Page 13 of A Lady, Her Lord, & Their Duke

He’d already experienced the most astonishing orgasm imaginable at the hands of the most beautiful woman in England…while being watched and encouraged by a disturbingly compelling man. Yet now they were to play a sexual game that would prove such a release just the tip of the iceberg? Impossible.

However, what was also disturbing: his confusion when Madam Arabella threatened to spank him for not being properly respectful, in that strict governess tone. Why, when he truly wished to please her, did a part of him want to misbehave? It made no damned sense. Nor did his fascination with Carlisle’s mouth. His elegant yet strong hands. And that long cock.

Christ.

A sharp slap to his bare arse jolted Edmund from his wayward thoughts. He gasped, both at the unexpected sting and faint warmth, and the way it made his cock throb. Was Madam Arabella’s discipline always like that? Because it felt good. “Forgive me, ma’am. My mind wandered.”

“Neville needs assistance,” she said impatiently.

“Of course. Might I have the opportunity to atone?”

A warm male hand came to rest on his shoulder. “Now you’re asking the right question, my friend,” said Carlisle, as though he’d passed a difficult exam with aplomb. “But hurry up, you are delaying Winter and Summer, and that is a travesty. We need to fetch the ices.”

“All three flavors,” added Madam Arabella with a sultry smile. “It would be an insult to Gunter’s otherwise. And don’t forget a dildo.”

Edmund followed Carlisle to the dessert table, then reached for the small bucket of pineapple ice. “Er…what is Winter and Summer?” he murmured.

The baron grinned as he collected the chocolate cream and brown bread ices. “Very simple. We decorate Arabella’s breasts and belly with the ices…winter…then lick them off…summer. After that, I’ll show you how to worship her pussy. It tastes even better.”

Edmund blinked. Forget chess or whist, Winter and Summer was clearly the greatest game that could ever be played. Yet even in his anticipation, he couldn’t help staring at Carlisle’s fully erect cock. It was so big. So hard. And the other man had barely touched it. “Doesn’t that hurt?” he whispered hesitantly. “Why don’t you just come?”

“My cock hurts terribly,” said Carlisle matter-of-factly. “But I don’t yet have permission to come. Why do you ask? Do you want to suck it better, Your Grace? To have your mouth stuffed full?”

For the longest moment they held each other’s gazes, and Edmund trembled.

What would it be like to suck a cock?

“Gentlemen,” said Madam Arabella sharply. “You dawdle.”

Carlisle shivered. “That governess tone is my fourth favorite thing, after her sweet pussy, her breasts, and the way she wields a riding crop. If only we had more time, Stanforth. I think you’d enjoy Madam’s cruelest kiss. You can feel it for hours.”

Pure unvarnished envy surged through Edmund. He might be a wealthy and powerful duke, but the Carlisles had so much more. Love. Affection. Passion. They lived to pleasure each other.

Stop it. Concentrate on what you do have: one night to learn.

After the baron also collected a thick dildo, the two men returned to the bed where Madam Arabella waited. She was perfection in contrast: creamy skin, dark pink nipples, vivid blue eyes and silken ebony hair. Now Carlisle had explained what Winter and Summer was, Edmund wanted to begin the game immediately. To take one of those taut nipples in his mouth. To taste her sweet center. To be entirely at Madam Arabella’s mercy.

“Why Stanforth,” she drawled, cupping one breast and tweaking the nipple as she moved restlessly on the bed. “Whatever are you pondering?”

“That if you crushed me between your thighs I would die happy,” Edmund blurted.

Madam Arabella laughed, the merriest sound he’d ever heard. “Please me and you might receive such a reward. Now, feed me ices. Nev, show our duke how it's done.”

“With pleasure, ma’am,” said Carlisle as he scooped up chocolate cream for his wife. Then he took a second spoonful, dabbed it around her left nipple, and sucked it clean.

Her moan seared Edmund to his very soul.

“Now you, Stanforth,” she instructed. “Pineapple.”

With the precision of a watchmaker, he fed Madam Arabella the pale yellow ice. Next, he smeared the chilled confection around her right nipple, even daring to graze the jewel-hard peak with the cold metal spoon, and her ragged gasp gave him confidence like nothing else could. Swooping down, he engulfed her nipple in his mouth, sucking ravenously until she cried out.

“You taste so good,” Edmund whispered unsteadily.

“Again,” Madam Arabella commanded. “Again and again, both of you. Nev, put the dildo in my pussy. Don’t stop until I come. Don’t you dare.”

Almost shaking with arousal, Edmund watched Carlisle push the leather phallus deeply inside her, his finger hooked through a small metal circle at the end. Then they used Madam Arabella’s breasts and belly like a dessert dish, decorating her skin with the ices and laving it off. Soon her flesh was covered in soft pink abrasions, her nipples sucked and bitten to decadent ruby. However, when Carlisle began expertly manipulating the dildo, easing it in and out of her core, twisting and turning the phallus as he gently nudged her clitoris, Madam Arabella writhed on the bed, her fingernails slashing at the sheets. Moments later, her orgasmic cries echoed in the chamber, full-throated sounds of ecstasy and triumph.

Once she lay still at last, Carlisle inhaled deeply of her soaked pussy. “May I taste, ma’am?”