Two Months Later
His sweet petwas bent over in her favorite position, hands on the rail of the balcony in front of her, her leash trailing down her back and wrapped securely in his hand. When he pulled hard enough, her back would arch, head falling back, and breasts thrusting forward, down to the eager spectators below. His cock pumped in and out of her tight ass, making her squeal and cry out as much from the rough thrusts as from her arousal at being watched.
To their left, both Butch and Frank were standing, cocks in hand, watching with pure lust as Henry fucked her arse. They could look, but they could not touch. Everyone could look, but they could not have her. No, his sweet little debutante turned debased pet was all his. No one would recognize her as Lady Delilah Darling anymore. She was—and forever would be—hislady.
Her tight arse spasmed around his cock, and he slapped her already reddened ass, making her tighten around him again.
Cheers rang out below as she cried out in ecstasy and curses. The men had taken to betting on how long it would take her to climax whenever Henry fucked her during the evening. It was one of their favorite games.
Feeling the tight grip of her arse pulling at him, Henry groaned and buried himself inside her. The clenching muscles of her narrow channel pulled at him, milking his cock of its seed. Panting, he bent over her as she hung down in front of him, arms trembling from holding herself in position.
“Good girl.” He breathed the words, giving her a kiss between her shoulder blades. Her arse spasmed again in response, pulling one last spurt of pleasure from him.
Butch approached them, holding out her tail, breathing hard himself. He tended to bring himself to completion while watching them fuck, whereas Frank would disappear for a bit to find one of the tarts, often reenacting whatever Henry and Delilah had done. Accepting the tail with a nod, Henry pulled himself from Delilah’s tight hole, then pushed her tail back in before any of his cum could escape. She whimpered as the sore orifice was filled again but did not protest. Just having his seed plugged inside of her would arouse her all over again, and by the time they returned to their room, she’d be eager to take him in her mouth and revive his cock to its full potential, so he could fuck her before bed.
Down on the floor, no longer caring about the occupants of the balcony, now that the show was over, the gambling recommenced.
His pet dropped to her knees, leaning her head against his thigh, so he could stroke her hair while he surveyed his domain.
The Runners had not been back since the time they’d taken her away. Lady Felton was no longer a concern. Her granddaughters had not been able to keep their mouths shut about the ‘uncouth’ man who had carried Delilah off in the middle of the night. They had paid for their loose tongues when the ton turned on them, horrified Lady Felton had allowed her ward to be abducted and wed to a common ruffian. Lord Greene had kicked up a fuss, but since Henry had legally married her, there was nothing he could do. Delilah had written to him and Lady Greene, explaining she was very happy with her life, but the letter had gone unanswered. That weighed on her, but it was likely for the best. If Greene had said anything unkind to her, Henry would have been forced to deal with him, and he knew his pet was grateful to the man and his wife.
Rowdy Roddy’s crew was now being run by a man by the name of Stone and were no longer quite so rowdy. Unlike Roddy, Stone had real brains. As for poor Roddy, his body had been found in the Thames a fortnight ago. No one seemed to have any idea how he might have ended up there, and only a few even seemed to care to speculate.
A soft arm snaked around Henry’s calf, fingers resting gently on his boot, and he smiled.
All was right with his world… as long as he had his lady.
