gave her one. After taking a sip, she asked, “Have you ever done it for money before?”

  “Do you mean have I ever been paid for diddling a woman? No. Have you ever been paid?”

  Heat spread from Bella’s face down to her neck and she lowered her gaze. “No and I’ve certainly not paid anyone to…”

  “Of course you haven’t,” he completed. “You are a lady, after all.”

  “Thank you. I do try.”

  They sipped in silence. Light from the burning fire threw their shadows against the walls while the crackling of the logs provided soft music.

  “Well,” Ian said after a moment, “what shall it be now? Clothes on or off?”

  “I have an idea,” she said. “Let’s put on our clothes and play a round of vingt-et-un.”

  His eyebrows rose. “Cards?” “You want to play cards instead of fuck?”

  “Not exactly.” She picked up the pack of cards and a decidedly naughty twinkle brightened her eyes. “For each point lost, the loser has to remove one article of clothing. Whoever has the least clothing on at the end of hand will be bound to a chair with stockings and then wait to be surprised.”

  “By damn, I like the way you think, Bella,” he praised. “Are you sure you don’t want to go for two out of three rounds?”

  “Let’s play the first hand and see what happens,” she suggested. “And I’m going to shuffle the cards. With your reputation at the gaming tables, I wouldn’t put it past you to try something.”

  He gave her his most ferocious frown. “Are you accusing me of cheating, madam?”

  She giggled. “No, but I’m not going to take any chances either.”

  “Hmph! I’ll remember that. Where shall we play?”

  “On the bed, of course. But we best dress first.”

  Once their clothing was back on but left unlaced and unbuttoned, they sat on the bed and Bella opened the cards. She shuffled, reshuffled and dealt out the hands. Ian immediately won the first three points and took off Bella’s shoes and one of her earrings.

  “I think,” he said gleefully, putting the items aside, “that I should at least get to kiss you.”

  “Why not ask for three kisses?” she asked. “You have won three points, after all.”

  “Madam is generous with her favors,” he praised. “Where would you like to be kissed?”

  She tugged her dress down to give him a better view of her breasts. “You have two of these and my mouth. That makes three.”

  “Indeed it does.” Ian put down his cards. Leaning forward, he planted a kiss the top of each breast before feathering his mouth across hers. The sweet taste of wine lingered there and he took his time savoring it on her lips.

  “Oh yes,” he breathed against her neck, “I do like the way you think, my Bella. I’m going to enjoy tying you up.”

  “You haven’t won yet,” she cautioned.

  “We’ll see, won’t we?” Taking one of her hands, he turned it over and brushed his lips across the soft skin to place a lingering kiss on her wrist. Her pulse skipped and hammered beneath his lips and she released a sigh.

  “That’s four kisses,” she whispered, sliding her free hand through his hair. “You have won only three points.”

  He ran a finger along her jaw. “Are you complaining?”

  “No,” she whispered again. “Never.”

  Their play continued. Ian held back his laugh at the growing frustration on his opponent’s pretty face when, by the seventh point, he had removed more and more of her clothing.

  “I think you’re cheating,” she accused once he had rid her of her dress, one of her half petticoats, a bracelet and the other earring. “You’ve won almost every point. I’m sitting here in nearly nothing.”

  “Luck is with me tonight,” he boasted. “I’ll have you stripped soon.”

  “Play,” she ordered and crowed with delight when she won the next five points.

  “I’m counting these as one item each,” she declared as she removed his shoes and stockings, dropping them on the floor.

  “I think Lady Luck has left me,” he complained.

  “And so she has.” She stripped off his coat and flung it aside. “So much for your prowess at the tables.”

  “Careful,” he warned. “I may spank you yet.”

  The next two rounds went to Bella and his waistcoat and shirt landed on the floor. She put down her cards to run her hands over his chest.

  “So strong and so broad,” she murmured. “And so smooth. I will never play vingt-et-un without thinking of this night. Who thought cards could be so much fun?”

  “The fun is yet to come,” he promised. “Because I am going to win, you know. You have less on than I do.”

  And in short order, he had rid her of her other two petticoats, her corset, the matching rings on her little fingers and her necklace, finishing the round and leaving her only in her stockings.

  “Ha!” He rubbed his hands together. “Now what was this about me tying you up with your stockings?”

  “You did say that you would,” she agreed. “Which chair should we use?”

  “One that will give me full access to your splendid puss, my Bella.”

  He searched the room and spied the wooden chair she had noted earlier in a far corner. Pads were tied to the seat and back, promising comfort from the hard surface. “That will do,” he said.

  He fetched it and, without prompting, Bella sat in it, draping her legs over the arms. “What do you want me to do first?”

  “Nothing.” He knelt and stroked her legs from bottom to top, enjoying the silky texture of her skin. “So soft,” he sighed. “How do you keep them so soft?”

  “Lotions and creams and oils,” she said. “I cover my body in them every night. ’Tis a pity we have none with us.”

  “You should trust me to be better prepared than that,” Ian chided. “I sent a note to our host to be sure there was a bottle of lotion for us to use.”

  “No oils?”

  He shook his head. “It might stain our clothing. And, as you said, after we leave we don’t want anyone to know what we’ve been doing. How would you explain the stains to your lady’s maid?”

  “That was very thoughtful of you,” she said primly. “Any particular scent of lotion?”

  “I chose something subtle. After all, we can hardly leave this den of pleasure smelling like we’ve spent the evening…”

  “Fucking ourselves silly?” she asked.

  “Indeed, my Bella. Indeed.”

  Somewhere in the distance bells tolled and she looked toward the door. “Surely someone hasn’t already finished?”

  “Those are church bells,” he explained. “I wonder if those are for the last service of the day. Perhaps people are lined up to say their prayers before bedtime.”

  “It’s a long time until bedtime.”

  “Thank God,” he said and they laughed.

  “And we are hardly being holy,” Bella said. “I wonder what those praying people would think of us. What are you going to do to me first?”

  “This.” He slipped a finger inside her. “You’re still wet.”

  Her smile was an invitation of delights to come. “How can I not be with you touching me?”

  He slid his finger in and out of her, stopping to play with her clitoris. She whimpered her satisfaction and he continued his strokes.

  Gripping the chair, she said, “I thought you were going to use the lotion.”

  “After I’ve tied you up.” He retrieved the masks from the table and pulled the velvet ribbons from his. “This won’t hurt a bit,” he promised, using the ribbons to loosely bind her wrists to the arms of the chair. “Are you comfortable?”

  She nod
ded. “Very much so.”

  “Then we’ll begin.”

  Chapter Three

  He walked his fingers up her legs and started to untie her stockings.

  “I’ve heard that some women tie small knives onto their stockings.”

  Ian’s fingers halted their work. “Why?”

  “For protection. It would make more sense to carry them near their breasts, but when one has such a bounty as I have, it would be impossible to hide them.”

  “And your breasts are an incredible bounty,” he praised. “I wonder what her lovers would say if they knew a lady hid such weapons on her person.”

  “Might make them determined that she receive as much pleasure as they intended to give.”

  “Or punish them if she did not.” Slowly, Ian pulled down the first stocking, folding it over and over, enjoying the silk of the garment against the silk of her leg.

  “Beast,” she murmured. “Why are you taking so long?”

  “One must be careful,” he said. “After all, you said stockings cost ten shillings a pair. I’m sure you don’t want to spend all your winnings on replacing your stockings so I must take great care with them. You might deny me the title of ‘Best Lover in London’ if I do not.”

  He draped the stocking around her neck and removed the other one just as slowly. “Do you suppose these are long enough?” he asked, putting the second stocking around her neck as well.

  Her eyebrows rose. “For what?”

  For tying me up later if we have the time.” He took his stockings and tied her calves to the chair’s arms, leaving her thighs spread and open to him. “Let me fetch the lotion.”

  He found the promised item in a wall cabinet, opened the vial and poured a small amount onto each of her legs. After stopping up the bottle and setting it aside, he began to massage the lotion into her skin. The room filled with the faint smell of lilies.

  “I’m going to enjoy using this on the rest of you later,” he said. “Every blessed inch of you.”

  “If you tickle my feet, I really will spank you,” she warned. “Hard.”

  “Well, since I think we should try to use the bed at least one more time, I rather fancy being on my back while you slide up and down my shaft. And if you spank me, my poor ass will hurt too much for that. So I promise not to tickle you. At least for right now.”