“Now,” Richard said more sharply.
Both Zara and Hux got up at his order, and together they all stumbled back up to the Richard’s chamber. Zara turned into Hux, her arms winding around his neck as she lifted on her tiptoes to kiss him. Hux cupped her backside, grinding her against him rhythmically as she gasped and groaned against his lips. But at last she stopped and turned back toward Richard.
“Would you like to see him serve as my attendant? How he readies me?”
“I do like to see him ready you.”
She glanced over her shoulder and nodded. Hux’s pupils dilated as he reached to unfasten the first button on her gown. “I live to serve, Countess.”
Zara let out her breath in a soft sigh and Richard smiled. He knew she had been called the Countess during her days as a lightskirt and courtesan. He had also sensed that there was pain associated with those days, and yet it was evident this wasn’t the first time she and Hux had played this game of mistress and servant, of forbidden pleasure.
He was more than willing to be part of it.
“You know,” he said as he moved to the bed. “Were you really a countess, the earl might stand by as you were readied by a servant, waiting to take you to his bed.”
Zara’s gaze had been a bit bleary as Hux slowly undressed her, but now her eyes lifted. “Would he now? Would he be excited as he watched another man take her out of her clothes?”
Richard nodded. “He would be. Watching another man’s hands on you? Very arousing. And knowing that same man would then watch the earl fuck his countess…would also be very exciting.”
Zara shivered. “It seems only fair, Huxley. After all, poor Richard has watched you take me more than once. Do you want to watch him do the same?”
Huxley leaned forward, pressing gentle kisses along her throat even as he stared at Richard, their gazes locked. “Oh yes,” he finally breathed. “But may your loyal servant please himself while you do so?”
“But not come,” Richard said, his tone a little sharp, a bit closer to “lord of the manor” command. And Hux’s hands hesitated before he slid Zara’s dress forward.
“I will do as the gentleman orders,” Hux said, and one side of his mouth quirked in a smile.
Richard’s cock actually throbbed in response. Oh yes, he liked this game. He thought he might like it just as much when he played the servant and Hux was in control. If he could be coaxed to be in control. He was always so careful not to be, at least with Zara. But Richard wanted to see him desperate and rough—he had a feeling that would be very much something to behold and experience firsthand.
“Then finish undressing her,” Richard commanded. “And Zara, get on the bed. Then Huxley, I think I will also need help with my clothing as my valet seems to be missing.”
Hux’s gaze flitted over Richard in a slow perusal. Then he nodded. “Yes, my lord.”
Huxley took his time sliding Zara’s dress from her shoulders. As with the previous day, she wasn’t wearing underthings, and Richard let himself look at her, drink in her naked curves that felt so fucking good against him.
Slowly Hux moved to his knees, his mouth just barely brushing over her skin as he did so. She let out a little sound of pleasure and gripped his shoulders for purchase as he carefully untied the garter that held up one silk stocking. He rolled it away, his fingers gorgeous against the paler skin of her thighs.
“May I adjust you, my lady?” he asked, looking up at her. “To more easily remove the other stocking?”
“Yes,” she breathed, watching him, trembling in anticipation for what he would do next.
He smiled at her, wicked, and then slowly eased on long leg over his shoulder, spreading her open above him, forcing her to lean on him as he pressed his hands to her still-stockinged calf and eased his fingers up the length of her inner thigh.
“Let me just, help you here, my lady,” he said softly, and lifted his mouth between her legs.
“Hux,” she breathed, fingers coming into his hair as he began to lick her gently, slowly, meant to tease not make her come. But that didn’t make it any less arousing to watch him play with her.
“Look at me,” Richard said.
She jerked her head up, almost startled. “Yes, my lord,” she said. “I’m almost ready.”
He nodded, forcing himself back to the game. “Yes, you look to be almost ready. Your servant does a very good job.”
“He does,” She tilted her head back with a moan. “Oh God, yes, he does. We should share him regularly if your valet is not reliable.”
“A very good idea.” Richard smiled.
Hux was unfastening Zara’s other garter while he licked her, and he tugged her stocking away at last and then drew back, his lips shining with her juices. “Will that be all, my lady?”
