Seducing the Regency Dom (4 page)

"I only want to be me." Susanna shrugged
her shoulders. "Lord, I sound like one of those simpering heroines in a
circulating novel. I assure you the real me is nothing like that." The
glint in her eyes, and the curve of her lips showed that. She ran her tongue
around her mouth and let the pink tip linger for a second.

The pictures his mind conjured up, of his mouth on
her quim, his tongue teasing her channel and then, her cunt taking and holding
his cock, were enough to cause him him to stifle a moan.

"My lady, if you don't want us to be forced to
wed I suggest you take a step back. We might be in a deserted corridor, but if
I know one thing, it is that it won't be thus for long. Sadly, for I ache to know
what you mean." On cue he heard footsteps.

Susanna gasped and did as he asked.

Behind her, Pinkerton appeared and walked toward
them. "
Your
Grace? If you would be so kind, the
harpist would like permission to start playing in the supper room. Oh, and I
see more guests appearing behind you."

"Of course."
He waited until Pinkerton
turned and retraced his steps, presumably to give the agreement to the harpist,
and then Tony tucked Susanna's arm in his once more.
"Saved
by the bell, or rather the harp.
I'd bet you a guinea, that’s Lady
Hemscott."

Chapter
Four

He'd been correct in his surmise. As Susanna let her
maid brush her hair, she reflected on the strange day she had. Somehow she'd
muddled through it, and achieved her aim, but it had been a close run thing at
times. Now all she wanted was to go over the events in her mind, and be
prepared to report back to Jane the following day. Without Jane, this whole
affair, or lack of affair might never have happened. She listened, argued,
suggested, and agreed. Thus between the two of them, they had concocted
Campaign Come.

Susanna now realized when they'd conceived the
plan,
neither had properly thought it through. It was one
thing to beg him not to offer for her, another to do her best to engage his
interest in her with a greater depth. When she'd turned to him in the corridor,
and moved close to him on the pretense of—of what she had no idea— and felt his
cock stir against her quim, she'd nearly blurted out her plan. Luckily, the
interruption by Pinkerton had stopped her. It was way too soon to admit to any plots
or machinations. First she had to intrigue Tony, make him want to discover what
she was made of, and feel it was his own idea. It didn't sit easy with her to
be so underhanded, but as she said to Jane, needs must. Susanna had no
illusions regarding her Mama and Tony's Mama's plans. Those two ladies were
unstoppable when set on a course of action. It wasn't Tony she objected to––indeed,
he was the only thing that made their machinations palatable. It was what she
was told to expect which was objectionable. That if she were to wed Tony, it
would be no more than an ‘heir, spare, and stray’ union. There would be no
third person in their marriage. Not even—Susanna coughed.
Do not even think that way.

"That's fine, Mary… off you go. Tomorrow I'm
going to breakfast with Jane Brasher.
So an early morning,
and then a lazy day.
Evidently we're having a day at home, with no
evening engagements." She could hardly wait.

"Yes, my lady." Mary helped her into bed
and left her.

Anyone would think I
was incapable of climbing three feet onto my mattress.
Susanna snuggled
down, and let her eyes close.

Tony stretched out
beside her.

"Ssh, just enjoy
it. Let me show you how it should be, and what we both need."
 
With a wicked grin he began to touch her.

Susanna moaned and
stirred restlessly. She wanted more.

 
He laughed softly. "Shall we take it a
step further?"

Her eyes were covered
and he stretched her hands out high above her head.

"Leave them
there, and do not move them."

 
"Yes, my lord." She gripped the
headboard. She would do as he asked. His tone of voice commanded obedience.

 
"Ah, Xiao
Māo
, what a good little
sub
you are…"

Susanna held her
breath as he slipped two of his fingers inside her. They moved in and out,
stroking and teasing her, and increasing her juices.
He used his other hand to pinch and soothe her clitoris. As tingles spread
through her, he bent his head to take one hard nipple in his mouth. Then he bit
down on the sensitive nub, to just the pleasure side of pain. A wave of heat
engulfed her. Her skin was on fire and her nerves jangled, and her clit stung
with something just out of reach.
If only…

Susanna woke up with a sob. Her thighs and quim were
coated with her essence and she quivered with the need for that exquisite
pleasure of total release.

Her hands were clasped tight to the headboard, her
nightrail damp with perspiration and her body slicked with the evidence of her
arousal. If just a few hours of knowing brought this reaction, Heaven help her
if she spent a lot of time in close proximity to him. Her hand and her darning
mushroom would be sadly overworked.

With a sight, and a quiver of anticipation, Susanna
reached for the sewing aid she'd left on her bedside cupboard and used her
juices to lubricate it. She opened her legs and let the bulbous end tease the
lips of her cunt, before she slid it slowly into her channel. Jane had told her
it would feel oh so good in her other channel, the so-called forbidden one. The
one she had yet to pluck up the courage to use it in. For now, the sensation of
fullness where she inserted it inside her cunt was enough.
Almost.
Susanna rubbed and nipped her nub with her other hand.
And
flew.
Her body splintered into tiny pieces and she shook and sobbed as
her climax overwhelmed her.

Thank goodness my room
is apart from any others.

Her Mama's apartments were on the other side of the
corridor and several doors down. When she had accepted there was no other
option except to have yet one more season, Susanna had chosen her suite
carefully: At the end of the building, with her sitting room and dressing room
between her bedchamber and any other rooms. She'd long decided both here in the
capital and in the country she'd like her space. Her mother thought her strange,
but she finally accepted it.

On occasions such as this, when she made herself
come, she was ever grateful of her relative seclusion. Now all she had to do
was try to sleep, without dreaming of a tall, dark and handsome man with dark
grey eyes and a wicked smile, who may be the way to fulfill her…

****

"So you spoke to him, and he agreed?" Jane
licked chocolate from her lips and grinned. "The plan worked?" She
picked a pastry from the plate and took a bite.

"Well I'm not certain about that," Susanna
said with caution. "He agreed not to dance or offer for me, and then he let
Godmama coerce him into escorting me into supper. However, I have to say, once
we'd eaten he made his apologies and left. And then this morning, Mama was full
of the fact he must have a partiality for me. She may be my Mama, but she is
such a goose at times." She put her finger to her lips and remembered the
taste of Tony. "I did make his pego stir." Susanna giggled and her
skin heated. "And he did say the only mask I should wear was one he put
onto me so I could only feel, not see."

Jane dropped the pastry, narrowly missing her hot
chocolate. "He did? My, you must have stirred him up. It took Stephen
weeks before he told me any such thing. Even then he said it in such a circuitous
way,
I had to fathom it out."

"But you had the advantage of growing up with
Stephen. He was your first fumble in the hay, your first spank, and your first
climax," Susanna pointed out. "My first fumble was with Arthur
Cranswick, in the rose garden, and my first spank by Martin Aitken because I
laughed at him. Something I now am ashamed about…but seriously, he had no idea.
He thought that if he kissed my ear I would lift my skirts. I said no and
laughed, and he gave me a swipe on my arse. It was nothing like you described."
She drank her chocolate. The smooth, creamy liquid slid down her throat and
spread a warm glow through her. Nothing like the warm glow she felt when she
thought of how her closeness stirred Tony's body, but pleasant enough.
"And my first climax was by my own hand. Dammit, Jane, even though Tony
had no idea, I know I'll end up as his wife. The Mamas will somehow see to
that. However, no way will I be a compliant one. Well, not unless I am compliant
to his demands."

"As I am to Stephen," Jane said and leaned
in to hug Susanna. "It is called to be a subservient.
A
sub.
Wherein you let your Master take charge."

"If that day ever comes.
However, he did call
me his
kitten
in Chinese."

"He did?" Jane sounded awed.
"Oh my.
That is perfect. Stephen calls me ‘little one’
when we, oh lud, well…we call it playing.
When we play.
It is my signal to follow his lead."

"Well, he said he would call me that if he was
my Master, but didn't elaborate," Susanna said. "Jane, I have to know
if this life you enjoy is for me. After all you've told me, and I thank you for
that, I want to experience it for myself. Hearing from you that Tony has the
same ideas as Stephen, then being told I am to marry him, and not be part of
that? I refuse to accept it. If he wishes to…" She paused. Even though
this was Jane, her friend, her confidante and the only person she knew who
would understand, it was still hard to express her desires out loud once more. "To
tie up, spank, or blindfold anyone, I intend it will be me who experiences
those delights. Not some demi monde who accepts such ministrations and commands
for the guineas, not the need. Now how do I achieve that?"

"Do you truly wish to be his wife?" Jane
asked her. She picked up her pastry once more, and took a dainty bite.
"Mmm, this is good."

Susanna formulated her thoughts. Did she?
"Only if he treats me as his, his partner, and not his
encumbrance.
If our ideas suit. That is something I need to find out. If
he is determined to shut me out of what matters most to him, then I will
somehow refuse him. Go into a decline or do something so scandalous I will be
banished from the Ton, and go to live in the country and become a happy old
maid."

"Some would say what you're proposing is
scandal enough to be banished," Jane pointed out. "Seducing a man,
asking for all manner of things considered
to be
wrong, and all before you're betrothed."

"It'll be too late then."

 
"True.
Sometimes I wonder if I did you a disservice telling everything, well almost
everything, Stephen and I have enjoyed."

Susanna hugged her friend.
"Not
at all.
Remember I was all for telling your Mama that you had rope marks
on your wrists and couldn't sit on a cushion without wincing. And that was
before you told me how it was to experience the hardness of a man's cock in
your cunt."

Jane colored and sniggered. "True enough. And I
tell you, Susi, it gets better and better. I can only hope if you do persuade
Tony 'tis for you, you enjoy it as much as I. Stephen and I talk, as you know.
And he tells me Tony excels with wax play. Stephen hopes to learn more, to try
it on me."

"Wax play?” That interested Susanna, She'd
meant to quiz Jane about it after Tony had mentioned it was something he'd like
to do to her.
"Candles?
Tony spoke of this to me,
but didn’t elaborate."

"On his sub's skin.
In
patterns."

 
"I want
that."

"Might it not be an idea to become proficient
at fucking first?"

"Oh I will," Susanna said, and grinned.
"Starting tonight.
And you're going to help me."

Chapter
Five

"Bloody Dramas.
Who in Hades decided
we should like some long-winded implausible epic poem made into an interminable
play? About some idiot who falls for his half-sister, and then lets her die in
the end…
Stupid story."
Tony grumbled as he stood
behind his companion's chair and waited to seat her.

"Do I take from that you're not a fan of Lord
Byron?" Susanna asked as she settled herself and shook out her silks. He
seated their respective Mamas, who had positioned their chairs several feet
away, and sat down next to Susanna in the box at Drury Lane. As he bent his
head toward Susanna, both mothers looked on in complacent glee.

"Only if I don't have to
listen to his mad ramblings."
Tony smiled at her. As ever,
when he let his eyes linger on her milky white skin, his body responded with a rush
of heat. "Though, of course the company makes it all worthwhile."