Page 91 of The Notorious Lady

She rolled the little ball on top between her fingers. “This one is the first one I’ve developed with a little metal ball for the woman’s pleasure. Don’t worry,” she said, with a sly smile. “This one is new. Take off your breeches,” she whispered and walked to her desk once more.

She pulled out a jar and opened the lid. The fresh scent of herbs permeated the air. She dipped her fingers in the jar and then coated the ring. “Herbal oils,” she said as she walked toward him. For a smoother fit.

His heart drummed violently in his ears. Ford had never done anything like this and oddly, he found it exciting. He always thought the people who went to The House of Pain and Pleasure were depraved. And perhaps they were. However, evaluating his feelings about this new aspect of lovemaking, he realized that he was too.

He quickly shed his breeches and stood completely naked before her.

Grace glanced down and bit her lip. “It is important that you are relaxed before I put it on.”

Ford’s excitement was too obvious with his cock standing up and ready. “Give me a moment,” he said, closing his eyes and bringing his mind back to the dirty streets of St. Giles where garbage, animal and human waste alike flanked the streets.

He opened his eyes. It worked. Perhaps, too well. His cock went flaccid and his excitement subsided.

Grace dropped to her knees in front of him and all his efforts might as well have been in vain as his cock immediately twitched at attention. Grace chuckled, but easily slipped the ring around his manhood, strapping it for a tighter fit.

Her smooth, warm touch and the tight fit of the ring sent the blood flowing up as his cock hardened instantly, standing proudly.

Grace quickly dipped her head and pressed a kiss to the top. His cock jolted in reaction, a little drop of need seeping from the slit.

Did she say this device helped men last longer? If she continued her ministrations, he would prove this theory wrong.

Grace stood fluidly and took a couple of steps back, studying his form with a predatory gaze in her eyes, licking her lips as she did so.

He met her eyes and lifted a brow. “Are you satisfied yet?”

“Not yet.” She shook her head with a teasing grin. “Don’t move.”

He’d promised to be a willing puppet, so he complied, standing still when she started undoing the buttons of her dress. He didn’t move when she pulled it down with deliberate slowness, revealing bits of skin moment by moment. He still stood unmoving when she removed her shift, standing completely naked before him, her nipples pointing at him, begging for his touch, his mouth.

“Kiss me,” she whispered, and a breath of relief whooshed out of his lungs. He leapt toward her, catching her in his arms and covering her mouth with his.

He pushed his tongue inside her mouth, devouring her, claiming her as his. Her hands immediately went to stroke his cock, his hands caressed her breasts, teasing the puckered little tips of her breasts.

“Take me to bed,” she whispered against his mouth, and he complied, lifting her in his arms and dropping her onto the bed. She laughed as she bounced against the mattress, the beautiful sound sending shivers down his length, adding to the overall sensations of pleasure, bliss, happiness… love.

He kissed her lips to quiet his rioting mind. His hands tangled in her hair, and he wrapped it around his fist, pulling until her head tipped back, granting him access to her neck.

She gasped.

He licked his way down her throat, biting her skin, then soothing the bite with his tongue.

“Lower,” she gasped.

He moved lower down her body, kissing her collarbone, the tops of her breasts, then with torturous slowness, he licked his way around the place he really wanted to have in his mouth.

“Ford!” she cried.

“Say it,” he urged, hoarsely. “Tell me what to do. Where you want me.”

She plunged her fingers into his hair and guided him to her nipple. “Here.”

Ford licked the tip with a feather-light caress.

“More,” Grace moaned, arching her back. “Harder!”

Ford chuckled, then pressed his tongue against her harder before swirling it around, drawing a moan out of her lips.

God, the sounds she made drove him mad.