Simply Sinful (15 page)

“This will be perfectly adequate for our purposes tonight.”

She took the candle from his hand and studied it, a small frown creased her brows.

“Are you sure?”

“Quite sure.”

Peter gently pushed her back down on the bed and kissed her before she could ask any more questions.

Abby squirmed as Peter kissed her; his hands roamed her body and brought that now-familiar ache back between her legs. His fingers drifted lower and settled over her sex, drawing the thick cream from within her, swirling it around her swollen lips until all she could hear were the lush sounds of her own desire.

His fingers probed her buttocks and one slid past her anus. She tensed but felt nothing but pleasure as he continued to fondle her. His mouth slid over her sensitive breasts, the rough hint of unshaven skin enough to set all her senses on fire.

“Imagine it, Abigail. Imagine how it would feel to have two men touching you like this.”

She closed her eyes, tried to picture James and Peter bending over her, the contrast between James’s dark muscular body and Peter’s lightness, James’s brute force and Peter’s finesse. She moaned and her juices thickened under Peter’s skilled fingers. He slid a pillow under her buttocks, displaying her secrets to his gaze.

She looked down, saw his fingers buried knuckle deep in both of her passages, imagined two cocks there instead. Her hips rose off the bed in an instinctive plea, and he smiled.

“James will be underneath you, his cock primed and ready to take you in the arse. My cock is also ready to take you here.” He abruptly removed his fingers and she jumped.

“James first.” He showed her the candle now coated in his pre-cum and her cream. She tried to relax as he penetrated her with the blunt end, felt the increase of pressure and then mercifully it stopped.

“We’ll pretend, just for tonight, that James has a very small cock of about only two inches in length, the same as the revered Napoleon.”

Abby stifled a giggle. Peter simply smiled, his attention focused on her pussy.

“Whereupon I, of course, have a magnificent ten-inch cock, which will fill you to perfection.”

“Of course.”

She stopped speaking as he slid inside her, the twin penetration brought a peculiar sensation of fullness.

“Wait. I’m not sure…”

His fingers danced over her clit and she instinctively shifted her hips. He slid deeper and she climaxed, clenching around his cock and the added hardness of the candle until she thought she might never stop coming. Peter braced himself on his elbow and watched her, his gaze intent as she writhed and moaned his name.

“Perhaps we’ll allow James to have a three-inch cock tonight instead.”

He held deep and steady within her as he manipulated the candle, moving it in and out of her like a real cock. Abby found herself digging her nails into his muscled biceps as he worked her. Had she ever imagined there was this much pleasure in the world? Had she ever dreamed that a man would offer her the opportunity to experience such joy?

Her body tightened again and she fisted her hand in Peter’s hair until he had to look up at her.

“Peter…I can’t take any more. It’s too much.”

He smiled at her. “Yes, you can.”

She screamed as he began to move in counterpart to the thrust of the candle, his shallow strokes aligning his body against her pubic bone and sending her into an unknown land of desperate greedy desire that she had never imagined. His flesh slapped against hers, her body lifted to him, eager for every drop of pleasure she could wring from his engorged pumping shaft.

He groaned in time to his thrusts, his hips losing their rhythm, his grip tightening on her shoulder, face contorted with the beautiful agony of lust. She tried to kiss him, missed his mouth and sank her teeth into his shoulder instead, anchoring her to his body as he finally shattered and exploded deep inside her.

He collapsed over her and she stroked his damp pale hair, still quivering with the aftershocks of the prolonged series of orgasms. She imagined James on her other side, felt a pulse of sexual approval from her body. Idly she wondered if she was turning into as depraved a sensualist as her husband. After Peter’s graphic demonstration, two men in her bed sounded like heaven.

11

“A
t what time do you have to meet Lord Sokorvsky?”

Abigail poured herself some more tea while Peter studied the morning newspaper. Rain pattered at the small diamond-shaped window and a strong draft blew down the chimney, making the sullen fire belch smoke. Peter lowered the paper to smile at her.

“At three this afternoon in our office at the docks.”

“I have never visited Southampton before. Do we have time for some sightseeing of our own?”

“Indeed we do, although there is not much to see. I have one business meeting this morning and I hope you will accompany me to it.”

She put down the teapot. “Are you sure you want me to come? I could stay here with Miss Trixie?”

“Of course I want you to. After I’ve finished my business, I’m relying on you to help me pick out a very special birthday present for James.”

Abigail covered her mouth with her hand. “With all the excitement I had almost forgotten it was James’s birthday! Did he mention something he would like? I always have the hardest time finding anything to give him.”

Peter’s answering smile was cryptic. “I believe he will enjoy what you and I plan for him.” He stood up and bowed. “Go and fetch your cloak and bonnet and we can be off.”

Abby held tight to Peter’s arm as he led her through an increasingly narrow set of streets and alleyways that lead away from the relative security of the docks and the shipping offices. She squeaked as a rat ran across her path followed by two mangy-looking dogs.

“Are you sure we are in the right place?”

Peter rapped on the door of a dilapidated warehouse with his cane. The door was opened by a short Oriental gentleman who bowed and stood back to let them in. He wore a long black satin embroidered robe and matching skullcap. When he bowed his pigtail was long enough to touch the floor. Abigail’s nose twitched as the scent of foreign spices and coffee tickled her nostrils.

“Why is this place so hidden away?” she whispered.

“Perhaps because the best things always are.”

Peter bowed low to the other man. “How is business, Mr. Fan?”

“Adequate, Mr. Howard. How is your business?”

“Adequate, Mr. Fan, adequate.” Peter squeezed Abby’s gloved hand before releasing it. “I wonder if you would allow my companion to peruse the goods in your special section whilst we complete our business?”

Mr. Fan’s black gaze swept Abigail and she curtsied.

“Good morning, Mr. Fan. It is a pleasure to meet you.”

“The pleasure is all mine and will soon be yours if my small offerings find favor.”

Abby looked up at Peter to find him winking at Mr. Fan. She elbowed him sharply in the ribs.

“Do you care to share the joke, Mr. Howard? You know how I hate to be left out.”

He patted her rear. “I can assure you that you will not be left out. Now allow Mr. Fan’s assistant, Li Chin, to show you his treasures while I finish my negotiations.”

Abby allowed herself to be drawn away but not until she gave Peter a last lingering stare that promised retribution. She followed her guide down a set of rickety stairs into the basement of the building. After bending her head to pass through a low door frame, she realized Li Chin had disappeared. Slowly she walked forward into the dimly lit room, which at one point must have been a wine cellar or something requiring separate storage bays.

On one side of the cellar, a single light shone on a table covered in green and white objects laid on a red silk tablecloth. Abby stopped to listen, heard Peter’s faint laughter somewhere above her, the rumble of a cart passing by on the road outside. By the table she paused again, trying to comprehend exactly what she saw.

Beautifully carved jade and ivory figures stared back at her. She picked up one of the objects and weighed it in her gloved palm. Her color heightened and her heartbeat raced as she realized exactly what she held.

“These are a little more sophisticated than a candle.”

Her words sounded loud in the silence. Unable to resist, she took off her glove and ran her fingers over the intricately carved piece of jade that resembled a stylized version of a man’s penis. The pieces on the table ranged in size and complexity from three inches to about a foot in length. Thickness varied too. Abby picked up one of the larger pieces and could barely encircle the heavy base with her finger and thumb.

A pulse throbbed between her legs as she imagined what it would feel like if Peter slid the thick wedge of stone inside her. A slight sound from above made her drop the phallus on the table and move hurriedly into the next alcove. She almost retreated. This table held a variety of cock rings made of metal and other materials varying in thickness and complexity.

“Are you enjoying Mr. Fan’s little pleasures?”

Abby jumped as Peter’s arms closed around her. “Is this why you brought me here, to see these things?”

He spun her around to face him, his expression calm. “Mr. Fan also runs a perfectly respectable import business. I buy my coffee from him. It is excellent. He also imports some more intriguing items from other less repressed countries in the non-Christian world to aid sexual pleasure. I was hoping we could pick out a birthday present for James.”

His blue eyes narrowed as he scanned her heated face. “And perhaps, something for you.”

He took her hand but she resisted when he tried to lead her back to the first table. He paused, eyebrows raised.

“Lady Beecham?”

“Why do you think we will find a present for James here?”

“Because I believe James requires certain…elements to truly arouse him.”

“I thought you said he performed perfectly well in bed with you.”

“He does. This is more about what I can offer him in return.” Peter picked up a thick leather cock ring and stroked it. “James likes to be dominated, and in that respect, I’m not the best man for him.”

Abby stared up at his averted face. “What do you mean, dominated?”

“Tell me, does James ever ask you to do anything particularly unusual to sexually excite him in bed?”

Abby felt her cheeks heat even more. “I’m not sure what you mean.”

Peter took a step toward her. “Yes, you are. What does he ask you to do to him?”

“Fight him.” Abby swallowed hard. “He asks me to get angry with him and hit him. He insists it excites him.”

“And does it?”

“Yes,” she whispered.

He touched her arm and she flinched away. “I’m sorry, Abigail, but I need to make sure you understand why I want to do this for James.”

“You intend to hurt him?”

“I want to understand what he craves and what it is he needs to be sexually satisfied.”

“And you think he needs pain?”

Peter put the cock ring back on the table. “I’m not sure. I think he prefers to be told what to do in bed, but that doesn’t necessarily mean he wants to be hurt.”

“Why would he be like that?”

“You said yourself that James was different after he returned from the West Indies. I suspect he met someone during his stay there who formed his sexual tastes, and I doubt he has ever forgotten him.”

“How can you know that?”

His smile flashed out. “I can’t, but I have my suspicions. If we present James with a safe way to explore his fantasies of being dominated, perhaps we will find out.”

Abby found herself nodding at him. She had known James for almost his whole life, and everything Peter said made sense. She turned toward the table containing the jade and took a deep breath.

“Do we need one of these?”

Peter came up behind her. “Possibly. Which one do you prefer?”

Abby bit her lip. “It depends on how you intend to use it.”

“In James.”

She shivered as Peter drew her back against his chest, one arm slung low around her hips. He reached past her and picked up one of the white ivory phalluses, his tone almost businesslike.

“James is a big man; he’s used to taking a man’s cock, so we will offer him something a little longer and wider than he might expect.”

“Bigger than you, you mean?”

Peter’s soft laughter ruffled the hairs at the nape of her neck. “Bigger than most men. This one should suffice.” He handed her the thick engraved ivory rod, which was at least nine inches long and almost as wide as the huge phallus she had first noticed.

“Peter, have you ever tried one of these?”

“As a free man? Not that often.” He let out a breath. “But when I was a slave, there was a well-to-do couple who paid for my time once a week. My hands and mouth were bound so that I couldn’t touch or speak to them. They would take me to their bed, cover me in scented oil and slide a thick jade dildo, much like this one, deep inside my arse.”

Abby found she was stroking the cold ivory with her fingertips. “And did you enjoy it?”

His smile held no warmth. “They would play with me for hours, her mouth on my cock, my nipples, my face and then his, just enough touching to keep me erect and ready to fuck but not enough to let me come.” His voice softened and Abby held her breath. “And then they would fuck each other and I would have to watch, my balls and cock hard and aching and no ability to gain relief.”

“That was cruel.”

He sighed. “That was slavery. They paid for their pleasure, not mine.”

She closed her eyes against the calm emptiness in his. “And what did you do afterward?”

“I would try to find someone to relieve me, of course.” He kissed the side of her neck. “There are worse things than being blue-balled, Abigail. Now, come, let’s think about James.”

He reclaimed Abigail’s hand and led her back to the table covered in cock rings. “Let’s find one that’s heavy and has a wide band so that he will be aware of it on his shaft and balls.”

She opened her mouth and he laid a finger across her lips. “And before you ask, I’ve tried out everything in this room in one form or another, willing or not.”