“Cytherean Tales… by Lady Corinth?” Adalyn’s jaw dropped. “Evan. Goodness. I’ve heard whispers about this volume. Quite shocking, some say.”
“Would you like me to read a bit to you?” His eyes shone in the firelight, more gold than green tonight, and wickedly beautiful at that moment.
Adalyn knew what her answershouldbe. And in a small act of defiance gave the answer shewantedto instead.
“Yes, please.”
He nodded and settled into the chair by the bed. “It’s probably best to give you an idea of the story, rather than start from the beginning, since there are many stories within.”
“Whatever you wish.” She snuggled down, turning a little to watch him as he thumbed through the pages.
“To give you a précis, this book is about a special house—not a brothel as such—but a place where the residentswantto be there. They desire greater knowledge about themselves as women, about men, and about the interactions that can bring pleasure to both. Each section is written by a different woman and reveals her choices and actions with the men she selects as partners.”
“Oh my,” breathed Adalyn. “That is quite different. I can see why it’s viewed as scandalous.”
“Indeed,” he agreed. “Are you sure you’d like to hear a chapter?”
She gulped. Then took a breath “Yes. I’m sure.”
He turned the pages. “All right. This is the one I think might interest you. It’s calledMistress Daisy’s Delight.”
And with that, Evan began to read.
“Perhaps some might find it unusual, or indeed shocking, but I confess that I enjoy the eyes of another upon me as I attain my pleasure. To that end, Sir Stern Grantham has been recommended to my attention, and I admit he is quite pleasing to my eyes.
I like how he bows respectfully as he enters my chamber, and obeys when I wave him to a chair. This has been positioned according to my dictates, of course. It guarantees him a good view of me, and knowing he can see clearly enhances my own delight. I have learned that the smallest detail can make a difference.
Few words are spoken. He’s not here for conversation and I am not unduly concerned about it. He’s here for pleasure, as am I.
So I begin, strolling to the red sofa, knowing my white robe and cream skin will show to perfection against the dark ruby velvet. Again, details matter. As is my wont, I am wearing stockings, and as I raise one leg to rest my foot on the cushions, the robe parts and he gets his first look at my leg. I make sure plenty of thigh is revealed as I slowly untie the garter and roll the stocking down to my toes. He’s swallowing. A good start in my opinion. Repeating the process allows me to briefly part the robe - he may think he’s seen a glimpse of my female curls. Perhaps he has - if not, he will very soon.
Now that my legs are bare, I turn to face him and slowly - always slowly - slip the ribbons holding my robe together from their loops. It parts, drapes against my breasts and flows away from my body. Now he can see my pussy, my dark curls hiding the treasure beneath. I hear his indrawn breath and watch his legs part as his manhood swells within his breeches.
I smile, for his response arouses me.”
Evan paused. “Are you sure you would like to hear more, Adalyn?”
She nodded with enthusiasm. “Oh yes. I like how daring she is. And I am eager to learn of Sir Stern’s responses.”
“I see. Could you imagine being such a woman? Being so daring?”
Adalyn thought about that for a moment or two. “In front of a stranger…probably not. But if one cared deeply about a man, would it be a special moment? Something both could share? I’d like to think so…” She glanced at Evan as she stopped speaking, only to catch a flare of heat in his eyes. She blushed. “Do go on.”
“Very well.”
“This is the point where I decide how best to proceed, and much is based on the man watching. Sir Stern’s gaze is roaming over my entire body, which pleases me…I shall tease him a little by letting my robe drop from one shoulder, and catch on my arm. I have perfected this move; it bares one breast and yet I am not nude. I feel my nipple tighten as his eyes fix on it, and there is the thrill, the shock of desire flaring down to my sex.
He is responding well, loosening his cravat and gazing at me as if I were a ten course dinner and he’d not eaten in a month. This is what I like. The knowledge that my body and my actions are controlling him. I trust the next step will continue the process.
It is time now for me to sit, and so I do, ensuring that my robe is a perfect frame for my body, which he will now see without encumbrance. This moment, this instant is a shock of excitement, and I ease into a seated position, my robe falling away, my legs slowly parting to reveal my flesh to his eager eyes. My breasts ache as he stares, almost as if he were touching me. Oh yes, he is hard now, a swollen and stretched cock distorting his clothing.
I begin, the first gentle touches of my fingertips on my lips and my neck, arching my head back as I let my hands roam to my breasts. I hear him groan as I lift them, hold them and then toy with my nipples. This always makes me moan, and my back shifts as my legs part even more. I am wet now, shining I hope in the light of the candles, positioned to shine their flickering light on the dewdrops of my desire sparkling on the fleshy folds. When I practised with a mirror, I found the sight to be most appealing. I trust Sir Stern does as well.
I am satisfied. He has unbuttoned his breeches and revealed the strong, thick length of his manhood. He has nothing to be ashamed of. I wonder if he will dare to continue - I must now begin to bring myself to the height of my own pleasure, and it would make me happy should he decide to follow suit. To that end, I stretch out as much as I can, my thighs wide, and slide my hand down to touch my most sensitive places. I smile as I note he does the same
I rub, tease, sigh and moan, allowing all of my natural desires to flower beneath my own touch. It is hard to remind myself that this is for him, my observer, but I try to open my eyes and ensure he is still paying attention. I can hear his flesh as he strokes himself, and it excites me, spurs me on in my own search for the ultimate pleasure. My fingers dart and delve, his hand squeezes and the sounds of our bodies are a unique symphony for two.
I shall come soon; I feel the tightening of my belly and my mouth falls open as I gasp for breath. I hear his muted groan and catch a glimpse of his cum as he spurts in completion. My evening has been successful, and I finish myself, allowing a sharp cry to escape as my body spasms and shakes through my release. It is wonderful, knowing he’s still watching, sharing this most intimate moment with his eyes.
