Though he’d touched her in callous ways too.
Elizabeth was wrapped again in the cool silk of the robe when Miss Li returned, this time with a hulking fellow two steps behind her.
“Finished, Rose?”
“Yes’m.” Rose curtsied. “Cleaned up right nice.”
Miss Li threw Elizabeth a critical look and addressed her staff. “Jasper will arrive in half an hour to fetch Miss Winthrop, girls, so we haven’t time for tea, alas. Instead, I should like you to further her education,tactfully,” she stressed. Her eyes flitted to the man she’d brought. “And with consideration to the lady’sinexperience.”
Evie giggled coyly at said fellow, who did not seem displeased by the attention.
“I look forward to congratulating you and Jasper on your nuptials, Elizabeth.” Miss Liglided from the room. “Until then, I leave you in good hands.”
By ‘good hands’ the lady apparently meant pure, debauched wickedness, for Evie unbuttoned the man’s fall and proceeded to do what the butcher had intended with Elizabeth.
“Lordy, Mr. Damon, you’ve a fine prick.” Evie licked her lips as she palmed the man’s increasingly erect member in her fist.
Try as she might, Elizabeth could not tear her gaze away from his formidable endowment.
“See here, miss, how it grows t’ me touch?” Evie grinned. “Nothin’ to it, long as y’ tease ’im nice’n steady.”
“Not too steady, mind,” Rose piped up, “else he’ll pop ’is cork too fast, whichyou’llnot want with Jasper, miss.” She winked at Elizabeth.
“Show ’er yer trick,” Mae urged Evie. “The one what gets ’em every time.”
Elizabeth watched Evie push the man’s trousers to his knees as Evie’s other hand reached to cup his bollocks, kneading them until a groan escaped his lips.
“An’ t’ other,” prodded Mae, making Evie grin more wickedly, the man jerking to her unexpected rear invasion.
“There, luv,” she crooned. “That’s it. Let Evie please you, just like Miss Li wants.”
“Whadya do, Damon, t’ deserve such fine service from our Evie?” Rose crossed her arms over her chest.
“I…” The man struggled to speak under Evie’s caresses. “I dunno,” he got out. “Said I’d been o’ service to ’er. Said I’d done me job well an’—”
“An’ what job might that be, sir?” Mae cocked her head.
“I don’t right …Jesus Mary Mother o’ God!” he let out in a roar of pleasure as Evie knelt to taste the man with her tongue.
Elizabeth’s loud gasp made all heads swivel.
“Watch close now, miss,” Rose instructed. “See how she uses lips an’ tongue an’ barely any teeth? Evie’s best there is at fellatin’.”
“Oi, better’n I’ll ever be,” piped Mae. “Though I’ve me own specialties.” She smiled coyly.
Evie had by now swallowed the man entirely, making Elizabeth wonder how it was the maid did not choke, wondering how the devil it must feel to be so … filled.
Mr. Damon, meanwhile, looked fit to burst. His eyes rolled back in pleasure, his thick hands at Evie’s head urging her to take him ever deeper, thrusting in a rhythm Elizabeth felt deep in her loins, sparking within her an alarming, wild yearning.
He cried out, loud, and shuddered as he held Evie there against him, around him. And then he slowly withdrew his still-wet prick.
Evie wiped her mouth with the back of her hand before she licked the length of him clean. She gave Elizabeth a sly smile, then pulled Mr. Damon’s trousers up, tucked him back in, and fastened his fall. She gave his groin a little pat and stood.
“Nicely done, Evie.” The Baron’s voice surprised them all. “Damon.” He nodded to the man as he entered, making Elizabeth and Evie simultaneously blush red.
“Come, Miss Winthrop, it’s time you got dressed. I must return you to your father before he thinks I’ve spirited you to Gretna.”
Elizabeth’s entire body burned with curiosity as Rose ushered her behind a screen to help her from her robe into her dress. She ought to feel ashamed by what she’d just witnessed. Instead, she wished she’d seen more.
