“Actually, I had hoped once we married and began our own life together, she would have changed, calmed down or something. Instead, she’s even more bold.”
“I don’t think anything can change her.” Harriet shook her head and sighed.
“Anything you would like to do today?” Lucien asked.
“Do you have time?”
“Yes. I’ll always make time for you,” he replied. “And I do have an idea of what we could do for the next couple hours. After that we could go out for a walk. Perhaps go visit your father?”
“I’m not sure what his schedule was for today, but we could try.”
“Good. Would you show me to the music room? I thought I’d like to play if you don’t think anyone would mind,” Harriet asked and giggled. “I forgot to mention Rex is in our suite putting things away with your valet. It seems things arrived early this morning.”
Lucien tried to appear emotionless at her news. Now the music room might just prove the perfect place since their suitewas occupied. Harriet’s playing could be extremely seductive and perhaps now she would try it again.
“Yes, of course. Let me show you.”
The first thing Harriet did was walk directly to the piano. She ran her fingers across the keys to hear how it sounded. The instrument badly needed tuning. She could try to play it, but the sound would not be good. “Do you know when the last time this instrument was tuned?”
“No, but the housekeeper probably would know,” he replied.
“We’ll ask her later.” Harriet’s fingers hit the keys, and she began her attempt at playing Mozart. Lucien might not be able to distinguish the sour notes, but it was very apparent to her.
She hadn’t noticed her husband lock the door and walk back to stand beside her. He positioned himself directly behind her as he leaned down and kissed her neck several times before moving his hands down to her breasts.
Moaning as he freed both breasts and pinched their tips was all she could stand while continuing to play. Finally, unable to resist his touch Harriet quit playing just as he was lifting her skirt. Spreading her legs, her own body pulsed with need and desire. Finally, Lucien led her to the other end of the instrument and bent her over. He unfastened his trousers, freeing his cock and grinding it into her. She held on to the piano with all her might, as they kept a steady rhythm. His fingers found her wetness and he entered her. She bucked beneath him and, unable to keep it from her, Lucien spilled his seed deep inside her.
Turning her slowly around to face him, her skirts whooshed to the floor. He held on to her so closely there was no space between them.
“Lucien,” she said, her breath still ragged. “I need more.”
“You do?”
“Yes,” she replied anxiously as she began to lift her skirts to give him access.
“Show me where,” he said.
Grabbing his fingers, she led him to the apex between her legs and began rubbing herself against them. “Harder,” she whispered.
His lips came down on hers as she exploded into a million pieces. She wasn’t expecting him to silence her but as she came, her body showed her it wanted more. A lady wasn’t supposed to act like this, was she?
Lucien must have sensed her need because he lifted her down to the rug below them. She spread her legs and wrapped her fingers around his hard pulsing manhood and led him to her entrance and ecstasy.
*
Harriet found herhusband reading a letter at the breakfast table. She leaned down and kissed his cheek and bid him good morning before making her choices from the sideboard. She had been most impressed with the cooking here. The food was always perfect.
Picking up a plate, she found some sausages and eggs, along with seasonal fruit. She chose some toast and jam before returning to the table with her plate. A footman poured her a cup of coffee as she settled and arranged her plates as she wanted.
Lucien was in the middle of folding and putting the letter on top of the newspapers to his left. He took a sip of coffee and sighed.
“I wrote to my mother late yesterday about the masquerade your parents wish to give us,” Lucien said.
“I gather you asked if she would come,” Harriet said.
“I did, and she answered just as I figured. Her sister is quite ill, and she is not planning to leave now,” Lucien replied.
“Her sister must indeed be very ill for her to stay. We need to inform my mother that we think her ball should be postponed until your parents can join us.”
