Page 41 of A Lady, Her Lord, & Their Duke

“One moment,” said Nev, turning to the false bookcase. “Hurry up, Edmund!”

There was a faint click and the bookshelf opened. Edmund stepped out, and closed it behind him. “Apologies. Have I missed the grand unwrap?”

“Just in time,” said Nev.

Arabella swallowed hard, stunned at her emotional reaction. Then she quickly unfastened the ribbon, opened the box, and removed the fine tissue paper surrounding the gown. And gasped.

It was a garment created by angels; a long-sleeved, gathered-bodice purple gown in the softest satin imaginable. “It’s…it’s…”

“Fit for a queen,” said Edmund quietly.

“Our Queen Arabella,” said Nev. “Why don’t you try it on?”

Uncaring that she stood in a hallway, Arabella immediately gestured for her men to act as assistants and soon she wore the sumptuous purple gown. Oh God. The cut! The fabric! So comfortable and yet so flattering, draping her buxom curves rather than clinging. And the regal color made her feel like a queen. But the way her pets were staring with such reverence, such admiration, such hunger…

It was time to reward her faithful subjects.

“Such a thoughtful gift requires recognition. Come along,” Arabella said graciously, beckoning them to follow her into the newly refurbished master bedchamber. This was the room she was proudest of: with thick cream carpet, cream silk walls with gold leaf accents, heavy gold velvet drapes, a bed twice the normal size with a sturdy wrought-iron frame for restraining naughty submissives, two chests of drawers, a mahogany writing desk, and several armoires, it was the stuff of dreams. “May I present our new bedchamber.”

“Perfect,” said Edmund. “The gold is so elegant…like Nev’s hair.”

“And Edmund’s eyes,” said Nev slowly. Then he winked. “Not our practical queen indulging in a little sentiment?”

“Nonsense,” said Arabella, blushing. Thankfully she was rescued by a knock at the door, and she hurried over to collect the covered silver tray from a maid, before placing it on top of her desk.

Supper could wait. Orgasms could not.

Strolling over to the first chest of drawers, Arabella selected a bottle of oil and her favorite dildo, a superb example of Florentine leather enclosing a polished stone core that filled her to perfection. Then she turned back to her men. “Now, you two. Undress each other and do not tarry. You have many tasks ahead.”

It was almost comical how fast they obeyed. When Nev and Edmund both stood before her, naked and restless, their cocks rising and filling under her avid stare, Arabella nodded in satisfaction.

“How can we please you?” asked Nev.

“Much as I hate setting this heavenly gown aside, you’ll undress me,” said Arabella crisply. “Then we shall break in this new bed with a very special game. The act I described in Edmund’s bedchamber that night.”

Her husband groaned, a guttural, needy sound. “Oh God. Yes. Edmund fucking your arse and me fucking his. Can you imagine the connection. The pleasure-pain.”

Edmund sucked in a breath. “Please yes. But I’ve never…er…done that.”

Arabella smiled. Her duke was yearning again and it made her greedy pussy throb. “We’ll take this step by step, sweetheart. Now, do not dare wrinkle my queenly gown.”

Never had a lady been so carefully disrobed. Soon, her gown, petticoat, stays, chemise, shoes and stockings lay draped on the chaise, and Arabella was ready to play. Strolling over to the bed, hips swaying, she settled herself in the middle, before spreading her thighs wide and exposing her center to their avid gazes.

“May we…may we make you come?” asked Nev hoarsely.

“Right now?” begged Edmund.

“You may.”

The way they scrambled onto the bed made her giggle, but soon she was sighing in pleasure as Nev on her right and Edmund on her left each sucked a nipple with frantic urgency. Cradling both men in her arms, she slid her hands through their hair, firmly tugging if they became too enthusiastic. However, soon the urgent needs of her pussy became too great and she gently directed their heads toward her wet, aching center.

Nev gave Edmund a wicked grin as they each kissed their way down her fleshy belly to her mound. What did the naughty man have in mind?

Boldly holding her gaze, Nev leaned down and dragged his tongue back and forth along her labia, before circling her clitoris.

Arabella cried out in delight. Then Nev stopped and lifted his head, reached for Edmund and kissed him deeply, rubbing his pussy-wet face against the other man.

The impudence.