“Why does he listen to you and not me?” She pouted, looking every bit a baron’s wife in her red ball gown, his diamond necklace matching her wedding spectacles. Milton was eager to show off his Baroness tonight at the Denbigh ball and further his social goals.
“You’ve not mastered the right tone,” he told her. “Come!” Milton ordered, and the dog trotted right over. “Now call him to you.”
“Come!” she said sharply, but the dog laid his head on his paws, dropping to his haunches. “Mutton,come!” She stomped her foot, but the hound only looked at Milton as if to ask if he should humor the lady?
She sighed. “Oh, I give up, you lump.” She scratched Mutton behind his ears. “You love your master, don’t you? You loveonlyhim, I know, you dear, sweet lummox.”
Milton jealously wished his wife would scratchhisears with such affection. Though she’d warmed to him again. In bed, at least.
Elizabeth straightened her shoulders. “I suppose it is time we present ourselves to the world, sir.”
He laid her wrap about her shoulders. “You’re not anxious, are you, Lizzie? Your sister will be there, and the Duchess, of course, as well as Lady Stanton and any number of distinguished guests you’ve met before at these affairs.
“I shall be fine, Milton, except that I shall be scrutinized now as wife, rather than be allowed to fade into the background as mere wallflower.”
“I doubt you were ever a wallflower, Elizabeth.”
“How little you know, sir,” she grumbled.
“I know you’ve been an obedient wife and left your drawers in your room as instructed, haven’t you, Lizzie?”
She blushed. “I have followed my husband’s wishes, yes.”
“I am glad to hear it.” He spoke low into her ear. “Because I intend to put you at ease on our journey there.”
By the time he bundled her into his carriage, her blush had spread deliciously to her slender neck, a sight he appreciated for a moment before he embarked on full seduction.
Milton patted his lap in invitation, “Come, Lizzie, let me prepare you for the ball. But draw the curtains first. I do not wish to share you with half of London. I want my wife all to myself.”
As she loosely pulled them shut he admired her equally slender wrist. He admired everything about her since she’d refused to beat him with his ruler. Elizabeth’s strength of will amazed him, though it was her surrender he wanted right now. Her diamonds caught slivers of light from the now muted streetlamps the carriage passed, while that tiny crease of ever-present consternation he adored marred her lovely brow.
“Are you playing coy, dear? I promise a most satisfying ride.”
Leaning back against her seat, Elizabeth shyly shook her head. The world was shut out, the carriage lulling them like acradle. Milton savored this reprieve, just the two of them alone, before society should wreak its havoc, as it always did.
“You will disturb my coiffure Ginny worked so hard to achieve, sir.” She worried her lips with her teeth.
Nervous. That’s what’s amiss.
“Elizabeth.” He tried the same tone he used on Mutton. “Come.”
Her breath hitched, but she obediently settled atop his lap, wreaking an altogether different sort of havoc on his loins.
He raised her skirts, lifting her to straddle him. “Better,” he murmured into the valley of her breasts, adjusting her knees so that her legs more comfortably parted. Her bosom rose rapidly, breaths fluttering in her chest like some bright, exotic bird, poised for flight.
“Milton, you mustn’t rumple my dress, not on a night as important as?—”
“Lizzie, luv,” he purred low in his throat, “I’ll not mess a hair on yer head.”
She tried to say more but he stopped her with his finger. And then he pushed that finger slowly into her mouth.
“Undo my fall,” he ordered, and she did, even as he slid his finger lasciviously between her rosy lips. His other hand slipped below her skirts to her hot, ready center, where he dipped into her heat, mirroring the motion at her mouth, stroking her at the same steady pace.
Elizabeth whimpered as she palmed his stiffening cock. His hands now shifted her hips, positioning her over his hardened prick, then seated her onto his length. Her breath stuttered as he leaned forward to gently steal a kiss. He pulled her lip with his teeth, then licked her cheek.
“God, Lizzie.” Milton groaned his pleasure. “Ride as slow or fast as you like. Drain me of all seed. I wish to feel every squeeze, feel your lovely cunny milk my prick dry.”
He slipped the finger he’d had between her legs between her lips, and she suckled so eagerly, so sincerely, he nearly came right then and there.
