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Sophia dropped her head and shoulders to the mattress, knowing she was fully
exposed to him. Dear Lord, what kind of woman welcomed this sort of thing?
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She nearly swooned when his warm palm fondled her bum but just as she relaxed
into the delectable sensation, the leather smacked her ass. She cried out as the sting
coursed through her like wildfire and then abated into a slow, smoldering throb. One,
she heard herself say, her voice muffled by the bed linen. Her toes curled as she awaited
the next fall of the strap.
She did not have to wait long. Smack! Two, she sighed the word and gripped
handfuls of the sheets. She d never dreamed being punished could feel so wonderful.
The bite of the strap made her feel alive. In some odd way, it prepared her for the
pleasure to come.
Her nipples swelled and she took her breasts in her hands, pinching the tight little
buds as the third blow burned through her backside. Oh yes, she mewled, releasing
one nipple so she could reach between her legs to massage her yearning clitoris.
Jack s fingers slathered cool goo around her rosebud and she tensed. No, love, he
coaxed. Relax. This will give you pleasure. I promise you.
Panic swamped her. But
Remember your word, he told her, pushing a finger inside her.
The finger felt& good. Oh, so good. She relaxed as he explored her and when he
finally removed his hand and climbed onto the bed behind her, she was ready for him.
Or so she thought.
The head of his cock nudged her nether hole and she ached to feel him inside her
but when he breached her rim, she bit her bottom lip to keep from begging him to stop.
White-hot pain shot around the opening.
Relax, sweet, he cooed.
I can t.
Relax. Let me inside you, he said. God, you re tight.
Her breaths came in short pants. Jack&
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His fingers squeezed the soft flesh of her ass. Put your fingers in your cunny, he
rasped. I want you to know where my cock is.
She slid a finger into her wet channel as he trespassed farther. Oh! she cried but
he was all the way inside. The pain subsided and in its wake was pure bliss.
Better? he asked.
Yes, yes, she moaned. Fuck me, Jack. Fuck my ass.
His fingers trembled as he gripped her and began to piston her hole. Sophia
spiraled as she worked her hungry clitoris. Her thighs trembled and just when she
thought she would cry stop ecstasy consumed her. Her body clamped down around
him until he stopped moving and somewhere in the sweet solace of passion she realized
his cries mingled with hers.
* * * * *
You can t very well call him out, Elinor told Lord Wisbech. He s a sure shot and
would most likely kill you.
Blast it! Don t you think I ve considered that? He paced.
Elinor watched him. Lord Wisbech was as fair as Jack was dark and where Jack
boasted an almost coarse build, Lord Wisbech was fashionably elegant. Attired in a
bright lemon frockcoat and bone breeches, he was the epitome of an English gentleman.
He wore his flaxen hair swept back and tied with a narrow black ribbon. Brass buckles
gleamed on his pumps and the lace at his cuffs floated exquisitely over his well-shaped
hands and jeweled fingers. Another flourish of lace jutted from his collar. Elinor had
never seen a better dressed man.
He certainly hid the fact that his funds were seriously depleted very well. Elinor
knew better than to suggest he file a breach of promise suit. He might entertain the
notion of having her retain his legal representation for her part in bringing the two
lovers together.
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Maybe irony will play a part and a highwayman will do him in, Lord Wisbech
mused.
Elinor stared as a wicked idea played in her thoughts. What if that highwayman
were you?
Lord Wisbech s gaze collided with Elinor s and her lips drew into a smile. She
continued. No one would question a highwayman murdering a gentleman. Outlaws
are rife along the roads to and from London.
Are you suggesting I masquerade as a highwayman and kill Lord Stafford? Lord
Wisbech asked.
Elinor shifted on the settee and stroked her snoring pug s head. Wisbech was
enraged enough to kill Jack and Elinor was surprised that she felt no qualms about
persuading the duke to go through with it. This was like a game a game she was
determined to win.
Although she had not been publicly humiliated as Lord Wisbech had been, Jack s
rebuke and blatant interest in his little virginal lover had been an insult that Elinor
could not ignore.
When she looked at her reflection in the mirror, she saw an aging woman. Not even
heavy powder could conceal her wrinkles. When she removed her wig, she noticed
increasingly thinning hair. Her once-renowned beauty faded day by day and Elinor
knew it.
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