Page 42 of A Lady, Her Lord, & Their Duke

“Yes,” gasped Edmund before repositioning himself to push his tongue inside her, frantically lapping her nectar like it was the only nourishment that could keep him alive. “I need…I need more.”

“Do it, sweetheart,” said Arabella fiercely. “Now, Nev darling, get the dildo and fuck me with it.”

Soon Edmund was sucking her clitoris and Nev was slowly penetrating her with the huge dildo. It felt so damned good Arabella could only thrash her head, her fingernails clawing the bed sheets as a spectacular wave of bliss built and built inside her. Then Neville thrust the dildo deeper and Edmund sucked her clitoris just a fraction harder and the wave crashed. She screamed in ecstasy, her body writhing as the pleasure went on and on.

Two delicious submissive men she loved with all her heart providing one gloriously violent orgasm.

The perfect beginning for their brand-new bedchamber.

And their brand-new life.

Until he’d first been with Nev and Arabella, Edmund had never before considered the magic, the true healing power of joyful bedding. With them, it wasn’t a cold duty to be completed as soon as humanly possible, but something exciting and blissful to be savored.

Like the taste of Arabella’s honey, for example.

Edmund licked his lips as he carefully sat back on the bed. “Each time I think maybe that will sate my hunger for a bit, but it never does.”

“Poor sweetheart,” crooned Arabella as she delicately stretched on the bed, her creamy skin flushed, her eyes sparkling, her pussy still stuffed full of dildo…the very portrait of a wanton erotic goddess. “Your cock is very hard. I think you want to be inside me very badly. Coming deep in my backside. Don’t you?”

“P-please,” he stuttered, his mind not even able to fully grasp such a wonder. Arabella was so beautiful. So generous and giving and caring. And all she wanted was his obedience and devotion. For him to be his true self. That was the most freeing thing in the world. “But…I don’t want to hurt you…”

“I’ll help you, love,” said Nev, caressing Edmund’s shoulder. “Just like in the past, we’re going to worship Madam together. And it’s going to be so, so good.”

Edmund shivered, his cock jerking at the hot sexual promise in his lover’s eyes. Now, it seemed foolish beyond words that he’d never before fully recognized his own attraction, his own craving for both men and women. But with Arabella and Nev it made perfect sense. And the way they were so clear in instructions. The way he always felt so damned comfortable to enjoy and explore. What a priceless gift. “I’m ready, Nev. I need this. I need you both. Please. Show me.”

Arabella blew him a kiss then carefully turned over onto her hands and knees, her luscious arse swaying in invitation. “Prepare me well, then fuck me hard, sweetheart.”

Nev groaned. “I envy you, Edmund. I will never, ever forget the first time I came in Ara’s arse when she had a dildo in her pussy. Nothing can prepare you for the tightness. The heat. The way she gripped me when she orgasmed, forcing me to come and come until I had no seed left…”

“Stop, I beg you,” said Edmund unsteadily as his cockhead grew damp with seed. “If you keep talking like that I won’t even last to get inside our queen.”

Nev grinned wickedly. “Talking is what I do best. Just remember, love: while you prepare Ara, I’ll be preparing you. Start with your tongue. Then one finger. Two. Three. We have plenty of oil, always be generous with it.”

Arabella moved restlessly on the bed. “Your queen says get to work. Both of you.”

“Yes, ma’am,” said Edmund, taking a moment to properly appreciate the lush globes of her arse, the tiny pink star of her anus, the way her pussy so snugly gripped the dildo inside. Then he inhaled deeply of her musky juices, before leaning down and flicking his tongue across her back entrance.

Arabella arched. “Don’t you dare tease me.”

For the briefest moment, Edmund considered doing just that, for the sole purpose of provoking discipline. Then Nev brushed a kiss across his shoulder. “If you want my cock inside you, best get your tongue moving, Edmund.”

Suddenly desperate to be penetrated, Edmund gently nudged Arabella’s legs wider apart so he could kneel between them. Then he began swirling his tongue, rimming her anus before pushing inside as much as he could.

She moaned. “Yes. Good.”

As though Nev had been waiting for such praise, he caressed Edmund’s arse, running an oil-wet fingertip between his nether cheeks, circling that tight hole before slowly, carefully entering him.

Edmund groaned at the burgeoning hint of fullness. It just felt so damned good.

Snatching up the oil bottle, he trickled some of the golden liquid on Arabella’s arse, then guided it into her anus with one finger, then two. In. Out. In. Out.

“More,” demanded Arabella. “Are you preparing Edmund’s arse, Nev darling?”

“He is…Christ…” gritted out Edmund, his eyes almost rolling in the back of his head as Nev added two more fingers.

Don’t come. Don’t come. Don’t come.

In a futile attempt to distract himself from the incessant throbbing of his cock, Edmund added a third finger to Arabella’s arse. It was a tight fit, her velvety walls compressing around his fingers, and even now the unyielding dildo in her pussy tormented him with the promise of how such movement would feel against the underside of his shaft. In his feverish excitement he accidentally nudged the end of the dildo, and Arabella’s shuddering gasp gave him an idea.