Simply Wicked. Kate Pearce

I have returned without harm, go away. I’m quite capable of putting myself to bed.”

      “All right, sir, good night.”

      Anthony waited until the door shut with a definite bang behind his offended valet and then sank down onto the side of the bed. Marguerite had sucked his cock, and he’d simply sat there like an idiot and let her…He groaned as his shaft jerked and began to fill out again.

      He’d wanted to pull her onto his lap, open her legs and fill her with his cock until she screamed. Yet he’d done nothing but take what she’d offered and given nothing in return. He stripped off his clothes and blew out all the candles except the one next to his bed.

      But what could he give her? What did a woman like Marguerite want? He palmed his shaft, felt it thicken and lengthen, and sighed. One release was never enough, and, as returning to the pleasure house and Lord Minshom was not an option, his hand and his assortment of toys would have to suffice.

      He rummaged in the drawer next to his bed and pulled out a thick leather cock ring, which had three circles to slide over his cock and balls with buckles to draw the straps tight until he achieved the satisfaction he needed. He was deliberately rough with himself as he encircled his balls with the leather and pulled the straps as tight as he could.

      He was even rougher with his cock, sliding the thick leather strap home through the buckle until his shaft throbbed along with his heartbeat and pre-cum coated his fingers. The blood trapped in his shaft made the crown of his cock exquisitely sensitive. Groaning, he reached into the drawer again, found a flower-shaped pin with a short silver-wired stem and coiled it around the tip of his cock. As he worked his cock between his hands, the flower wedged against the wet opening and slid in and out, adding to the exquisite sensitivity.

      He worked his shaft harder, kneeling on the bed and rested his forehead against the headboard so he could watch his flesh strain against the leather. He caught the glint of the silver pin and coiled wire gripping his crown, the heavy weight of his constrained balls aching and screaming with the need to defy the tight bindings and come. An image of Marguerite sucking his bound cock while Lord Minshom fucked his arse blazed through his brain, and he climaxed, forcing the thick jets of seed through the pain and into blessed release.

      He fell forward, panting as if he’d run a mile, his cock still twitching and coming into the smooth white sheets. With a groan he rolled onto his back and carefully unbuckled the leather ties and removed the silver pin. His heartbeat was so loud he couldn’t hear the ticking clock.

      Marguerite had sucked his cock, and yet he had no idea how to please her. Anthony stared up at the embroidered brown bed hangings. Devil take it. He’d have to ask for help.

      6

      “Is that you, Miss Marguerite? Are you looking for your mother?”

      “Good evening, Judd.”

      Marguerite smiled at her mother’s butler as he gestured for her to come farther into the warm homely kitchen of the pleasure house. In truth, her mother was the last person she wanted to see. Helene had a gift for knowing exactly what Marguerite most wanted to hide, and she had plenty to conceal at the moment.

      “Madame is away at her other house tonight. Do you want me to send her a message?”

      “No, don’t disturb her. I just came to see my sister.”

      Her mother rarely left her business to spend time at the townhouse with her husband, Lord Philip Knowles, the twins’ father. The last thing Marguerite wanted to do was interrupt their evening together. Although Philip was involved in the establishment, she knew he was often frustrated by Helene’s insistence that they keep their marriage secret. And if she sent a message, Marguerite knew her mother would always come.

      “Miss Lisette was in the main salon with Captain David Gray. Do you wish to go up to the pleasure house or shall I ask your sister to come down to the kitchen?”

      Marguerite swallowed hard. “No, I’ll go and find her.” She hesitated by the door. “I don’t suppose you have a mask I could borrow, do you?”

      “Of course, my lady. I’ll go and find you one. Do you have any preference as to color?”

      By the time Marguerite was masked and following Judd up the stairs, her heart was pounding. One never quite knew what one might encounter at the pleasure house, and she had become such a prude. To her relief, the main salon seemed relatively quiet, the guests more inclined to relax and eat than partake in an orgy.

      She saw Lisette’s blond head at one of the tables and headed in her direction. Her sister wore an impeccably cut cream satin gown that emphasized her slenderness and displayed her bosom to advantage. The man sitting next to Lisette immediately rose to his feet and bowed. Marguerite gave him a distracted smile and wondered why Lisette was spending her valuable time with him. He seemed far too ordinary to warrant her sister’s capricious attention, and rather old. She judged him to be in his early thirties, if not more.

      “Lisette.”

      “Marguerite, what on earth are you doing here?”

      Marguerite frowned and glanced pointedly at her male companion. Lisette shrugged. “It’s all right. This is my friend, Captain David Gray. He’s known Maman forever and is completely trustworthy.”

      “Ma’am.” Captain Gray bowed and then turned to Lisette. “Perhaps I should go and mingle for a while.”

      “All right, but don’t forget to come back and talk to me later.”

      “Of course, Miss Delornay.”

      Marguerite watched him walk away and then turned to Lisette who was still smiling. “He seems like a nice man.”

      “He is. Why do you make it sound like a criticism?”

      Marguerite sat opposite Lisette in the chair David had vacated. “He just seems a little old for you.”

      “Old for me to what?”

      “You know what I mean.”

      Lisette wrinkled her nose. “Marguerite you are such a prude. David is my friend, not my lover. I think he prefers men actually, but it is difficult to say.” She touched Marguerite’s hand. “What are you doing here, anyway?”

      “I wanted to ask your advice.”

      “Mine? Are you feeling quite the thing?”

      Marguerite scowled and lowered her voice. “If you are going to laugh at me, I’ll go.”

      Lisette made a presentable attempt to straighten her face. “No, I promise I’ll listen. How can I help?”

      “I need to see how a woman pleasures a man.”

      Lisette’s mouth dropped open. “I beg your pardon?”

      “Lisette!” Marguerite hissed. “I need you to show me a room where I can watch a woman making love to a man, and you mustn’t breathe a word of this to Maman.”

      “As if I would.” Lisette frowned. “Are you sure about this?”

      “Of course I am. You and Christian were the ones who told me to get out more!”

      “Yes, but…you seem to have progressed rather more quickly than we anticipated.” Lisette elbowed Marguerite in the ribs. “Anthony Sokorvsky must be some kind of fertility god.”

      “Oh, be quiet. Can you help me or not?”

      “Of course I can.” Lisette got to her feet, bringing Marguerite with her. “I know the perfect room. Come on.”

      Anthony slipped into the main salon of the pleasure house and looked cautiously around. To his relief there was no sign of Madame Helene, Lord Minshom or his brother. At least he might be able to conduct his business with a modicum of decorum. If such a thing was possible. He groaned inwardly.

      “Anthony?”