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“Thank you, my
lord. I am indebted to you.”
Though I am
sure your lovely wife will not think the same. In fact, I am sure she will turn
us out on our arses.

*
* * *

Bastian scanned
the room for where he had tossed his shirt and cravat. There they were, in the
middle of the floor, too far out of reach, and more than likely wrinkled from
his hastiness.
Blast it! I still have an
appointment to attend
. He tucked his manhood back into his breeches, while
a very satisfied Mary Elizabeth lay grinning from satisfaction. “Well, don’t we
look like the cat that ate the canary?”

“
Mmm
…indeed, my lord. Your masterful skills of pleasure,
Bastian, never cease to amaze me. Your wicked tongue, in all its glory, knows
how to drive a woman mad. Where ever did you learn all that?”

The question made
him chuckle, and while no one had ever sought out such information before, he
would never give up his secrets on where he had learned of how to pleasure
women. His parents would turn over in their graves if he ever spoke such tales
aloud.

What would they say of my visits to brothel upon brothel? What would
my mother do if she knew that one of her widowed companions had taken me under
their wing and educated me on the needs of women who wished for more than a
simple fucking?
Who
knew that I would not be happy until I bound a woman, spanked her, and used
implements to ensure her pleasure?

All this thinking
was making his cock thick with need again. And while his companion, Mary
Elizabeth, deemed to please him in any way that she could, absolutely no one
would whimper, purr, or scream out his name like Cordelia. With a heavy heart,
Bastian shook his head to keep thoughts of her out of his mind.
Cordelia is gone. Move on, man!

With his shirt and
cravat back on, he walked over to Mary Elizabeth’s bed, planting a heavy hand
on her round, creamy arse. “My dear, I need to leave now. Try not to get into
any trouble until I come calling again. Am I understood?”

She grinned back
at him, her mischievous green eyes indicating that she was prepared to
disregard his order and make trouble at a moment’s notice. Yet her words sang a
different tune. “Of course, my love. I would not dare to ignite your ire.
Besides, I have some shopping to do. I have my eye on several new gowns, which
I think you will approve of very much.”

“Well, in that
case, I look forward to seeing them soon.”

“Bastian, before
you leave, I was wondering if you gave some more thought on—”

The earl pinched
the bridge of his nose.
Here we go again
.
“Mary Elizabeth, how many times must we go through this? I am not sure having a
paid mistress is how I would like to proceed. I happen to like our current
arrangement, and I wonder why you do not. If you want more money, I can
certainly offer it.”

The courtesan
scoffed and bounced from the bed to dress. “How many times must I tell you,
Bastian? Martine is hoping to draw a more long-term clientele. The woman is set
on seeing her experienced girls settled, so that she may begin training others
to prepare them for gentlemen of your league. As I said the other morning, if
you do not commit to that sort of arrangement, there will no longer be an
agreement for either of us.”

“Then so be it, my
dear. Shall we depart, then, knowing that this was our last moment together?”

She glared at him
with a scowl. “You infuriating man!” Mary Elizabeth grabbed her porcelain water
jug and tossed it at him. “You cad! Get out! I’ve had enough of this
nonsense…after everything I’ve done…”

Bastian backed
away, watching her fury with increasing fright. He had taken a chance with her,
showing her the ways of being submissive to a man’s heavy, but loving touch.
She could turn around and blackmail him, report their activities to Martine. He
could just imagine all of London learning of their tryst and how he prefers to
spank women.

Christ! How many people would consider that assault?
He could end up incarcerated, or even worse, locked away in an
asylum for his deviant behavior. That would top any scandal brought on by the
Marquess of Stoughton and his tryst with marchioness in the pleasure gardens,
as well as the Earl of Bridgeton marrying Lady Thompson in Gretna Green moments
before she was due to marry the Duke of Downsbury.

I’m
doomed.

Chapter Two

Cordelia grimaced
as the marchioness joined her in the parlor for tea. She could not imagine how
much her ladyship had endured, but knew how vicious London could be and how
vindictive her husband was. For what it was worth, she could not have been more
pleased when Lord Thompson had divulged that her husband had lost all his
holdings and was imprisoned at Newgate.

“Your Grace, you
have my apologies for my swooning the other evening.”

Cordelia waved off
the comment as if it were nothing. “Please, my lady, there is no need to
address me with formality any longer. I have renounced any of my associations
to Richard and would prefer to be addressed as Mrs. Weylen. However, if you can
ever find it in your heart to forgive what I have to say, then I would be happy
if you used my name freely.”

The marchioness
nodded in acknowledgement. “Go on. My husband said you had some news to give
me.”

“I do not expect
you to understand, nor do I expect your forgiveness. For if I was in your
situation, I am not certain that I would be so willing to listen. I can,
however, be clear in saying that I never, ever had an affair with your late
husband. Nor have I ever entertained the thought. Henry owed my husband a great
deal of money…or so he said. The night he was caught in my apartments, he was
there delivering a message from my lover, the Earl of Wendelhem.”

Cordelia stopped
to wipe away a tear slipping out of the corner of her eye when the marchioness
handed her a square of linen.

“I am so sorry,
Cordelia. While some of us have endured displeasure at the hands of your
husband, I suppose no one suffered more than yourself. He is a cruel, cruel
man. You were with Wycliffe’s child, then?”

Cordelia sucked in
a sharp breath and nodded then peered to the door at the end of the room.

“Do not worry.
Little Matthew is in good hands, I assure you. To be honest, now that I think
of it, he has got the earl’s eyes.”

The duchess smiled
and her belly fluttered, thinking of the precious gift that was her son. “He
does, does he not?” Then her expression turned sour. “Richard is a shallow man
and will always seek fortune wherever it is easily made. Perhaps before I
depart, I will visit him in disguise. I cannot believe he has received his
comeuppance with a vengeance.”

“Agreed. However,
I wonder what his reaction would be to see his duchess back from the dead. Can
you imagine his horror at seeing his duchess while he is dressed like a
pauper?”

Cordelia couldn’t
help but laugh hysterically. To her delight, she would certainly have to pay
him a visit. Perhaps if Bastian decided to come away with her, he would join
her in making the duke a cuckold. She could see his face now, red with fury and
embarrassment. While she was at it, she would tell him how inferior his cock
was to Bastian’s. The earl’s prowess in and out of the bedroom superseded
anything to which her husband had ever exposed her.

She had never
minded the attention of introducing a second man into their relations. It had
surely spiced things up. But not in the way that Richard liked to do things.

To him, a woman
was not to be given any pleasure. She was there to serve—to take him full to
the hilt, while taking his friend with her mouth. And were she to complain of
not receiving any relief, she would be reprimanded with a slap to the face
before a third gentleman would join.

Cordelia enjoyed
taking a man any way she could, but honestly would have desired just a spanking
occasionally.

When Richard had
stopped calling upon her, she had been forced to seek other methods of
pleasure. At first, she had sought to pleasure herself. It work, but the
effects were minimal, never fully satiating her need for aggression. Then she
had met Bastian. The Earl of Wendelhem had wooed her on the dance floor, and
then seduced her on Lord Broxton’s terrace. Soon, their dalliances became
frequent.

The first time
they had coupled, she had willingly gone to her knees and taken him with her
mouth. After his explosive release, she had demanded that he take her hard and
fast. Bastian complied, taking her several times that same evening. Beginning
with caution, he introduced her to new positions and promised her a night of
total abandon, but with caution.

When the date
could be arranged for her to spend another night at his townhouse, she had
learned with expediency that the earl was a whole new category of man. From
that day forward, he had become her deviant lord, and she had loved him for all
the wickedness he had prevailed upon her.

* * * *

Bastian
stared into the empty glass of port he had just downed. He only drank the stuff
when there was much on his mind, and as of this very moment, his rejection of
Mary Elizabeth’s proposal was a worry.

In a
time when much of London thrived on scandalous information, he had no desire to
have his personal life splashed upon the pages of the daily.
What I would do to give this all up.
He
had no desire to live his life based on the expectations of the
haute ton
. Quite frankly, the thought of
taking residence in Scotland, or even on the continent, was sounding more
appealing by the day.

He would
have his man of affairs go over the accounts with him. From there, he would be
able to decipher which estates he could gladly give up, and then permanently
relocate.

He was
wealthy enough to take whatever staff he wanted, or even hire new, if
necessary. Though the thought of leaving behind some of the most able-bodied
staff London had ever set eyes upon worried him, Bastian knew some of them
would never agree to move.

The hour
was growing late, and while his body was physically exhausted, his mind ceased
to shift around possible places to live. Pouring himself another dram of the
rich and aromatic wine, he walked over to where he stored his maps.

His
travels over the years had been extensive. After university, he had thought it
best to learn how other countries maintained agriculture and try to apply the
processes to his family’s existing acquisitions. There was nothing wrong with
their current systems, but if one wanted to continue to make a profit, one had
to be willing to expand ideas.

He had
opened a map of France and was studying the interior, when his fingers swept
across the lines of the coast, toward Italy.
Now, there is a place that had inspired many things.
’Twas
the very place he had learned how to pleasure a woman
with his mouth, as well as his first experience with being bound.

Bastian
stopped and closed his eyes, ignoring the thickness in his groin increasing by
the second. For a moment, he visualized his first impressions of the room and
found himself in a memory.

Marble floors were laid throughout the manor. A lush
green and vibrant garden on the filled the terrace. Signora Donatella, a
wealthy widow, summoned him to her expansive quarters on the top floor. When he
arrived, he found that she was not alone. Her vibrant red hair cascaded past
her shoulders, her silk robe open, while a male servant, wearing nothing,
kneeled before her.

“Come, come,” she said to Bastian.

He approached to find the tanned young man licking her
cunt and another disrobing behind her. She held onto a braided cord, which she
had wrapped around the young man’s neck, as if he were an animal.

“Sit, mi amore. You have much to learn, but first I
want you to watch.”

The other man came up from behind and started
caressing her tits. They were large and heavy, yet beautiful. She kissed him
and told him she is ready. Then, she dropped her robe and walked over to her
bed.

The young man on the cord knelt before her, and she
dropped onto all fours. She wrapped her lips around the boy’s meager cock,
while the other one stroked himself before dipping his penis into her juices
from behind. This one reached for a silk scarf and first covered her eyes.

Bastian was aroused, yet did not understand how far
she planned to take things. He released his own cock from his breeches and
began to stroke, slow but steady.

From behind, the young man pumped into Donatella hard
and fast before withdrawing. This time, he entered her posterior, and she
moaned. The boy on the cord now reaches for her hair and wraps it around his
hand. He, too, pumps fast and furiously. She takes him all the way.

Bastian found himself completely in awe of this
display and close to release. Slowing his strokes, he rolled and kneaded his
balls as he watched the men climax with a roar.

Not long after, Donatella found her own release with
an explosive cry and collapsed onto the bed. The servant removed the scarf from
her eyes, and she nodded to the boy whom she had serviced. “You will take care
of his needs now. Both of you, in fact. I hope you do not mind, Bastian? In
order for you to learn, you have to know how it feels.”

The boy approached and reached for Bastian’s hands,
walking him to the dais. He undressed the earl, who found himself, oddly, even
more aroused and curious as to what was going to happen. Bastian’s only
experience with widows so far had been nothing out of the ordinary.

Once the earl’s pants came off, the young man spread
his knees apart. Bastian’s cock bobbed in front of him. He lowers his head and
begins to suck.

Ignoring the fact he had a man’s lips around his cock,
desire ran hot throughout Bastian’s blood. The earl started pumping into his
mouth, when he felt the man’s hand slide beneath his ass. His finger traces up
the crease and slightly tickles around the hole. Then, he pulls his hand back
and slips a finger into his mouth while the earl’s cock is still in it.

Bastian is too far gone to even care what the young man
is doing. His balls tighten and his legs begin to tense. The moment the earl’s
seed flowed, the man continued to milk him dry, sticking a finger in his ass.

The earl’s nerve endings zinged, making him even more
confused about this ordeal. The man pulled out his finger and slowly eased back
from Bastian’s cock. His head spun and his breathing returned to a normal pace.

“How was that, Bastian? Did you enjoy it? I promise
you, there is more. Do not get too relaxed. Come here. I want you to practice
on me now. On the bed with you, and I want you to kneel on all fours. Diego,
cover my friend’s eyes. He needs to learn.”

Bastian followed her instructions, but decided to do
this his way. He has wanted to kiss her from the first time he saw her at the
piazza. He has wanted to fuck her tits suck on them. If he had to do this
blindfolded, he might as well learn how to do this the proper way.

He leaned forward and kissed her hard. She moaned into
his mouth and clasped the back of his head. Someone reached for his soft cock.
Fuck! Someone is going to suck it while—Christ!
Trying not to say anything, Bastian moved down Donatella’s body, using
his chin as his guide. Pressing his cheek to the round slope of her breast, he
turned precisely at the right time.

Bastian’s lips aligned with her nipple, and he drew it
out with a gentle tug of his teeth. She groaned, “Bite me harder. Harder,
please, Bastian.”

He complied before moving to the other. One of the
servants continued to suck him off, making him delirious, while the other bent
over behind him, cupping his ass.
Christ!
All the sensations were maddening.

Bastian moved down Donatella’s voluptuous body until
his mouth reached the apex of her thighs. He stopped for a moment and nibbled
one side then repeated the same on her other. Taking another pause, he breathed
in the scent of her sex. She was wet, and he could not help wanting to indulge
in her taste. Dipping his head, he licked her folds. Slick and sticky, he took
in her essence and that of the servant who had spilled into her previously.

It was in that moment, while he delighted in eating
her cunt, that he felt the instant sting of something being inserted into his
ass. However, the man now sucking his balls made it tolerable.

Up and down, in and out, Bastian’s tongue moved.
Donatella murmured something in her own heady state before her thighs closed in
around his head. As she screamed, he continued to suck her nub and lick up her
juices. He spilled into the servant’s mouth again.

Collapsing onto his side, Bastian ignored the fact
that he had been sodomized and pleasured by another man. He had learned a most
vital lesson—women enjoyed sexual congress more than they let others believe.
They desired to be bound, blindfolded, and under the proper circumstances,
dominated. Women didn’t mind submitting, if done properly.

The
memory left him hard and in a predicament. He needed relief, and his hand
wouldn’t suffice, nor did he desire Mary Elizabeth’s company.