A Gentlewoman's Ravishment (5 page)

Shall I tell him about my adventure? I expect I shall, and I’ve no doubt it will entertain him, despite its shocking nature. Mr. Enderby is a truly exceptional man, and way above the petty jealousies of lesser spouses. If I return safe and well, and soundly pleasured, that will please him.

I spy my clothing laid out neatly over an armchair at the end of the room, and when I inspect it, I find all is in good order, except my corset, which seems to be nowhere to be seen. Perhaps as well, as there’s no way I could lace it effectively on my own, and there’s no maid around to assist me. Should I ring for my handsome attendants, Yuri and Clarence? No doubt they’d be happy to lay hands on me again.

But no, I don’t want them anymore. They were sweet boys, and very pretty, but all I want now is to return to Mr. Enderby. And as if summoned by my thought, the door opens and the veiled lady who conducted me to this room enters, smiling and looking more than a little pleased with herself behind her slight disguise.

Had my brigand lover rewarded her handsomely for handing me over to him? I suspect he may have done…

“Let me help you,” she offers. I have a silver-backed hairbrush from the dresser in my hand, and I’m about to attack my lust-tangled locks with it. She takes the implement from my hand and efficiently and painlessly smoothes the knots away. “You are free to go now, but you must wear the blindfold until you are clear of this place, and in the carriage that will conduct you to your home.”

A dozen, a hundred questions rise to my lips as she winds my hair into a loose braid and helps me pin my hat in place. But I do not utter them. Why bother? I’ll soon be seeing my husband again, and that’s all I need to know.

Employing the same silk scarf she did before, she covers my eyes, and then with no further ado, she conducts me from the room, along the corridor, and down the stairs. I totter a little as we descend, but her hold is firm and I reach the lower landing in perfect safety.

Almost in a blur, I find myself out on the pavement, still in darkness, and almost immediately I’m guided by an unseen hand, hers or some other’s, along the pavement toward the familiar sounds of a carriage. The snorting of the horses and the slight creak of wheels and springing has never sounded more inviting. My face is wreathed with smiles, despite the blindfold, as I hear the door swing open, and then find myself almost lifted into the carriage interior by the strongest of hands.

Certainly not those of the veiled lady this time.

Relief sluices through me like a wild intoxicant. I drag off my blindfold, knocking my hat off again, but not caring a jot.

Mr. Enderby! Here to rescue me!

I fling myself into his arms, clutching at his coat, his plain, good broadcloth coat made as wonderful and exotic as my abductor’s robes because it has my dear husband in it.

“Oh, my dear Edward,” I cry in between raining kisses on his beloved mouth. “I was so afraid that I would never see you again, and here you are to save me.” It sounds overly dramatic. I had no fear at all that I wouldn’t see him again…but the delight of being in his arms makes me verbose.

“My darling Prudence…are you well? Are you unharmed?” His voice is uneven, husky. It sounds to me as if he’s containing some very great emotion, with a degree of difficulty. “What on earth has happened to you? Tell me all… 3.”

Still holding me, he’s all attention. And I realize a clean breast of things is the least I can afford him. He is my husband, after all. So, blushing quite crimson, I spare him nothing. Not even the most intimate details. I attempt to inject a note of horrified outrage at my plight into my voice, but I’m not entirely successful. During certain descriptions, I start to pant and I’m compelled to lick my lips.

“So, you were debauched by a perfect stranger…and also handled somewhat intimately by not one, but two servants?” He speaks slowly, evenly, in his familiar low tone, but when I glance up at him through my lashes, his beautiful dark blue eyes are alive and dancing with glee. “Will you be honest with me, dear Prudence, and admit that you enjoyed it?” Those long dark lashes that I envy, and love to kiss, flick down in a tease that would be almost coquettish if he wasn’t such a big, powerful and thoroughly manly man. “That you enjoyed it as much as you expected you would?”

Ah…the game is up.

“Yes, indeed…I did enjoy it. And far more, my lord, than even I expected to.”

He laughs, that wonderful familiar sound that I love to hear most of all in bed at night when we tell each other tall tales of the wild, erotic scenarios we’d like to sample. Ones we know can never come true…and ones that are eminently achievable with the help of certain imaginative friends with unusual resources.

“Thank you, my dear love, for making my outrageous dreams possible.” I kiss his face, delighting in his lips, and happy to be able to see the whole of his handsome countenance now, not just the portions unhidden by the black silk mask. “I don’t know what I’ve done to deserve such a wonderful gift… How many other husbands would indulge their wife’s outrageous wishes so dramatically? Even to the extent of acting out the starring role in the fiction?”

“It was my pleasure, my darling…believe me. And of course your friend Madame Chamfleur was only too happy to put her, shall we say,
establishment
at our disposal for the purpose.” His elegant hands begin to rove over me again, with all the skill and enthusiasm they did a short while ago, and my lack of corsetry makes the sensation all the more enjoyable when he cups my breast and squeezes it. “The two young gentlemen were very fine performers indeed, don’t you agree?”

There’s no jealousy in his blue eyes. He is a wonder. Such a generous sensualist and so open to exotic new experience.

“Indeed they are,” I concur, reaching down and finding him hard as rock within the confines of his trousers. “Perhaps next time they should give
you
a massage instead?”

The way his cock kicks against my palm is answer more than enough, but even so he says, “Why, yes, my dear, that’s certainly worth considering.” With a last pat at my breast, he reaches behind me on the seat to bring out a hitherto unseen object. It’s a very fine velvet case, much as might contain an item of jewelry, but its size and depth provokes suspicion in my mind. “Here, another gift for you…”

Impatiently, I flip the case open. Lying on a bed of velvet is the pale, ivory godemiche, and my nose wrinkles as the intoxicating odor of the oil rises up from it, along with just the faintest whisper of me too.

“Why, thank you, Edward dear,” I murmur as he raps on the roof of the carriage to our man, and the wheels begin to turn and rock the conveyance. “It’s perfect. I look forward to exploring its possibilities when we get home.”

Edward gives me a very old-fashioned and extremely roguish look, then sets about plucking deftly at my skirts and the layers of petticoat beneath.

“Why wait, my dear?” he murmurs, achieving his goal beneath my clothing with indecent speed. “We’ve got a modest drive ahead, and if we need more time, Jenkins will take us round the park.”

“Oh, my lord…” I gasp as he reaches for the godemiche…again.

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