“Well…”
“Read to me a passage from Fordyce’sSermonsthat you think will keep your groom loyal,” he said.
“Why should I read to you in my own home?” she asked, turning in his hold.
“I’ll reward you with knowledge that will keep your Sebastian entranced.”
Jane grabbed the book and opened to a page that was bookmarked. “But who can describe the transports of a breast truly parental, on beholding a daughter shoot up like some fair but modest flower, and acquire, day after day, fresh beauty and growing sweetness, so as to fill every eye with pleasure, and every heart with admiration; while, like that same flower, sheappears unconscious of her opening charms, and only rejoices in the sun that cheers, and the hand that shelters her?”
“It seems Fordyce has depths heretofore unknown to me. You see, I, too, appreciate a blooming young flower and serving as a sheltering hand,” he said while cupping her mound.
“Sir, you pervert the meaning of his text,” she said, not moving from his hold.
“Such is the fate of a pervert in the company of a beautiful woman and a text of immense stupidity,” he said.
“No matter. As a gentleman, you promised knowledge that would keep my beloved husband always coming to me for his amatory needs. What shall keep him always looking in my direction?” she asked.
“I may have no occupation save whoring and gambling, but I am no gentleman,” he said. “And you need nothing from me to keep his eyes on you. Any man fortunate enough to be married to one such as you would be stupid to seek relief elsewhere,” he said.
“That differs from what I expected you might say.”
“The knowledge I grant you is thus: surprise him. Should he think he has plumbed every depth, introduce him to some aspect of you he has not yet met,” he said.
“Is that all?” she asked.
“I could speak more plainly,” he said. “Has he plumbed your depths yet?”
“We have completed the marital act,” said Jane.
“No, no, I mean, has he sucked and licked the bits between your thighs?” he asked.
“I think not!” exclaimed Jane. “Well, he did…we are not discussing my husband’s performance in the bedchamber! Or supply cupboard!”
“Ahh, so he has failed to bestow kisses on your pretty little cunt, has he? What a rogue. Meanwhile, I suppose he’s fed his cock down your lovely throat on multiple occasions, has he?” asked Sebastian.
“Down my…I don’t even know that’s possible,” mused Jane, subtly feeling the bones in her elegant neck.
“I can assure you, my lovely, that it’s very possible indeed,” he said. “I could demonstrate for you right now, very happily.”
“That won’t be necessary, sir. I find the hour grows late, and I invite you to seek company elsewhere,” she said.
“You’ve been such a good, resistant girl, Janie. I feel I should reward you before I take my leave. You sit, all darling curls and dressed in virginal white, while my hand grows comfortable between your legs.”
“I quite forgot about your hand entirely,” she sniffed.
“And yet I didn’t,” he said, giving her a squeeze. “I should reward you for granting a reprobate like me some of your guarded charms.”
“I need nothing of you aside from your departure from this house,” she said. “My husband’s house!”
Sebastian sank to the floor and made his way before his bride’s legs. Placing his hands on her knees, he gently pushed them apart and settled between them.
“I’m going to draw up your gown and perform the service your husband should have done already,” he said.
“My husband has satisfied my every need,” she said, her voice raising with the hem of her dress.
“I can satisfy needs you don’t yet know you have,” he said, burying his face between her legs and drawing forth a squeal of surprise.
“Sir!” she exclaimed while holding the nape of his neck to pull his mouth closer. “You mustn’t!”
