Lady Katherine Drummond plays by society’s rules, even after the Ton turns on her. Shunned by her peers, she keeps up appearances by day but allows her true self out in the privacy of The Market. There, in the arms of one man, she comes alive. So much so, she signs a contract to be his for six months. Despite never having seen his face and knowing him only as Sir, she fears losing her heart to the man who breaks through her defenses.
Lord Raymond Tarkenton, the Earl of Heathington, despises being one of the most sought after bachelors of the Ton. He could never ask a woman of his circle to submit to his sexual needs, and a mistress would never be an option. For now, one masked woman at The Market holds his undivided attention. When he realizes that his masked lover and Lady Katherine Drummond are one and the same, he must find a way to convince her that they are bound together by more than the straps at her wrists and the contract they signed. He must reveal himself and his love to her. But will she accept him for more than a sexual escape.
“I need you to relax, Kat. Are you ready?”
“Yes, Sir. I’m ready for you.”
He chuckled, damn him. “Not me, sweet. I am going to stretch your bottom with this.”
A jade dildo, beautifully carved, appeared before her eyes. It was Chinese with a dragon head carved in the hilt. The opposite end was a few inches of smooth stone that mushroomed at the tip replicating a penis. The dragon head was worn to rounded edges from a few thousand years of use. Her whole body shook with the idea of taking that within her body. Her juices dribbled down her inner thigh as he circled around and came between her spread legs. More of the thick, cool salve coated her hole before the tip of the hard cylinder pressed against her.
She took a deep breath and willed her body to relax. As the stone slid past the tight ring, she concentrated on relaxing around it. Focusing, she ignored the stretched burning sensation that came as it sank deeper into her body. Her backside felt so full, so uncomfortably full that she couldn’t help but squirm.
“Dear God you are a sight. Do you know how you look bent over with that dildo lodged in your backside? Arms stretched out forcing your breasts to dangle as though begging for me to touch them?” His voice caressed her, even as his words pushed her desire up another notch.
His hands found her breasts, pulling and tugging on her nipples. Then he trailed his fingers down her spine to cup her cheeks, spreading them so he could see the toy lodged firmly in her derriere.
His breath hitched. “Now, I am going to have a sip of whiskey as you adjust.”
Need leant a raspy quality to his voice and a jerkiness to the quality of his movements. The clink of glass came before the sound of liquid being poured. Then a chair scraped across the rug stopping where she was displayed. The burning had eased, leaving her feeling the contrast of the fullness between her cheeks and the emptiness in her pussy. It was pleasure and torment all rolled in to one.
How could she let him expose her like this? How could she find such pleasure in having her weakness revealed? All sense of time slipped away. Her awareness narrowed to the male presence nearby, to the driving compulsion to please him.
“It seems someone is enjoying my surprise.” His finger trailed up her inner thigh, collecting her moisture that had dripped down her leg. “Mmm. Sweet is the right name for you. Like ripe berries in summer.” He repeated the scooping of her juice and held his finger in front of her. “Taste how sweet you are.”
Eagerness had her licking his fingers hungrily. He pulled away, and to her great relief she heard his clothing rustling and then dropping on the floor. Then he was behind her, and the first slice of pleasure cut through her with a twist of the dildo before he pulled it out. His tongue plunged into her pussy while he slid the dildo back in her tight hole. Pleasure streaked through her, would have taken her to her knees but for the pillows.
He worked the long stone in and out of her body in sync with his tongue lapping at her honey. A scream reverberated off the walls around them when she shattered. Her channel spasmed around his tongue as her bottom clenched the invading jade. Wave after wave of pleasure swamped her until he gave her one last lick. “Thank you, Sir,” she murmured. Gratitude swamped her, followed by a pleasant lethargy.
A light swat on her cheek got her attention. “We are not through yet, my sweet.”
The swollen head of his cock slid through her throbbing folds. Still filled by the stone, the idea of taking him at the same time had her desire stirring again. He pushed into her in a long slow assault that had her crying out in pleasure. Filled to the brim with Heath’s cock and the dildo, she thought she would expire from the bliss.
Sorcha Mowbray is a mild mannered office worker by day…okay, so she is actually a mouthy, opinionated, take charge kind of gal who bosses everyone around; but she definitely works in an office. At night she writes romance so hot she sets the sheets on fire! Just ask her slightly singed husband.
She is a long time lover of historical romance, having grown up reading Johanna Lindsey and Judith McNaught. Then she discovered Thea Devine and Susan Johnson. Holy cow! Heroes and heroines could do THAT? From there, things devolved into trying her hand at writing a little smexy. Needless to say, she liked it and she hopes you do too!
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