Page 9 of A Lady, Her Lord, & Their Duke

“Yes, ma’am,” she ordered. “If you follow my instructions and demonstrate proper respect, you’ll find I’m very generous toward lovers who please me.”

“Orgasms beyond your wildest dreams, Your Grace,” said Neville as he lounged back on the chaise and casually caressed his hard shaft through the gold satin. “My cock hurts at the thought of what we’re going to teach you. How you’re going to come and come.”

Stanforth shuddered and began to pant. “I…er…”

“It’s very simple,” said Arabella as she trailed her fingers down until they rested just above the duke’s rearing cock. “All you have to say is ‘please, ma’am, remove my mask and hair cover’ and we may begin your first lesson in sexual obedience.”

She actually held her breath waiting for his reply; even Neville had tensed on the chaise. Never had an answer been so important. With every fiber of her being she wanted to initiate this man to pleasure, to wreck him with orgasms and leave him sore and satiated and forever changed by his meeting with Arabella Carlisle at Sanctuary.

At last, Stanforth met her gaze, and she was struck by two thoughts: the honest vulnerability in his eyes, something utterly startling for a duke so used to power and control in a world constructed entirely for men. But far sweeter than that, his submission.

“Please, ma’am, remove my mask and hair cover,” he said quietly but clearly. Then the duke bent down so she wouldn’t have to go up onto her toes.

Pleased at the thoughtful gesture—only Nev had ever instinctively considered her comfort before his own—Arabella rewarded Stanforth by trailing her fingertips along his swollen cock and briefly squeezing the end, making him gasp.

God, she burned to dominate and discipline the duke. To own him. To have him beg to please her. To be the first woman who left him senseless with pleasure. But she and Nev needed to move slowly, a gradual introduction to the world they knew so well.

Reaching up, she carefully removed his hair cover, revealing thick brown hair, cut military-short at the back and sides. Then she removed his mask.

“There you are, Stanforth,” Arabella said, smiling as she cupped his face and gently rubbed her thumbs across his cheekbones. “Indeed, it would have been a dreadful shame to hide such an attractive face. Nev, I’ll attend to your hair cover and mask, and you’ll remove mine.”

In no time at all, all three were ready, although Arabella did take another moment to smack her husband’s thigh for playing with his fully erect cock without permission.

“What next, Madam?” asked Nev, his glittering gaze an agonized plea for sexual relief as he waited on the chaise.

Only Nev understood her cruelty as she leaned down and kissed him softly, sweetly, before turning back to Stanforth. “Now, Your Grace. How much you wish to learn is entirely up to you. There’ll be no pregnancy risks whatsoever, but this is a one night only offer. From you I want to hear every moan, every gasp, every roar. And you will inform me immediately if you are unsure or unwilling; our play can stop or move in a different direction at any time. Do you understand?”

Stanforth smiled shyly, his shoulders relaxing. “Yes, ma’am.”

Oh God. There he was again, making her feel something. The duke was not another Neville to pet and cosset. He was an attractive man to use for her pleasure. That was all.

Irritated at her lapse, Arabella met Stanforth’s gaze. “Then let us begin. Take off your tunic.”

He actually hesitated. “Er…”

“Do you want me to go first?” asked Nev, already reaching for the hem of his gold tunic.

“No!” said Stanforth quickly. “I mean…well…”

Arabella raised one eyebrow. “You cannot tell me, having attended Cambridge, that you’ve never seen another man’s naked body, Your Grace.”

The duke’s shoulders slumped a little. “I have. But I never joined in when the lads got rowdy. A Vane does not indulge in frivolity.”

She inhaled slowly, fiercely resisting the urge to take the man in her arms and stroke his hair. Bloody aristocratic parents and their bloody awful ways of raising sons. Coming from a warm and loving home, Arabella had been shocked to discover how touch-starved, how coldly indifferent, Nev’s upbringing had been. He’d needed a great deal of care, and it seemed Stanforth required the same. To learn how to cherish his body and be proud of it.

“Nev darling,” said Arabella slowly. “Please take off your tunic. I wish Stanforth to see your delectable figure. To admire it. To know that it will please me to show off his own.”

Her husband nodded, tugging off the gold garment and tossing it onto the chaise, preening in the guise of stretching as he revealed his lean, elegant form. His long cock. And that sensational backside.

Stanforth paused, openly staring. And then, in one quick, awkward movement, he removed his own tunic.

Arabella licked her lips. Two exceedingly handsome, naked men. Both hers to command.

Exactly how she liked it.

CHAPTER 3

“We eagerly await your commands, Madam Arabella,” said Nev, his eyes twinkling with mischief and excitement as his gaze flicked between her and the very naked duke.