Page 37 of Lady Mariel’s Scandalous Love

He did so, a slow thrust that drove him deep within her, even as his fingers continued to work. Then, equally slowly, he drew out again. Mariel wanted to scream with frustration – the sensation was exquisite, but so slow…. Then he thrust in again, and thought left her. He steadily increased the pace of his thrusts, his fingers keeping time with that, until she was gasping, arching up to meet those thrusts, clutching at his shoulders as she did.

She could feel that shattering moment approaching again, the moment when she would dissolve, would be nothing but pleasure. Her internal muscles contracted as she tipped over into delicious oblivion, and she felt his cock spasm within her. His cry of release was the last thing she was consciously aware of, for some time.

When she did return to an awareness of her surroundings, he lay beside her, an arm around her, cradling her against his chest. She looked up into his eyes, and smiled.

“That was wonderful. And if that is what you can do to me, as a beginning, what on earth might happen when we have all the time and privacy that we want? My darling, I commend you on your choice of things to study and collect – I believe that your obsession has guaranteed me a lifetime of pleasure.”

He laughed, and kissed her gently.

“I will happily do my best to live up to that suggestion. Every day, as we sat there working on the translation, I imagined doing those things to you, with you. I imagined demonstrating exactly how various objects were intended to be used… and the idea that I will get to do so is… very stimulating.”

As he spoke, his fingers began to trail over her breasts again, and Mariel felt her body respond, instantly, aroused not just by his touch, but by the images that his words triggered in her mind.

“I… I admit that… oooh… I also imagined you doing that. I kept wishing that you could give me a very… personal… demonstration…”

“I am so glad that we agree on that matter.”

He bent to kiss her again, and she reached for him, finding him hard and ready. For quite some time after that, they did not speak, being far too busy indulging in the passion which they had both repressed for so many weeks.

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“The Prince Regent’s carriage has just drawn up outside, my Lord.”

Benson, the man Dash had employed as Museum manager, leaned in through Dash’s office door as he spoke. Dash turned to Mariel.

“I know you won’t want to, but I think it best if you go and hide away in the storerooms. I want the Prince Regent focussed on the Museum and its contents, not distracted by your charms – as he most definitely would be!”

Mariel laughed, shaking her head.

“I will hide away now, but not when it comes to the official opening! Let society deride me if they will, what matters more is that I am proud of you, and your museum.”

“Thank you! Now away with you!”

She went, and Dash rose, tidied his desk, and went out into the foyer area to greet the Prince Regent.

Benson opened the door, and the Prince entered, surprisingly only accompanied by two people, one of whom was his current favourite mistress. Dash bowed deeply, as was appropriate.

“Rise Longwood, enough of that formality. This is a private visit, no need for ceremony. Now, show me this collection of yours that everyone is gossiping about. I pride myself on being a connoisseur of erotica, which means that I am more than intrigued by the possibilities of what you have here.”

Behind him, the mistress emitted a small giggle. Dash ignored her.

“This way please, Your Highness. The Museum has been designed with different levels of… intensity... shall we say? The lower two floors contain items of varied and general interest, but not those representing the most… extreme explorations of erotic pleasure. Those items are housed on the upper floor, and it is my intent to make them available for viewing only to a select few, for an extra fee – a fee which will, of course, go towards the costs of maintaining this collection of cultural and artistic artefacts.”

“Sensible. Some of the aristocracy are rather faint hearted and stuffy about such things. I am glad to meet a man who isn’t. Now, do give me the full explanation in each room – If I decide that I don’t want to hear it, I’ll stop you.”

They passed through the first door, and Dash began providing information.

Out of the corner of his eye, he observed the Prince’s mistress, who seemed utterly fascinated, and whose cheeks coloured rather attractively as she viewed some of the items. The Prince, however, appeared just as obsessed by it all as Dash was. Soon, his explanations transformed into a conversation which delved into history, provenance of specific pieces, and the regional and cultural trends in erotic pursuits. Dash realised, with a start, that he was enjoying himself.

When they reached the upper floor, the mistress paled rather, as she studied some of the items, and Dash was hard put not to laugh. That a renowned courtesan, mistress to a Prince reputed to have rather depraved appetites, should flinch where Mariel did not, amused him a lot.

Once the viewing was concluded, and they had settled in the small parlour near his office with an extravagant serving of tea and cakes of all kinds as well as port and brandy, Dash broached the question which was the entire purpose, from his point of view, of the visit. But first, he made an enquiry which would allow him to ensure, he hoped, the response he wanted to that key question.

“Your Highness, might I ask which items in the collection you find most… interesting?”

The Prince Regent popped a sugared cake into his mouth, looking thoughtful, then followed it with a sizeable swallow of brandy.

“Well… dilettos are always worthwhile, especially when the carving is well executed. But I admit that I am far more intrigued by a number of the harnesses and... mechanical devices… which you showed me on the upper floor.”