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Tuesday, April 9, 2013

Excerpt: Seduction of a Proper Lady

  Seduction of a Proper Lady: A Regency Menage Tale

Laurel admitted to a certain curiosity about Major Sinclair. All she knew of him was the bit Catherine had whispered to her last night and what Ashmore had relayed this afternoon. It was a pity she thought as she banked the fire, that Ashmore wasn’t a suitable prospect. He certainly was a charming man.
            Turning for bed, she noticed an object on the floor directly before her. Frowning, Laurel lifted the candelabra and crouched beside the bed. It was a book. Normal sized and bound in fine brushed leather, the cover held no title or author. Climbing into bed, she set the candelabra on the night-table and settled against her pillows.
            She could only think her maid or one of the other servants had dropped it, though why they’d be reading in her rooms, if they could even read, Laurel couldn’t say.
            Curiosity had Laurel opening the unnamed book and reading the first page from The Curiosity of Miss Laverly:
                        Last night he came to her again. I heard him boldly walk into her room and could not resist another peak. I hurried from my room, slipping into the passage between wings so as not to be heard.
                        Already he was there, his muscled naked body pinning hers to the bed, hands rough on her breasts. In the brightly lighted room I could see him pinch her nipples and found my own fingers rough on my hard nipples, nails scraping them in pleasure. He bit down on her breasts and she screamed, shuddering beneath him.
                        I knelt on the cold stone floor and watched through the peephole drilled in the door years ago. My body was tight with arousal, aching to be taken just as he did her. His hands hard on her thighs, mouth taking and taking as she screamed her release over and over. She bit and clawed at his back as he entered her.
                        My own fingers entered my core, one, two, quickly moving in and out in my wetn pussy. I wanted more, I wanted a man’s hard cock filling me, wanted to feel the pressure of his body against mine.
                        For now, this had to be enough. Faster I moved my fingers, in and out, pleasuring myself as my ass hit the hard stone. I fell backwards, legs splayed wide, feet braced on the wall. One hand pinched my nipples, tugging hard and the pleasure ripped through me.
                        I widened my legs, the cold of the floor a sharp contrast with the heat of my need. Deeper I thrust my fingers, deeper, harder, thumb nail against my nub, scraping that harder, too.
                        Pleasure shot through me, a blinding light of it and I knew I cried out despite my best attempts not to let the couple know I was here. Still I moved my fingers in me, unable to stop even as my body shuddered in release.
                        I don’t know how long I stayed there, utterly spent on the stone floor. Eventually I rose on unsteady legs and made my way, satiated and naked, back to my room. In the morning I’d see them at breakfast, and none of us would admit I watched them in bed, pleasuring myself while they pleasured each other.
            Laurel snapped the book closed.
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