Authors: Kate Pearce
gestured for me to sit on the rustic willow bench. I frowned up at him and demanded,
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“You seem to know your way around this garden very well. How many other women
have you lured out here to seduce?”
He came down on one knee in front of me. “A few. Why, does it bother you?” He
cocked his head to one side. I studied his flawless profile and gave in to an
overwhelming temptation to trail my finger over his luscious, warm mouth.
“A little,” I admitted as he began to fold back my skirts with practiced ease. “But
then, I am scarcely your mistress, am I? And I cannot claim to be in love with you.” I
pretended to pout. “You haven’t let me touch you or give you any pleasure.”
“No,” he said as he reached the apex of my thighs and pulled my legs apart. “Nor
are you going to.” His mouth quirked. “Consider this my gift to you and just enjoy it.”
He took his gloves off and stroked me between the legs. My stomach tensed with
anticipation. “God, you are wet again but, I think, a little tender. Luckily, I have just the
thing to cool you down.”
He withdrew his other hand from behind his back and produced a large glass dish
full of lemon ice.
“You forgot your dessert.”
I licked my lips as he moved to sit alongside me, leaving my skirts hiked up around
my waist. He dipped his fingers into the shards of flavored ice and eyed me with great
concentration.
“Your nipples look hot too, love. Lower your bodice and let me tend to them.”
I hastened to obey him and pushed my bodice off my shoulders until my breasts
jutted out towards him. I gasped as his fingers massaged the ice into my nipples and
leaned towards him. He reapplied the ice until my nipples stood rock hard and I was
beginning to pant with desire.
He took my hand and pushed my fingers inside my tight sheath as he bent forward
and sucked my right nipple into his mouth. I moaned as his hot wet tongue clashed and
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fought the coldness of my nipple. I pushed my fingers deeper and felt the clench and
release of my pleasure.
Gideon scooped up another handful of ice and crushed it against my well-sucked
and warmed right nipple. Then he suckled the frozen left one. I couldn’t stop coming as
he repeated the process again and again.
When he paused and pushed me down onto my back, I could only gaze up at his
lazy narrowed eyes with mute appeal. He smiled and balanced the half full dish of ice
in between my breasts.
“Are you cooler now?”
I shook my head and his gaze lowered to between my legs. He scooped up a huge
palm full of the yellow ice and pressed it into my pussy. I almost came off the seat as
the exquisite coldness collided with the heat he had built within me. With a murmur of
appreciation, Gideon knelt up and brought my legs over his shoulders. He used one
hand to support my back while he poured the remainder of the lemon sorbet into my
slick passage.
He pretended to sigh as he considered the fast melting ice. “Now, I suppose, you
want me to lick it off.”
“Yes.” I tried not to sound too eager. My hips jerked upwards towards the
tantalizing promise of his mouth.
“Ask me properly then.”
I knew what he wanted me to say. He and Gervase had delighted in teaching me
every filthy word in their vocabulary. They had made me use the words if I wished to
see or discuss anything they had done sexually.
“Please, Gideon, I want you to lick my pussy.”
His smile widened. “Ah, Eden, you remembered.” He bent his head, his warm
breath feathering my thighs. “Of course I will, love. Hold still now.”
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The next few minutes were so exquisite that I lost all sense of place and time.
Gideon slowly lowered his head, his warm breath already sending sparks of
anticipation through my stimulated flesh. His tongue felt rough against my icy skin as
he slowly circled my clitoris. I clenched my fingers on the bench as he sucked my
swollen bud into his mouth and held it there.
Still sucking, he slid one finger into my eager sheath and curled it around. The
fragrance of lemon infused my senses along with the heavy scent of my own arousal. I
dug my heels into Gideon’s shoulders, trying to bring myself closer to his tantalizing
mouth. It became difficult to breathe as his delicate rhythmic torture continued. I had to
come or I would explode…
When I regained my senses, Gideon sat beside me, one hand on my bare stomach. I
stared up into a darkened sky.
“Eden?” Gideon’s voice was quiet. “Are you ready to come back to the house?”
I nodded and he helped me rearrange my clothing into some semblance of order
although I was still sticky in places. We walked back towards the opened doors into the
dining room. As we approached, Gideon laid a warning hand on the back of my neck
and whispered close to my ear.
“I think Georgiana and her husband are still here. Listen.” I slowed my breathing
and made out the creak of a chair and the soft moans of a woman. Gideon tugged at my
hand and we slipped silently into the shadowed room. Georgiana’s skirts were pulled
up and she straddled her husband. Her corset and bodice were undone, revealing her
naked back. His hands gripped her hips, lifting and lowering her onto his cock.
I must have made a slight movement because Lord Woodson caught Gideon’s eye
and winked. Some unspoken message seemed to pass between them. Gideon placed my
hands on the back of the chair at the opposite end of the table and lifted my skirts. His
hand fumbled with the buttons of his breeches and then his cock sprang free and jabbed
in between my buttocks.
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Still holding Lord Woodson’s heated gaze, Gideon pulled down my bodice and
closed his fingers over my breasts. Lord Woodson must have whispered something in
Georgiana’s ear as he maneuvered her around so that she could see Gideon and me
from the side. I tensed as Gideon began to thrust against my buttocks to the tempo Lord
Woodson set with his wife.
“Don’t pretend to be shocked, Eden,” Gideon muttered. “You’ve always liked to
watch.”
He was right, damnation. I could feel my own excitement rising as I watched the
others couple. Georgiana’s small breast fit completely inside her husband’s eager mouth
as he suckled. Her hair tumbled in luxuriant waves over her shoulders as she rested her
head on his shoulder.
Gideon continued to rock against me. Georgiana whimpered as Lord Woodson
raised her up off his cock. He slowly pulled up her skirts and turned her until we could
see her pussy poised over his shaft. Despite his wife’s ecstatic cries, I noticed he wasn’t
as large as Gideon. He groaned as he brought her down over him in one swift
movement.
Gideon brought his right hand around and plunged all four fingers inside me.
Expert that he was, he tempered his strokes until Georgiana started to come. A moment
later, he allowed us both to find our release.
Before I had scarce finished shuddering, Gideon picked me up and almost ran up
the stairs with me to my bedroom. He was panting hard as he dropped me on the bed. I
fought against his efforts to release me as I felt his dripping cock graze my thigh. I tried
to pull him against me. In desperation, I moaned.
“Please, Gideon, I want you so badly. I mean I want your cock inside me. Please.”
His expression changed and he pushed me back against the pillows.
“No. Think of me as just a pleasure giver. Not a pleasure seeker.”
He buttoned his breeches over his still-hard cock with an obvious effort. “If you
can’t accept this, tell me now and I will not return from London at all.”
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I gazed up at his determined face and thought about the sexual delights I had
experienced in the past day. Was I stupid enough to stop him when I faced another
loveless marriage? No, I was far too selfish. I needed him.
“I am sorry, Gideon.” I reached for his hand. “I promise that your virtue will be safe
with me.” His expression relaxed into his normal lazy smile.
“Good.” He leaned over me and kissed my fingers. “For I have never had such an
adept and willing pupil.” He flicked my cheek. “I will bring you some pretty clothes
from London, if you permit.”
I nodded. Trust Gideon to know what I craved. He headed for the door and then
turned.
“I have already spoken to Georgiana. She will arrange for you to be escorted to my
house in Wanstead. It is more secluded and yet closer to London for when you have to
go and meet with my father. Georgiana will pretend that you are still with her, should
anyone inquire.”
It wasn’t until I extinguished the lights and lay my sorely overexcited body down to
rest that I wondered how Gideon knew I had to meet his father. Too sleepy to care, I
shut my eyes, tucked my hand between my legs and began to relive my amorous
adventures.
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Chapter Three
Two days later, as promised, I found myself ensconced in a luxurious bedchamber
in Gideon’s house in rural Wanstead. Pale silver draperies complemented delicate
French furniture and gray silk covered walls. Despite the beauty, I paced nervously as I
heard the sound of his boots ringing on the marble staircase.
I resisted the temptation to fly into his arms. Gideon was the more fastidious of the
twins, while Gervase was the one who loved to touch and be touched.
While alone at Gideon’s house, my thoughts turned increasingly to his twin
brother, Gervase. It was he who had first discovered me watching Gideon make love to
one of the dairymaids. I still remembered the flush of rage on his cheeks as he laid me
over his knee and began to spank me. His anger turned to amusement when I turned
my head in his lap and nuzzled his groin. My delight as he had sworn and got hard for
me surprised and intrigued him as did my many frank questions.
In my room there was a portrait of the twins painted when they turned eighteen. I
had spent most of the last two days studying it. The artist depicted the twins in profile,
facing each other like a golden two-headed coin. Even at eighteen, I could see the
differences in them which, if Gideon was anything to go by, had but accentuated over
the intervening years. Gideon’s face lacked the decision of Gervase’s and he seemed to
hide his true self under his lazy smile. Gervase stared boldly at his twin, a challenge in
his eyes.
I turned my gaze from the portrait as Gideon came through the door and bowed
exquisitely. A footman trailed behind him and deposited a plethora of boxes marked
with a famous modiste’s name on my silk-canopied bed. I squealed with delight and
headed towards them. Gideon caught my arm, his eyes full of amusement.
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“Not yet. You have to earn them. I’ve been thinking about you coming for me for
three days flat now and I can’t wait another moment.”
I gave a shrug and an exaggerated sigh and led Gideon to the couch opposite the
large gilded mirror on the wall.
“Take everything off, slowly. I want to enjoy it.” Gideon commanded and I was
happy enough to oblige. I slipped out of my clothes until I was naked except for my
stockings. Gideon didn’t take his eyes from me as he opened his breeches and began to
caress his cock.
“Come here.” His voice was guttural as I walked slowly towards him. “Put one foot
up on the couch.” I obeyed and his fingers slid in between my legs. I half closed my
eyes and looked down at his straining cock, which seemed to grow bigger by the
second.
“Christ, you are absolutely soaking and I haven’t even touched you yet.” He
brought his fingers forward and showed me how wet they were then massaged the
creamy fluid into his cock. “Show me how you come with my whip inside you.”
I smiled and took my time driving the whip handle in and out of me until I peaked
and came with a satisfying rush of excitement. I caught Gideon’s gaze in the mirror as I
realized that he hadn’t yet come.
“That was very nice, Eden, but I think that you need to stretch a little more.” He
took control of the whip and pushed it back inside me. I struggled to watch as, with an
abrupt flick of his wrists, he circled the whip handle with both hands and drove his two
longest fingers down the sides of the handle and thus inside me, stretching me even
wider. He began to pump his hands up and down, his thumbs pressed hard on my
clitoris, more fingers holding the whip and plunging inside of me until both his hands
encircled the width.
I screamed as my sheath tightened and clenched and waves of pleasure crashed
over me. I gulped in a breath, fearing I might lose consciousness. Mercifully he stopped
moving the whip. I looked in the mirror and gasped at how wide he had made me. I
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moved a fraction and another shudder ran through me. Gideon exhaled and removed
his hands. I whimpered at the loss and strove to pull his hand back.
Instead, he gripped his shaft and pumped hard until he came with a sudden jerking
stream of come. He removed the whip and studied my dripping pussy. I bit my lip as