“You may giggle now, Miss Ninepence, but I’ll only hear moans of pleasure when you take,” he rasped, drawing forth something from the bedside table, “my quizzing glass!”
In his hand, he brandished the quizzing glass that had brought them together, the object she’d once cursed. How funny that it now seemed like the dearest treasure of all their belongings, the gold thread connecting their lives so improbably.
“You can’t mean…”
“Oh, but I can, Miss Ninepence!” he cried. “You have dishonored me, and now I mean to heap that shame upon you! Feel the wrath of my quizzing glass!”
Lucy dissolved into giggles at her husband’s theatricality.Ahh, may they spend all of their days together and so amused.
And then she felt the gentle touch of the handle to her swollen inner lips and groaned with need. Peter had a gift for delicate touches, light teasing, and it never failed to make her body shake with desire. He could wind her tight until her gears seemed to slip and finally burst.
The quizzing glass’s handle slipped over her clitoris, and Lucy’s hands grabbed at the headboard, trying to find purchase as she lifted and bucked her hips in pursuit of paroxysm.
“I knew you’d break on it, my little prisoner,” Peter whispered, his eyes fixed on the spot he was teasing. “Now I shall prepare you with it for my cock. I mean to have you, to split your virgin cunt, to breed you, and to keep you here in my castle always.”
Lucy wanted to pull at her own hair, to touch her breasts, anything to relieve the growing pressure. She needed him and was going to scream if she didn’t get more.
Peter, dear Peter, was beginning to know exactly what she required, and he moved the handle of that quizzing glass to her entrance. He rested the slight weight of it there, letting her feel what he had planned, then circled it around the very start of her channel.
Words wouldn’t come; the sensual onslaught was too delicious, and Lucy babbled as he pressed it the barest fraction inside. And then withdrew it.
He was toying with her; of course she wanted him to fill her, but when it felt so divine, she could only writhe on the bedclothes.
“What a pretty little thing you are, Miss Ninepence,” said Peter, gently working the handle the tiniest bit deeper. “I fear I might need to taste you again.”
He set his mouth to her clitoris, sucked, and she was gone, broken on bolts of sensation, liquid seeming to gush from within as his teasing and satisfaction combined to unleash a storm.
When Peter placed a hand on her belly, Lucy flinched, so overcome was she that the nerves in her exhausted body couldn’t take another touch after feeling so much.
“Are you well, dear?” he asked, the rasp in his voice no more and his eyes tender as he regarded her.
“So well,” she said faintly. “I think you have broken me. Temporarily.”
He flung his quizzing glass aside and lay down next to her, allowing her to swim to the surface again and rejoin the living.
“That was lovely.”
“I’ve been studying,” he said, nuzzling a golden curl.
This was just as heavenly, merely lying companionably beside her husband and feeling touches that could only be described as loving.
“What else have you been studying, duke?” she asked, turning to him and running her hand through his hair.
“Well, I encountered something most curious in a positions manual.”
That sounded promising. Lucy tried to hide her delight, but her breathy voice belied her excitement.
“And what did it show?”
“You might be shocked, but there is a way to couple in a ratherbarnyardfashion.”
***
“Peter, oh, please,” Lucy wailed as her husband mounted her from behind and pulled her back by the hips onto his cock. “That place!”
“That’s right, take it,” said Peter, thrusting with newfound confidence. Confidence that had Lucy arching her back as he filled her so well.
His cock? He had plenty enough to share with her, and his shaft had found some spot inside that made the arches of her feet contract at the sensation.
