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  "That's fine, Mary… off you go. Tomorrow I'm going to breakfast with Jane Brasher. So an early morning, and then a lazy day. Evidently we're having a day at home, with no evening engagements." She could hardly wait.

  "Yes, my lady." Mary helped her into bed and left her.

  Anyone would think I was incapable of climbing three feet onto my mattress. Susanna snuggled down, and let her eyes close.

  Tony stretched out beside her.

  "Ssh, just enjoy it. Let me show you how it should be, and what we both need." With a wicked grin he began to touch her.

  Susanna moaned and stirred restlessly. She wanted more.

  He laughed softly. "Shall we take it a step further?"

  Her eyes were covered and he stretched her hands out high above her head.

  "Leave them there, and do not move them."

  "Yes, my lord." She gripped the headboard. She would do as he asked. His tone of voice commanded obedience.

  "Ah, Xiao Māo, what a good little sub you are…"

  Susanna held her breath as he slipped two of his fingers inside her. They moved in and out, stroking and teasing her, and increasing her juices. He used his other hand to pinch and soothe her clitoris. As tingles spread through her, he bent his head to take one hard nipple in his mouth. Then he bit down on the sensitive nub, to just the pleasure side of pain. A wave of heat engulfed her. Her skin was on fire and her nerves jangled, and her clit stung with something just out of reach. If only…

  Susanna woke up with a sob. Her thighs and quim were coated with her essence and she quivered with the need for that exquisite pleasure of total release.

  Her hands were clasped tight to the headboard, her nightrail damp with perspiration and her body slicked with the evidence of her arousal. If just a few hours of knowing brought this reaction, Heaven help her if she spent a lot of time in close proximity to him. Her hand and her darning mushroom would be sadly overworked.

  With a sight, and a quiver of anticipation, Susanna reached for the sewing aid she'd left on her bedside cupboard and used her juices to lubricate it. She opened her legs and let the bulbous end tease the lips of her cunt, before she slid it slowly into her channel. Jane had told her it would feel oh so good in her other channel, the so-called forbidden one. The one she had yet to pluck up the courage to use it in. For now, the sensation of fullness where she inserted it inside her cunt was enough. Almost. Susanna rubbed and nipped her nub with her other hand. And flew. Her body splintered into tiny pieces and she shook and sobbed as her climax overwhelmed her.

  Thank goodness my room is apart from any others.

  Her Mama's apartments were on the other side of the corridor and several doors down. When she had accepted there was no other option except to have yet one more season, Susanna had chosen her suite carefully: At the end of the building, with her sitting room and dressing room between her bedchamber and any other rooms. She'd long decided both here in the capital and in the country she'd like her space. Her mother thought her strange, but she finally accepted it.

  On occasions such as this, when she made herself come, she was ever grateful of her relative seclusion. Now all she had to do was try to sleep, without dreaming of a tall, dark and handsome man with dark grey eyes and a wicked smile, who may be the way to fulfill her…

  ****

  "So you spoke to him, and he agreed?" Jane licked chocolate from her lips and grinned. "The plan worked?" She picked a pastry from the plate and took a bite.

  "Well I'm not certain about that," Susanna said with caution. "He agreed not to dance or offer for me, and then he let Godmama coerce him into escorting me into supper. However, I have to say, once we'd eaten he made his apologies and left. And then this morning, Mama was full of the fact he must have a partiality for me. She may be my Mama, but she is such a goose at times." She put her finger to her lips and remembered the taste of Tony. "I did make his pego stir." Susanna giggled and her skin heated. "And he did say the only mask I should wear was one he put onto me so I could only feel, not see."

  Jane dropped the pastry, narrowly missing her hot chocolate. "He did? My, you must have stirred him up. It took Stephen weeks before he told me any such thing. Even then he said it in such a circuitous way, I had to fathom it out."

  "But you had the advantage of growing up with Stephen. He was your first fumble in the hay, your first spank, and your first climax," Susanna pointed out. "My first fumble was with Arthur Cranswick, in the rose garden, and my first spank by Martin Aitken because I laughed at him. Something I now am ashamed about…but seriously, he had no idea. He thought that if he kissed my ear I would lift my skirts. I said no and laughed, and he gave me a swipe on my arse. It was nothing like you described." She drank her chocolate. The smooth, creamy liquid slid down her throat and spread a warm glow through her. Nothing like the warm glow she felt when she thought of how her closeness stirred Tony's body, but pleasant enough. "And my first climax was by my own hand. Dammit, Jane, even though Tony had no idea, I know I'll end up as his wife. The Mamas will somehow see to that. However, no way will I be a compliant one. Well, not unless I am compliant to his demands."

  "As I am to Stephen," Jane said and leaned in to hug Susanna. "It is called to be a subservient. A sub. Wherein you let your Master take charge."

  "If that day ever comes. However, he did call me his kitten in Chinese."

  "He did?" Jane sounded awed. "Oh my. That is perfect. Stephen calls me ‘little one’ when we, oh lud, well…we call it playing. When we play. It is my signal to follow his lead."

  "Well, he said he would call me that if he was my Master, but didn't elaborate," Susanna said. "Jane, I have to know if this life you enjoy is for me. After all you've told me, and I thank you for that, I want to experience it for myself. Hearing from you that Tony has the same ideas as Stephen, then being told I am to marry him, and not be part of that? I refuse to accept it. If he wishes to…" She paused. Even though this was Jane, her friend, her confidante and the only person she knew who would understand, it was still hard to express her desires out loud once more. "To tie up, spank, or blindfold anyone, I intend it will be me who experiences those delights. Not some demi monde who accepts such ministrations and commands for the guineas, not the need. Now how do I achieve that?"

  "Do you truly wish to be his wife?" Jane asked her. She picked up her pastry once more, and took a dainty bite. "Mmm, this is good."

  Susanna formulated her thoughts. Did she? "Only if he treats me as his, his partner, and not his encumbrance. If our ideas suit. That is something I need to find out. If he is determined to shut me out of what matters most to him, then I will somehow refuse him. Go into a decline or do something so scandalous I will be banished from the Ton, and go to live in the country and become a happy old maid."

  "Some would say what you're proposing is scandal enough to be banished," Jane pointed out. "Seducing a man, asking for all manner of things considered to be wrong, and all before you're betrothed."

  "It'll be too late then."

  "True. Sometimes I wonder if I did you a disservice telling everything, well almost everything, Stephen and I have enjoyed."

  Susanna hugged her friend. "Not at all. Remember I was all for telling your Mama that you had rope marks on your wrists and couldn't sit on a cushion without wincing. And that was before you told me how it was to experience the hardness of a man's cock in your cunt."

  Jane colored and sniggered. "True enough. And I tell you, Susi, it gets better and better. I can only hope if you do persuade Tony 'tis for you, you enjoy it as much as I. Stephen and I talk, as you know. And he tells me Tony excels with wax play. Stephen hopes to learn more, to try it on me."

  "Wax play?” That interested Susanna, She'd meant to quiz Jane about it after Tony had mentioned it was something he'd like to do to her. "Candles? Tony spoke of this to me, but didn’t elaborate."

  "On his sub's skin. In patterns."

  "I want that."

  "Might it not be an idea to become profi
cient at fucking first?"

  "Oh I will," Susanna said, and grinned. "Starting tonight. And you're going to help me."

  Chapter Five

  "Bloody Dramas. Who in Hades decided we should like some long-winded implausible epic poem made into an interminable play? About some idiot who falls for his half-sister, and then lets her die in the end… Stupid story." Tony grumbled as he stood behind his companion's chair and waited to seat her.

  "Do I take from that you're not a fan of Lord Byron?" Susanna asked as she settled herself and shook out her silks. He seated their respective Mamas, who had positioned their chairs several feet away, and sat down next to Susanna in the box at Drury Lane. As he bent his head toward Susanna, both mothers looked on in complacent glee.

  "Only if I don't have to listen to his mad ramblings." Tony smiled at her. As ever, when he let his eyes linger on her milky white skin, his body responded with a rush of heat. "Though, of course the company makes it all worthwhile."

  She gave him a glowering look and he grinned. What was it about this lady who made him tease? Apart from the fact if his Mama thought he was interested in her, she'd stop parading all the other hopefuls in front of him.

  "Oh stop it, and watch the stage." Susanna turned away from him pointedly, and he laughed.

  "Beware of annoying your Mama."

  "Oh, I do that anyway. Now, shh…It's about to begin."

  Tony crossed his legs at the ankles and prepared to be bored.

  "I thought Mr. Keane a fine actor," Susanna said an hour or so later. "And The Bride of Abydos is considered to be one of Lord Byron's greatest epics."

  Behind her he heard his Mama wittering on about stage presence, and commanding performances.

  "Admit it," Tony said and glanced at Susanna from under lowered lids. "You yawned. And I swear Mama snored."

  She giggled. "Just a bit. It does go on, I admit. However, now we have a break before the second half."

  He sighed. Sitting next to Susanna, her light floral scent in the air, and her bosoms pert under the low cut of her dress, his cock was half erect and willing to go the whole way. Instead he had to make polite conversation and be aware of their respective Mamas. A knock on the door made him look up. Saved by the knock.

  "Refreshments," he said as a footman wheeled a covered trolley inside. "I though we might enjoy them here rather than in the melee outside."

  As soon as the footman left, his Mama stood up. "How kind, dear boy, but we are going for some air. You stay and entertain Susanna. It is perfectly convenable, as you are in full view of the rest of the theatre." The dowagers sailed out and shut the door firmly behind them.

  Tony looked at Susanna and went by instinct. He winked. She giggled.

  "They are wrong, you know." He stood up and made a point of showing himself over the box wall. "This is one of the few boxes that is mainly out of view of the rest of the audience. Especially where we're seated. Wine?" He asked this last as he lifted the bottle.

  She nodded. "Is that why you chose it? This box?"

  He shook his head, and handed her a glass of ruby red liquid. "I would have done if I'd thought of it." The wine glowed deep and rich in the candlelight. Susanna took a sip, and used her tongue to collect a tiny droplet that lingered on her lips.

  "I assume it's from France?"

  He nodded.

  "Nice."

  Tony agreed with her, but thought they weren't appreciating the same thing. She spoke of the wine, he thought of her unconsciously erotic gesture. "Duty paid. As to the box, it's been in my family since the inception of the theatre, and wasn't acquired by me. However, I must admit that privacy has its plusses."

  "Oh, I agree." Susanna put her glass down carefully on the tiny ledge provided, and moved her chair closer to his. "Perhaps you could show me how?"

  Tony started and his pulse jerked. "Perhaps you could elaborate?"

  She smiled and ran her tongue around her lips, and then bit the bottom lip with three white teeth. "I thought you said earlier there was a lot you could teach me? Maybe you could start now?"

  Tony was sure he'd said no such thing. Minx… will she cry wolf if I touch her? Or is this a ploy? "You still are in agreement I don't offer for you?"

  "Well, of course." She sounded surprised he would ask. "I will never marry a man who only wants a wife for the heir and spare, as I have been assured you do."

  He nodded, and wondered why her statement didn't sit well with him. Was that truly his aim? When he knew once he wed he wouldn't stray?

  "Then come here." He pointed to the floor at his feet.

  She grinned. "Like a lap dog?"

  "I didn't point to my lap," Tony said. "Though if you prefer, lift your skirt and sit here." He patted his thighs. "I leave that choice to you."

  Susanna tucked her head to one side. "What happens where?"

  His cock was straining the materials of his pantaloons. Thank the lord for garments with give. Otherwise it would be poking over his waistband. "You'll have to wait and see. But choose quickly, for who knows how long we have."

  He could almost see her mind whirring. She smiled, long and full of promise. "Then if I have to chose, may I ask for whichever I don't have now, I may experience later?"

  His breath quickened. Had he found a lady willing to play? "Your wish is my command."

  Did he really hear her mutter she thought it the other way round?

  A noise outside the box alerted him to people about to come in and he pushed Susanna's chair back with one foot as the door opened. Tony rolled his eyes. He should know better than to start any dalliance in so public a place. Anyone could enter. Their Mamas, although no doubt meeting and chatting to their numerous cronies could return at any time.

  "My lord, your mother is unwell. Lady Campion is escorting her home." Jane came in and winked. Her deep blue silk gown shimmered as she moved. "As far as anyone is aware Stephen and I are in here with you. In reality we'll stay in the next box and leave the adjoining door unlocked, to preserve the proprieties." She sniggered. "However, we have our own agenda tonight." She shut the door behind her with a decisive click.

  "And who arranged what, I wonder, and whose plans were foiled," Tony said rhetorically once he and Susanna were alone again. Did his companion color a little? In the dim light from the sconce above their box it was difficult to tell. However, it seemed she wasn't perturbed.

  Susanna laughed. "So where were we?"

  Tony locked the door to the corridor, pleased to see his companion hadn’t flinched, and moved back to his chair. Her gaze followed his every move. As he sat, he spread his legs, leaving a gap between them big enough for her to kneel in if she chose. She swallowed and the soft skin on her throat rippled. Such a small thing, but oh so exciting to him. She was aware of him. And I thought she was indifferent. "You were about to decide what happens next."

  "I was, wasn't I?" She took a deep breath and Tony wondered if her breasts would pop over the top of her gown. Was that a dusky nipple he could see half revealed?

  "Then I will sit here." With only the slightest tremble, Susanna stood, turned and sank to her knees in between his thighs. Her dress caught under her legs and the silk tightened over her contours.

  Tony waited without saying a word until she fidgeted.

  "Well?" Susanna asked, as she stared at him. Her lips were parted and her breath came out in tiny pants. In the low light he saw how her skin shone with the soft sheen of arousal. "What now?"

  "Now if you were really interested in what we could be, I'd get you to put your hands behind your back, bow your head and stay silent, and not fidget. Instead I think I’ll ask you to suck my cock."

  Had he gone too far? She was a young unmarried lady of the Ton, not some demi monde who knew the score.

  "Oh, my." She lifted her hand in the air in a fluttering motion and let it drop to her side. Then she lifted both hands to the band of his pantaloons and drew it lower until the tip of his cock, slick with his juices, was revealed. Her gasp was
one of what? Tony hoped not disgust, but to tell the truth, he had no idea. All he knew was that as her hands scraped his skin, his pre-cum increased. Slowly, almost reverently, she released his prick from its confines and stroked the length with a trembling finger.

  "Well, hello." Her voice was husky. "I'm so pleased to make your acquaintance." As he opened his mouth to speak, Susanna bent her head.

  Tony lost any idea of what he intended to say.

  Chapter Six

  Susanna had no idea she could be so bold. The butterflies in her stomach would vie any lepidopterist's collection, and the muscles in her channel jumped around so much it was a wonder she wasn't dancing along with them. It was one thing asking Jane for the details of what she might be asked to do, another to actually do it. Where did her nose go? Should she use her hands to get his prick into a position she could manage? Did she just take the tip into her mouth and suck? What if, he came in her mouth? Should she swallow or spit? So many questions. Why did she think she could do this? Just because she needed to make him understand she wished to experience all he had to offer.

  She lifted her head. "Maybe I should just lift my skirts and sit on your lap instead?"

  "Reneging, Susanna? I thought you had more backbone than that," Tony said in an undertone. Outside in the auditorium the cheers and applause indicated the drama was about to continue. Inside the box, Susanna decided it was about to start.