Lady Waverly's Lovers (2 page)

June 14, 1812

The pleasures of our country party are in full swing now and I am enjoying myself as I do each and every year. This year started with a moan rather than a bang and I can scarce contain myself as I chronicle it here. But I will try to restrain myself from riding my own fingers and recount the tale I have to tell.

Diana Davinport is one of our cherished guests at this year’s country gathering, our party of sin and pleasure. I met her a year ago in London, just after she had married. Poor dear was already miserable. I fear her husband is not at all like my Christopher. Diana’s pleasure means little to him. He is in the business of making heirs and that is the only reason why he beds her. Of course, the old bastard hasn’t managed to make any yet, despite three wives before her, so I don’t know why he would think he could now.

Regardless, her situation touches me. She is a timid thing, unsure of herself after the unkindness she has been forced to endure, but I sense something about her. A passionate nature beneath those demure blonde curls and wide blue eyes. I was more certain when she confided in me that she allowed a traveling friend of her husband to take some liberties with her a few months ago. She was slightly drunk, though, and did not receive much pleasure. I was shocked to hear she had never reached fulfillment! Can you imagine? A married woman of five and twenty and she has never felt the soaring ecstasy of pleasure. I immediately introduced her to the concept of pleasure at her own hand, but it is hardly the same, is it?

That is why my dearest husband and I had a long discussion before this year’s soiree. We agreed that he would seduce her, pleasure her beyond her wildest dreams. My darling called it a sacrifice for a friend, but I have seen the way his cock hardens whenever he sees her. I’ve noticed that he watches her. He has always been drawn to innocence with almost the same fervor as he adores boldness.

Of course, I intended to watch the entire show from the hidden observatory behind the false wall in our bedroom. I have spent many a naughty night watching through that hidden peephole. I have seen everything from Christopher pleasuring himself to him having other women to guests who thought themselves alone in my chamber. That secret hideaway is my favorite renovation to this home.

Our plans set, we awaited Diana’s arrival this afternoon. Though she tried to put on a brave face, I could see her husband’s cruel streak had tormented her greatly before she departed London. I did feel sorry for her suffering, but that would make our plans for her all the easier.

As our other guests arrived, I left Christopher to entertain her and as I watched, I saw how bold he was behaving. A touch on her hip, a lingering kiss on her bare hand… even a brush of her breast that as he moved past her. Though Diana continued to cast furtive glances in my direction, I could tell she was enjoying his attentions. Who could not? He is more handsome than any other man in Society!

Our first dinner was lively, bawdy talk encouraged, nay required. Again, I seated my dear friend beside Christopher. He intended to play a little beneath the table, so I watched closely. I knew the moment that he reached for her when she straightened up with a little yelp. This was the ultimate test, of course. If she refused him publicly, it would mean she was not yet ready for the seduction he planned, but I was pleased when she explained her outburst as nothing more than a stubbed toe. As I listened to Colonel Henshaw speak of a fascinating experience he had in the hells in London, I watched my friend. By the way she flushed and squirmed, I knew Christopher was teasing her mercilessly. My own juices gushed hot and I was flushed with frustration. How I wished I could slip beneath the table and watch the games being played.

But the time would come.

Christopher made his signal to me after dinner, when the guests began to gather in groups in our parlor. Though I was drawn to the Colonel and his demonstration of the Kama Sutra on Lady Lena Greyton as the guests looked on, I was more driven to watch Christopher seduce Diana and give her the first orgasm she would experience with the skillful touch of a lover’s hand, mouth and hard cock.

I slipped into the hidden chamber from my dressing room and moved aside the viewing area, a hidden slat in a painting on the wall. Christopher already had Diana in our bedchamber.

“I shouldn’t,” she murmured as she backed away from his steady advance. “Eve is my friend, one of the few I have. This would be a betrayal, would it not?”

“Eve would want you to be
satisfied
by our party, my dear. And you do not have to tell her if you feel better having it as a secret.” Christopher’s voice was low and thick with passion. Just the sound of it made my knees weak and I squeezed my thighs together to feel the heavy ache of desire the scene inspired in me.

“I-” she began.

Christopher’s sudden movement stopped her protests. His mouth came down on hers as he pressed her back against the wall across from my vantage point. His red tongue stroked between her parted lips. For a brief moment, Diana struggled, but then her fists clutched at his back and her moan reverberated through the room.

“I have wanted to fuck you since the first moment I saw you,” he growled, loud enough so I would be certain to hear. I smiled. I had known his talk of sacrifice was all in jest. “I want to make you scream, Diana. To sob with pleasure. To beg for release. I want to make you long for a real man in your bed every night. And if you are a good girl and surrender, I will ensure you are never without a hot cock at your beck and call whenever you desire it. Do you agree?”

Diana stared at him, her eyes wild. What she must think of that vow. But she nodded. “Yes. Yes. I have long wondered what it would feel like to have you touch me. Especially since Eve describes your skills with such detail.”

I grinned again. My loose tongue had been part of our plan. To make her wet and weak before Christopher even dared to touch her. To make her think of him when she stroked herself.

He caught her hands and drew her back toward the settee I had specially placed earlier. It was turned toward my hiding place so that I could see everything. Christopher stripped her of her clothing before she could protest and I leaned closer. Yes, my dear friend was as pretty as I knew she would be. She had full, round breasts, a trim waist and blonde curls at the apex of her thighs.

“Pretty,” Christopher growled. “Lay back and spread your legs.”

She didn’t argue, just stumbled backward and did as she had been ordered, but her eyes never left Christopher as he stripped out of his own clothing. I imagine his muscular body was a far cry from the fat softness of her husband. My palms itched to slide down his sculpted back, to cup his muscular buttocks, to slip a finger against the crease between and hear him moan.

Instead, I resigned myself to watching with the knowledge that when Christopher took me tonight, it would be with the memory of these moments fresh in both our minds.

He knelt before her on the floor and placed his hands against her shoulders. She hissed out a breath through her teeth and her back arched with just that slight touch. Oh, yes, if she was so responsive to only that, he would have her sobbing out his name in no time. I clutched a fist against the wall as I watched him glide his hands down, cupping her breasts and strumming her rosy red nipples to hard perfection.

“Oh, yes, yes,” Diana gasped as her head lolled against the settee pillows.

Christopher looked up at her, then over his shoulder right at my hidden vantage point. He smiled, his face telling me that this show was just for me, then he grasped Diana’s hips and yanked her to the edge of the settee. Before she could protest, he buried his head between her legs and dragged his tongue over her slit. Angling his head so I could see every stroke, he worked at her, suckling her folds, tonguing the sweet channel, lapping her from the rosebud of her bottom to the hard nub of her clit. My own clit thrummed in time to the torment and I felt each stroke like it was my pussy he was eating.

Diana arched and shivered beneath his tongue, her hand clenching into his hair, her feet flexing, heels digging into the woven rug with pleasure.

“Do you like this, Diana?” Christopher murmured between wet strokes of his hot tongue.

“Oh, oh,” she moaned, her back arching.

“Tell me you love it,” he ordered and my clit throbbed. His domineering nature always made me ache. “Tell me you would have me do this anywhere I pleased if I let you come.”

“Anywhere,” she moaned, her whole body shaking with impending release. My hand stole between my legs and I massaged my own body. “Just let me have this.”

“You would have me eat you for dessert in front of the whole party.”

Her eyes went wide at the thought, but she cried out, “Yes!”

“You would offer me your pussy in Hyde Park.”

“Please!”

“You would let me do this to you while your husband watched,” Christopher growled.

“I want him to see,” she screamed. “Please, please!”

With a groan of his own, Christopher sucked her clit hard and pressed two thick fingers into her sheath. I shivered as Diana arched up and her body spasmed uncontrollably. She screamed, she cursed, she slammed her hips against him as she came loud enough that anyone nearby surely heard her pleasure.

But Christopher was not through. He rose up, wrapping her legs around him even as she continued to shake and shiver and impaled her with one long thrust. She sobbed, tears of release streaming down her face as he pulled back and slammed into her again. I watched the toned muscles of his backside work as he smashed her against the settee and fucked her as a woman needed to be fucked, took her like she hadn’t known was possible.

She came a second time, rubbing against him like a cat and moaning against his shoulder. Still, he was not satisfied. He pulled her out of her as her shudders subsided. In the firelight I saw the sparkling glisten of her juices on the long length of his cock. A moan nearly escaped my lips at the sight, but I managed to keep my wanton reaction in check.

He yanked her to her feet. She stumbled, but he balanced her as he took her around behind the settee and wrapped her fingers around the back so that she was facing the picture where I watched them.

“Hold tight,” he murmured against her ear before he positioned himself behind her.

She was too weak and filled with pleasure to argue. She fisted the back of the settee, lifting her ass to him in mute offering. He grasped her hips, lifting his eyes to where I watched as he filled her pussy again. She wailed with pleasure, her knuckles whitening as he fucked her mercilessly. Hard. He cupped her breasts as he filled her, pressing them together, lifting them so I could see the flush of release across them, the sheen of sweat.

“Touch yourself,” he ordered. “Finger yourself while I fuck you.”

Diana unclenched one fist and immediately cupped her own mound. Her body trembled as she parted her folds and fingered her clit.

“Fuck yes,” Christopher groaned, shutting his eyes and throwing back his head as he stroked into her long and hard and slow. Faster. Faster still. And finally, just as Diana screamed again, thrusting back against him as she came a third time, he pulled free of her and spent his hot seed against her arching back so that I could see his pleasure.

She collapsed across the back of the settee, gasping for air as she shivered with the power of their joining. Christopher sent me a glance, then ran his fingers along her spine.

“You were very good, dearest Diana,” he whispered, his mouth close to her ear. He darted the tip out to taste the delicate shell and she lurched with immediate response. “I know many men who would kill to share your bed, to take you just as I have.”

Diana stood up and there was an entirely new light in her eyes. Where she had once been timid and afraid, now she was bold. Where she had been meek, there was a fire.

“Many?” she said with a curious arch of her brow. “Here?”

Christopher smiled as he drew her sweaty, naked body against his own and pressed a hard, hot kiss against her open mouth. I trembled with the force of my desire as I watched their tongues duel.

“Oh yes, sweet. Many here and I will introduce you to several tomorrow to choose from. You will be well pleasured before this weekend is over, and likely have a lover or two for your amusement in London, as well.” He smiled as he handed over her dress. “It is a gift, from Eve and me. Now go into her dressing room and refresh yourself. I will see you back downstairs with the rest of the party.”

Diana nodded like a good girl and made her way to my dressing room. When the door had shut behind her, Christopher went to the wall where I hid and looked directly into the hidden slats where I had watched everything.

“Did you enjoy the show?” he whispered.

“Oh, darling,” I replied. “I am soaked with desire.”

“Good.” He smiled and there was such wicked intent in his bright green eyes that I would have promised him anything for his touch at that moment. “But you know the rule. No coming until I touch you, Eve. Because all the times I made your friend come?” He leaned even closer. “I will make you come three times as many tonight if you come to me with a gushing pussy waiting to be licked clean.”

Then he grabbed his clothing and went to his own dressing room, leaving me wet and panting. And now, I must close this entry in my recounting of our delicious country party. I hear my dearest love calling to me, so I must go and collect my reward.