She took a peek at Helen. Her back was turned as she laid out other garments. Evelyn quickly dipped the washcloth below the water’s surface and stroked it across herself in the hopes to lessen the ache.
Instead, it made it more pronounced.
“Ready to get dressed?”
Evelyn started, moving her hand from between her legs. What was wrong with her?
“Y-yes,” she stammered as she rose to stand up from the water. Helen helped her out, handing her a big, fluffy towel to wrap herself in. Then she motioned her to the bed.
“As I said, you have very pretty gowns. But Mr. Sinclair made it clear that he did not like your undergarments as much. He asked that I remove them from your wardrobe before I unpacked you this morning.”
Evelyn’s eyes went wide and her eyes parted. “What?”
Helen nodded as if she’d just said the most normal, natural thing in the world instead of something so shocking. “He has left you with stockings and a garter belt, however. I’ll help you.”
As Evelyn stood, dumbfounded, Helen quickly pulled the towel away from her nude body and held up a garter belt made of pure lace. Red lace. And the belt matched a shocking pair of red, silk stockings perfectly.
“I-I can’t wear those,” Evelyn whispered.
Helen nodded. “I assure you, you can. And Mr. Sinclair was quite insistent.”
Evelyn stared. Without a chemise, her nipples would thrust out against the thin silk of her gown. With some of her lower-cut gowns, there would only be an inch or less of fabric separating her from being completely exposed.
That idea should have been horrifying. But instead, a thrill of pleasure stirred in her belly and made her already swollen clit throb with need more powerfully. She had agreed to submit to Sin’s requests the night before. And he had promised to fulfill her every fantasy and give her new ones.
“Very well,” she said as she stepped forward to let the girl dress her. When she came downstairs to Sin, she would show him that his orders didn’t frighten her. And that she was capable of giving him as many fantasies as he could give to her.
Chapter Four
Evelyn trembled as she stood outside the breakfast room, but she managed to gather her composure enough to push the door open. Sin was sitting at a round table next to a large window where the sunlight rushed in and cast him in a golden glow. She caught her breath at the sight of him, so handsome. And he knew her body more intimately than anyone else. He knew what her face looked like when she exploded with pleasure. He knew how her breath hitched when he stroked her clit.
He looked up and the feeling that he owned her to her very soul doubled.
“Good morning,” he said, his voice a little rough. “Come in and shut the door.”
Under any other circumstances, she might have hesitated in her nervousness, but there was something about his commanding tone that made her do what he asked without question. He got to his feet and took a few steps toward her, motioning to the chair beside his.
She moved toward him, her knees quaking and her pussy already weeping with anticipation. How was that possible? He hadn’t even touched her and she was already on the edge.
He seemed to sense that. When she reached him, he looked down at her, smiling.
“You want me to kiss you,” he said. A statement. Not a question. Just a fact.
She wanted to deny that cocky tone, but couldn’t any more than she could deny her heartbeat. “Yes.”
“Your body tells me even if your lips hadn’t.” He reached out. “You followed my directive not to wear your underthings.” His fingers stroked over her breast and she realized her nipples were hard against the fabric, thrusting out for his pleasure.
Her eyes fluttered shut as he plucked at the harsh ridge, sending desire boiling through her veins. “Yes.”
“I’m very pleased.” His voice was rougher still. “I like to see when you want to be touched. And to be able to touch you whenever the mood strikes me.”
She shivered as he gently tugged at the bodice of her gown. The upper ridge of her areola slid out into the air and she sucked in a breath at the feeling of being so exposed. He dipped his head and blew a puff of steamy breath against the dimpled flesh.
“Sin,” she whispered, reaching out to clutch at his shoulders. Her knees felt like they would give out at any moment and her whole body ached with a need for the release Sin could give her. She didn’t even care that she was standing in front of a curtainless window in a public room of the house. The servants could have gathered in a circle to watch and she wasn’t sure she would deny the desire that built in great, crashing waves.
“Sit down,” he murmured, close to her ear.
She collapsed into a chair that was turned outward and watched as he dropped to his knees before her. Now their faces were even, their gazes locked. In his eyes, she saw need. She saw powerful lust. And she knew he saw the same in her. But he probably also saw her nervousness. She wished she could be as calm as he was.
An impossible desire when he began to inch her skirt up, revealing the naughty red stockings he had left for her. A corner of his lips ratcheted up as he pushed the skirt up in a pile around her waist. She was bared from the waist down except for those silky stockings.
“Spread your legs,” he growled, pushing at her knees.
He hadn’t even completed the order when her legs fell apart of their own accord and she splayed shamelessly before him. He cupped her hips and drew her forward on the chair, exposing her even further.
“I waited to eat until you got here,” he said with a wicked smile. Then spread her outer pussy lips open with his thumbs and bent to stroke his tongue across her.
Instantly, Evelyn felt the curling fire of release flame to full inferno. With just a few strokes of his tongue, she was trembling and arching as the tingle of her clit moved to a desperate throb. It was only made worse by the way he pinched and stroked her with his thumbs as he licked her cunt.
She gripped the chair’s edge in her fists, squeezing the cushion until she was surprised she didn’t rend it in two. But still, he went on, torturing, tormenting until the heat and pleasure built to a magnificent crescendo and she fell over the edge.
Her whole body seemed to vibrate as he tongued her through the waves of release. She wailed and screamed his name as she shook out of control. The pleasure was so intense, so powerful that tears streamed down her face.
When the last shiver had rocked through her, Sin calmly, quietly slid her skirt back over her legs and retook his seat beside her. Unfolding his napkin, he dabbed his lips and smiled.
“I like that I can do that whenever and wherever I please, and not have to fight with ridiculous undergarments to pleasure you.” He picked up the newspaper he had been reading when she came in and folded it over to continue reading. “I want you to think about that, think about the fact that I can have you whenever I desire it.”
Evelyn shut her eyes with a groan. Now that would be all she could think of. That at any time Sin could bend her over a chair or get on his knees like he just had and make her sob with release in just a moment. Her body gushed with renewed wetness and heat at the thought.
“But you aren’t going to-to-”
His eyes lifted from the paper. “As much as I would like to, no. I have business associates arriving in just half an hour for a brief meeting. And I want more than that short amount of time to make you beg for my cock.” He smiled as if he were saying benign things, not words that set her soul on fire. “But if you would like to take a little walk in the garden, I will call for you when we are finished and I promise to fulfill both our aches.”
She nodded and started to rise, but Sin caught her hand and pulled her down. Cupping the back of her neck, he pulled her lips to his. She parted them instantly and he drove his tongue inside. She tasted herself, her release on his tongue and her knees went weak again. God, how she wanted to just straddle his lap and grind until the throbbing need went away. But she wouldn’t. S
he could show the same cool restraint he was doing.
“And I assure you, I ache, too,” he whispered as he caught her hand and brought it down onto his lap. Her eyes widened at the hard, harsh thrust of his cock, hot even through his breeches. “So don’t think for a moment that this isn’t difficult for me.”
She nodded as he let her go, then stumbled toward the door. Air. Outside she would have air. Right now she needed it before she went crazy and begged him to fuck her until she screamed.
*
“When you said you had something to share, I never thought it would be something so very delectable,” Wilson grinned as he elbowed Archibald.
Sin grimaced as he watched two of his oldest friends stare out the large window to the garden below. Evelyn was out there, strolling the garden as he had suggested earlier. Right after he pleasured her until she sobbed with release.
His cock hardened and throbbed.
Archibald turned back, his bright blue eyes alive with desire. He was nearly as tall as Sin, and just as muscular. His friend was known as a catch in society. Mostly by Mamas who had no idea what Lord Archibald liked to do with his spare time.
Wilson was not as athletic as Sin and Archibald, but his face was chiseled like granite. No one could help looking at him when he walked by. That handsome countenance had helped him become one of the most popular men in the ton, despite a lack of funds or desire to marry.
Archibald nodded. “Yes, she is a lovely little thing. If I had but known, I would have started gambling with Trevington, myself. Does he have any other daughters?”
Sin fisted his hands at his sides at their lewd grins. These were his friends. There was no reason to want to pound the smiles from their faces.
After all, this was why he’d brought them here.
“He does have another daughter,” Sin ground out through clenched teeth. “Juliana. But I rather doubt she’d have the likes of you two.”
The other two men laughed raucously before Wilson reached for his drink and Archibald turned back to track Evelyn’s every move.
“She moves like she knows her body,” he said, watching her turn about the garden. “Can’t wait until I can say the same.”
Sin frowned. When he read Evelyn’s story in her journal about a woman being pleasured by two men at once, it had enflamed his blood. Mostly because he could tell by the style and choice of her words that this was a fantasy she, herself, indulged in. The idea of being worshiped by two men. Of being filled and pleasured in every way.
He’d thought he could easily give her that shocking fantasy. Watch from a distance as these two men, men he trusted, men he knew would never hurt her and would mind her pleasure, made love to her.
Now he looked at the two of them watching her and it made him sick to think of them touching her. Putting their mouths on her skin. Seeing her face flush with release.
Worse, he was sick at the thought of her enjoying that experience as much as she liked being in his bed. That she would realize any number of men could give her the release she had been craving since she first saw two servants rutting in her father’s stable and woke her body from the slumber of propriety.
“When do we get a chance at her, Sin?” Wilson asked.
“Never,” he growled, much louder than he had intended when such dark and dangerous thoughts stirred his mind and tightened the muscles of his chest.
Both men turned toward him in surprise.
“I thought that’s why you brought us here,” Archibald said, tilting his head. “You told us last week that you had a pretty piece of muslin for us to share as long as we were careful not to hurt her.”
Sin flinched again. He had described Evie with such dismissive terms. But now they stung his ears. He had never considered her as such. Ever.
“I changed my mind,” he said, his voice low and dangerous. “Evelyn is not ready for such a thing.”
Except judging from how easily he could bring her release, how powerfully her body reacted to the slightest sensual touch, that statement was a lie. He had no doubt that once she got past her initial misgivings and surrendered herself to the experience, Evie would quickly find much pleasure.
But he wasn’t going to have that happen. Not here. Not now.
Wilson shot a glance over his shoulder. “No? Pity. So why did you call us here, then?”
Sin pondered that question. How could he cover up the fact that he had changed his mind about sharing Evelyn with them at the last moment?
“Is Fiona still in the village?” he asked.
“Fiona Madison?” Archibald asked with a grin. “Yes.”
Sin thought of Fiona, with her lustrous black locks and exotic half-Spanish looks. She was a former mistress, and a very talented one at that, especially with her mouth.
“Is she currently attached?”
Wilson shook his head. “Just parted ways with Smithly, I believe. Why?”
“My little minx out there may not be ready to partake in a night with two men, but I think it piques her interest.” He looked over the two men with a half smile. “Would you two mind an audience if I arrange for Fiona to come here tonight?”
Archibald laughed as he and Wilson exchanged a quick glance. “Not at all. Anything for a friend.”
“What a sacrifice,” Sin drawled. “Come back tonight around ten. Fulton will tell you where to go.”
His friends said their goodbyes with promises to return that night, then left Sin alone. He crossed to the window, looking down at Evie as she took a seat on the bench in the middle of his garden. She pulled her shawl around her shoulders as a breeze twisted loose strands of her brown locks around her face. It wasn’t part of his original plan to capitalize on her voyeuristic tendencies, rather to give her all the fantasies she’d watched but never dared to try.
But this one fantasy he just couldn’t do. So she would watch the men have Fiona instead. Watch with Sin at her side. And he would benefit from her desires rather than Archibald or Wilson.
But why couldn’t he share? He’d certainly seen plenty of ‘his’ women with other men. Watching a woman achieve her pleasure had always been a vision he enjoyed seeing. Hell, he’d even brought more than one person to his bed before. Normally two women was more his style, but if a mistress wanted two men to pleasure her, he’d never been selfish.
But not Evelyn. The idea of another man ever putting his hands on her fired a rage inside of him that was almost frightening in its power.
He pushed those thoughts aside as he sat down at his desk and drew out a thick sheet of paper on which to write Fiona a quick note.
But even though he was not looking at Evelyn any longer, visions of her kept interrupting his work. And desires for her burned at him with more intensity than he had ever felt before.
*
Evelyn stroked the brush through her hair, watching her reflection with every movement. She did this every night at home, but now everything was changed.
Oh, she didn’t look different on the outside. Her face was the same. Her hair the same. Her hands the same. Even her brush was her own. But deep inside her, in places she couldn’t see, she was different. Sin had changed her. Altered her with his kiss, his touch. By filling her, he had made her whole.
Could she ever go back to the way things were before? Just watching from a distance… only seeing desire played out through someone else’s actions?
The thought gave her a shiver. Sin made no promises of forever. She had to remember that. To him, these ten days were just the repayment of a debt. She couldn’t let the affair become anything more than that in her own mind or she would leave here with a broken heart.
Especially since she had spent the lion’s share of the day alone. Perhaps Sin was already boring of her. After their morning encounter, she had thought he would find her as soon as his associates, two handsome men she had only caught the barest glimpse of as they left the house, were gone. But he hadn’t called for her.
She hadn’t heard from him at all unt
il after luncheon, when he’d sent word through a servant that his business was taking longer than expected. The disappointment that had accompanied that message still sat heavy in her chest, despite her best efforts to overcome it.
Walking the gardens could only take up so much time. As could reading from Sin’s extensive library. Ultimately, she had returned here after supper, ignoring her body’s tingling. Ignoring the want that was burning low in her belly.
Want for Sin. Just twelve hours without his touch and she was a wanton ready to strip off her clothes and ride her own fingers. But somehow she knew they would be a desperate and unfulfilling substitute for what she craved.
And that was Sin. His body. But also his company. There was something soothing about being here with him. For the first time in a long time she wasn’t looking over her shoulder, waiting for her father’s next drunken explosion. She wasn’t waiting for the moment when he would reveal he’d sold her to a stranger.
She sighed as she set her brush on the table in front of her. Behind her, reflected in the looking glass, the door to Sin’s chamber opened and he strode in.
Her breath caught at the sight of him. He was dressed less than formally, his waist vest and overcoat discarded long ago, along with his cravat. The top two buttons of his formal shirt were undone, revealing a hint of the chest beneath.
A chest she knew intimately, from the feel to the taste of his skin. She squeezed her thighs together to combat the ache as she turned toward him with a false smile.
Without the barrier of the mirror image separating them, she saw the flame of desire burning dark and dangerous in his stare. An answering desire lit deep inside her body. One she finally understood after all this time of studying sex, watching it from afar and scribbling her internal musings and fantasies into a journal.
“Have you finished with your business?” she croaked, cursing the way her voice broke. The things this man could do to her with just a look.
And a look was all she got as he stalked across the room toward her, green eyes focused entirely on her. She was frozen by the heat of that stare. By the intent and coiled power in every move he made. He reached her and caught her waist, drawing her up against him in a sharp motion. Her breasts flattened against the broad expanse of his chest, her hips molded to his and she felt the undeniable ridge of his erection nudge her thigh.
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