by Lilly Hale
Rad’s smugness evaporated and he felt like a heel. He’d made her cry. “Well, damn. I don’t want that. This rather mucks up the works, doesn’t it?” He crossed his arms, staring out the window while he thought.
“What do you propose we do now, Master Manipulator?”
Rad took a deep breath. “Well, I certainly can’t take my time with a slow, gradual seduction to work my way into her bed. It will just draw out her misery, and ours.”
“We can just tell her, ask her if she’ll have us…”
“Yes, and that worked out so well for us the last time.” Rad was irritated by his brother’s lack of imagination.
“She’s already attracted to you.”
“Yes, I know.” Rad thought back to her breathless admissions of the night before and his cock throbbed. She did want him, but did she want him enough to consider an arrangement as scandalous as what they would offer her? “But she has to need me. I have to be able to offer her something she’s not getting from you.”
“Rad, don’t turn this into some kind of competition. It would be a disaster, and we’d all be miserable.”
“I won’t try to compete with you. But I need to complement you. She has to need something that only I can give her. You’ve made that connection with her already. I haven’t yet.”
Rad sat quietly the remainder of the ride downtown, staring out the window and mulling over his options. So far, the only thing he’d been able to give Elise was a pair of wet underdrawers and a guilty conscience. And indirectly, a good come, of course. But now she was confused and hurting. A thought occurred to him: If she was confused, perhaps she needed a firm hand to show her the way, guide her to discover what she truly needed to be happy. Perhaps she needed him to be her port in that storm of guilt and confusion, to take away the self-doubt and fear that kept her from admitting her true needs and desires. She certainly had been responsive to his direction last night. Perhaps sweet Elise needed to be mastered.
****
Rachael swept into the library. “A letter arrived for you, Elise.”
Elise looked up from the etiquette book in her lap. She was supposed to be studying--the ball was only days away, and she was still woefully ignorant of the intricacies of proper nineteenth century manners--but she was having a difficult time keeping her mind on task. Her thoughts kept drifting back to the appalling lack of propriety she’d displayed the other night--she’d gone from Rad’s arms into Trey’s bed. And she’d liked it. Rad had gotten her so worked up in the coach, she would have given in to him if their journey had been a little longer, but then he’d sent her to Trey, ordered her to fuck his brother. Why had he done that? Did it turn Rad on thinking of her with Trey? It had turned her on. Making love with Trey, knowing that Rad knew what she was doing, had told her to do it… God.
It was incredible until the guilt kicked in. What would Trey think of her if he knew what she’d been thinking, if he knew she wanted them both? He’d think she was a slut, that’s what, and he’d be right. She was acting like one of the oversexed heroines from some kinky erotic romance novel, the kind of woman who fell giggling into bed with not one, but two men. Even in her time, where the morality was considerably less restrictive, that kind of thing raised eyebrows. In this century, it would be positively shocking, completely taboo. But if she wanted to be with Trey, Rad would be a part of her life. Trey had made it clear that was what he needed. God, if he only knew…
Thank goodness both brothers had been spending a great deal of time at work the past couple of days, giving her a much needed break from the delicious, but stressful, assault on her senses being near them produced. She’d begged off yesterday’s dance lesson with Rad; she’d sent him a note, unable to face him in person for fear he’d give her that sexy, tempting smile of his and change her mind. They’d all dined together last night at supper, and he’d shown no indication that he was upset by her brush-off, but she had caught his gaze lingering on her a couple of times, his expression pensive.
“Oh, thank you, Rachael.” Elise opened the letter and read it as Rachael bustled about, looking for more books for Elise to study.
Elise,
You pleased me very much the other night.
Your honesty and responsiveness to my words were thrilling. You were in my thoughts that night while you were in Trey’s arms, and you are in my thoughts today.
I would like you to do something for me this afternoon. At precisely 5:30, I will be on my way home. I will be thinking of you, Elise. In my mind, I’ll be imagining all the delicious ways I’d like to use your body, give you pleasure. At that same time, I want you to go to my rooms. In my dressing room bureau, top left drawer, find one of my handkerchiefs. Go to my bed. Remove your underdrawers and put them beneath my pillow. Climb onto my bed and settle your bare bottom on my handkerchief. Then I want you to masturbate, Elise. I want you to think of me while you fuck yourself with your fingers.
Come for me.
And when you’re finished, wipe your fingers with the handkerchief and leave it under my pillow as well, so that I can smell the sweet scent of your release and know you did as I directed. Do not dry your cunny, Elise. I want to know you’re still wet when I see you at supper.
Yours,
R.
Elise’s hands were shaking by the time she finished reading. Her face was on fire. Oh, dear God! Rad! He was so, so…kinky!
Evidently she was as well, because she was suddenly hot as a firecracker, moisture already dampening her underpants.
“What is it, Elise? Not bad news, I hope. You look flushed.”
Elise startled, so engulfed in her lascivious thoughts, she’d forgotten she wasn’t alone. She tucked the letter into the pocket of her skirt. “No, not at all. It’s nothing, really.” Elise got up, moved to the window and opened it a crack to let in the chilly autumn air. “It’s hot in here, isn’t it? Don’t you think it’s hot in here?”
Rachael shrugged. “A bit, perhaps. Would you like to go for a stroll? It’s a lovely afternoon, and you could use a break from your studies. I can ask Oliver to accompany us. Yes, that would be grand.”
Elise jumped at the chance gratefully. The fresh air would calm her nerves so she could think straight. Did she dare do as Rad asked? Actually, he hadn’t asked, he’d told her what he wanted her to do. Very presumptuous of him, arrogant even. Maybe she shouldn’t do it. It would only encourage him to press her further, and she couldn’t do that…could she?
Elise glanced at the clock before they left the library. It was 2:30. That gave her three long hours to decide.
****
At precisely 5:33, Elise stood by Rad’s bed, her skirts lifted, untying her drawers with shaking fingers. She removed them and folded them into a neat package to tuck under his pillow. The crotch was wet with three hours worth of her arousal. She picked up the snow-white handkerchief she’d retrieved from Rad’s bureau, tracing her fingers over the embroidered ‘RK’.
Elise closed her eyes and hesitated. “I can’t believe you’re doing this,” she muttered to herself. “You are, without a doubt, completely and totally nuts.”
She glanced at the ticking mantel clock. 5:35. Rad was on his way home right now. He was thinking about her, fantasizing about her. His cock would be hard for her. And he wanted her to come for him, ordered her to come for him. It was wrong, and very naughty…
A breathy groan rushed from her and her pussy throbbed so sharply it hurt. She quickly climbed onto his bed before she lost her nerve.
Elise spread out the hanky, then lifted her skirts and settled her bare butt onto the crisp, clean linen. Lying back on the soft coverlet, she brought her feet up and let her knees fall open. The air was cool on her wet, heated sex, and she felt lewdly exposed. She was glad she remembered to lock the door behind her. If a servant would walk in and see her like this--spread open and fingering herself--she’d die of embarrassment.
Her hand slipped between her legs and she tentatively stroked her slick folds. She
thought of Rad, his sinfully kissable mouth, his naughty words, the taste and feel of his tongue in her mouth, like hot, velvety butterscotch. Turning her head on the pillow, she breathed in his scent that lingered there. Mmm…yum. She sighed and pressed two fingers inside her, gathering her juices and spreading them outside, rubbing tight circles over her aching clitoris, then plunging back inside.
Would you want me to slip my hand under your skirts and touch your cunny…hmm? Stick my finger inside your tight, wet cunt and fuck you with it?
A groaned “Yes…” escaped her at the memory of Rad’s words. Her fingers stroked deeper, faster. She reached down and worked her clit with her other hand.
Just thinking about it has made me hard as a rock, Elise. My cock is aching to be inside you.
Elise’s hips bucked up into her hands. She added another finger, pumping deep. Her breathing became ragged.
Imagine it’s my cock inside you, filling you, fucking you, making you come.
Come for me, Elise.
“Ahh…oh God, oh God, oh God…” Elise felt her climax building, building, tightening unbearably then it burst into a shuddering wave of release. “Oh, yes… Rad!”
****
Rad arrived home, murmured a distracted greeting to Albert and Oliver then went directly upstairs. He had a raging erection and hoped his jacket had hidden it from view. He was flushed with excitement and anticipation. Had she gone through with it? If she hadn’t, he was going to feel like a damn fool. If she had, well, then he’d know for certain his beautiful Elise had a sexually adventurous nature that he would be more than happy to explore with her.
Rad opened his bedroom door and slipped inside, locking it behind him. He went to the bed and lifted the closest pillow. His breath left him in a rush and his cock jumped against the choking material of his trousers.
Elise’s white cotton pantalets lay neatly folded on the mattress, and in a tidy square on top of them, his handkerchief. He snatched it up. It was still damp. He closed his eyes and brought it to his face, clenching his teeth against the low groan that rumbled forth. It was intoxicating. The light smell of her perfume mixed with the delicious, slightly musky scent of her cunny, her come.
“Ah, Elise…” he breathed. She’d come for him. He knew sneaking into his bedroom and masturbating herself on his bed wasn’t something she would have done on her own. It was a daring, wanton act, but she’d done it for him, because he asked her to do it. And she’d obviously found her pleasure in pleasing him, obeying him.
Rad was so hard he was ready to burst, his balls tight and aching from the other night’s unslaked arousal, and now this. Tonight, he was going to push ahead with his plans for Elise, but he’d never make it through supper if he didn’t do something about his rampant erection. Opening his trousers, he lay down on the bed and freed his cock. As he stroked up and down on his engorged shaft, he held the hanky to his nose, letting the scent of her desire whirl him into sexual oblivion.
Half an hour later, Rad stepped out of his room, freshly dressed, washed, and his raging desire temporarily satisfied. He heard an intake of breath behind him in the hallway and turned to see Elise was coming down to supper as well. She looked utterly gorgeous in a royal blue gown that highlighted the color of her eyes and contrasted with the bright pink flush on her cheeks. She bit her plump lower lip, looking for a moment like she might flee, but he could see the thrill in her gaze. Rad glanced up and down the hall. They were alone for now.
Without a word, he strode purposefully to Elise, took her elbow in his hand and escorted her back to her room. She gasped, but let him lead her. He urged her inside and shut the door behind them. She stood there silent, watching him with wide eyes, her chest pumping up and down with each rapid breath.
Rad grabbed her and pressed her up against the door, capturing her wrists and pinning them above her head. She gave a little shriek of excitement and Rad smiled down at her. “You were a very good girl, Elise. Very naughty… but very good.”
She looked up at him through her long lashes. “I did it for you.”
“I know. And that pleases me, more than I can say.” Rad lowered his head and brushed a whisper of a kiss against her forehead, then her cheek, and finally her lips. “Did you leave yourself wet for me, sweetness? Is your cunny still creamy with your release?”
Her breathing became shallow and she closed her eyes. “Yes.”
“I want to see. Show me.” Rad let one arm go, then led her over to an armchair next to the fireplace and directed her to sit. “Lift your skirts.”
“Oh, God…”
“Do it, Elise.”
She complied, bunching up her skirt and petticoats to reveal her pale, smooth thighs and the small, dark patch of curls between them. No underdrawers. Excellent.
“Now, spread your legs and drape them over the arms of the chair. Scoot your bottom forward and lean back.” Rad paused, giving her a moment to position herself. She was shaking. “Open yourself for me with your hands. Spread your cunny lips open, Elise. Show me how swollen and wet you are.” She whimpered, but did as he asked.
Rad had to bite the inside of his cheek to stifle his groan. Jesus, she was beautiful! Before him was the image that had haunted his dreams and fantasies for the past four years, the woman he’d lusted and longed for, but thought he’d never possess. Through a bizarre turn of events, she was here--not Elizabeth, but Elise--offering herself to him, displaying herself for his pleasure. He’d better get a hold of himself, or he was going to come in his trousers like a schoolboy.
Rad moved close and knelt in front of her. He could smell the scent her arousal. “You look wet,” he observed evenly, then reached out and caressed her slippery folds with his finger, drawing a few circles over her exposed clit then dipped into her tight little hole. “Yes, you’re very wet, very juicy. I like that.”
Elise shuddered and arched her back. “Rad…you’re going to make me come.”
Rad withdrew his finger. “No, Elise, not yet. You’re not to come, do you hear me?”
She groaned and a half-laugh escaped her. “God! You’re so fucking bossy!”
Surprised and excited by her raw outburst, Rad grinned, then leaned in and captured her mouth in a blazing kiss, mastering her until she melted against him, her arms twining around his neck. Then he growled against her lips, “I am fucking bossy, and you’re going to do as I tell you.”
She lifted her chin a notch in a small show of defiance. “Why should I?”
“Because if you do, I’ll give you what you need. I want to give you pleasure, but you’ll have to trust me.”
“Why should I trust you? I barely know you.”
“I won’t hurt you, I promise you that. And I’m not dallying with you. I want to be with you, Elise.”
“But Trey…”
“We won’t hurt Trey.” When she opened her mouth to question him again, Rad pressed a finger to her lips. “I said you’ll have to trust me.” He replaced his finger with his mouth and kissed her again until she was moaning into his mouth and squirming her hips against him. Pulling back, he held her chin up with his hand. “Look at me. Trust me?”
When she nodded, his heart jumped in his chest and his cock swelled. He struggled to stay calm, in control of the seduction. Elise had just put her trust in him. She needed him to provide the direction and he wouldn’t let her down.
“Now, I know this may be difficult for you, but I need a taste of that sweet little cunt of yours, so I’m going to take one, but you are not to come.” Elise gave a small sob of frustration, but nodded. “That’s my good darlin’,” he praised, then lowered his head between her spread thighs.
At the first taste of her, it was he who nearly came. She was exquisite! Lightly sweet-tart, just a little savory, like a peach with a sprinkle of saltiness. Rad groaned and leaned forward, pressing his mouth against her, licking deep between her plump, wet, nether lips, dipping inside her channel to draw out more of her warm, delicious honey. He hummed against her
engorged flesh, reaching beneath her bottom to lift her tighter, press her against his ravishing tongue, losing himself to the raw hunger that swept through him, until he heard her tortured cry. She was fighting against it, but she was going to climax if he didn’t stop.
Pulling himself away from heaven, Rad caught her head and drew her into his kiss once again, gentling her, bringing her back down. “That’s it, sweetness. Easy, now.”
“Rad, I’m dying here,” she complained weakly. “Why won’t you just let me come?”
“I will, but not yet.”
“When?”
“Tonight, if you’re good. I want to take you somewhere.”
“Where?”
“Well, first you’ll need another dance lesson.” She sighed. “Then I thought we could work on lessons of a decidedly more carnal variety.” Rad grinned at the instant flare of heat in her eyes, then stood, grabbed her hands and helped her up from the chair. “But before any of that, my dearest, we must make it through supper without giving a hint of our very naughty intentions.”
Chapter Twelve
With shaking legs, Elise climbed into the coach waiting for them outside the dance hall. They’d danced for two hours and her feet were killing her, but that discomfort paled in comparison to the steady throb in her loins.
She’d been in a constant state of arousal since that afternoon, even more so after the totally wicked interlude before supper. Elise had barely managed to make it through the meal watching Rad enjoy his food with deliberate, sensual relish. At one point, he’d held her gaze as he took a swallow of wine, set his glass down then slowly licked his bottom lip, his expression giving her no doubt it was her taste he was savoring, not the wine. If that wasn’t enough, she’d caught Trey watching her as well, his eyes dark with barely concealed desire. Did he know? Could he tell she was soaking wet and throbbing for his brother?
Then the dancing… oh, Lord. Being that close to Rad, his arms holding her, guiding her around the dance floor, with her bottom naked, her pussy wet and slippery under her dress, was sheer torture. Each touch of his hand to her back, her waist, each whispered reminder that she was not to come yet, made her blood sizzle. Finally, Elise had accepted another gentleman’s invitation to dance, simply for relief from Rad’s constant erotic assault on her senses.