Deepest Desires of a Wicked Duke(12)
“Your Grace,” Will corrected.
“Oh heavens. A duke,” the woman whispered. “Mistress Bellows will be most happy to please you.”
“Look, I’m not interested in this—”
Will moved close. “Go with her. Get a few drinks. There’s gaming in the back room. Have some fun and give me some time to fuck the pretty wench.”
“I’m not bedding any whores.”
“No, you’re going to be a staid married man instead.”
“A happy married man,” Sin corrected. He walked away, staggering slightly. He didn’t want to look openly drunk—he’d look vulnerable to any thief who might be lurking. One thing he’d learned about London: some of the seedier brothels were filled with men and women who would steal a man’s belongings, get him royally drunk, and chuck him out on the street.
“Look, I don’t want to see Mistress Bellows. Take me to the door. I’ll hire a hackney to take me—”
“Oh, Your Grace. If the mistress were to know I had not introduced her to a handsome young duke I would be punished. Would you please just greet her? For me?”
His brain function was not at its best. He didn’t want the pretty girl to get punished. Some madams were so harsh and abusive, they made army generals look like cuddly kittens. “All right.”
Hell, if anything, he felt like he was getting drunker. But he didn’t have a glass in his hand.
The woman reached a door, curtsied again by holding the edges of her corset and dipping her legs and naked pussy in front of him. Then she left. She must be returning to Will.
Sin pushed open the door.
In front of him, a tall woman with silver hair piled on her head was tying a younger woman to a strange metal rack. He watched, heart slamming, as the woman looped thick black rope around the delicate wrists.
Suddenly it was like he was eleven years old. It had been eight years, but he could still hear her voice in his ear. Sinfully silky even as she made demands. I want you to tie me up. Wouldn’t you like that? To dominate me? And if you don’t do as I ask, I’ll see that you are taken away. You’ll find yourself in a brothel of boys who service old men. Or slaving away on a sailing ship, far away from home.
Christ, he had shoved his memories as far down in his soul as he could. But being here, he was remembering—
“Come forward!” The silver-haired woman snapped her fingers and cracked a whip and two other women scurried forward. They were naked except for high boots with leather turndowns, black masks, and heavy diamond necklaces. Those women crouched and he saw they had sex toys sticking out of their bottoms. Long, white ivory dildos.
His cock bucked in his linens.
No, he was supposed to become a married man.
But this was like nothing he’d ever seen before. A crowd of people all engaged in this scene of sex. The room was filled with gentlemen, all dressed in the latest fashions—all obviously rich. And there were courtesans of every size and shape imaginable, most half-naked. The smell of arousal was drugging.
He knew he should leave. But he was drawn to this, even though he knew it was wrong.
The silver-haired woman walked slowly around a circle of gentlemen, wearing a triumphant smile and cracking the whip against the floor. The sound reverberated through the room. She handed the whip, handle first, to one of the men.
The man leered. He approached the bound woman, spread his legs as if he needed to secure his balance.
He raised the whip.
The lash slapped her bottom with a soft thwack.
The leather slid off her delicate skin. A long red line was left, where the tail of the whip had hit.
Sin’s cock throbbed. He almost staggered with the sudden jolt of lust that hit him. Ever since he’d been introduced to the wildest, wickedest erotic games, he found he wanted them.
Getting married was his way of taming those needs. Of leaving the past behind. But he was feeling a powerful surge of lust.
Two women ran up to him. The two women with dildos up their arses. Each woman took his hand and placed his palms against the ends of their thick sex toys.
“Pleasure us, please, my lord. Thrust them in our bums.”
His cock was pulsing like it was ready to burst. He should refuse. But he was so aroused he felt like he wanted to holler in pain.
They wriggled, using his hands to brace the sex toys and push them deeper in their curvaceous arses. One woman squealed with pure pleasure.
“Please play with us. You are so very handsome,” the other begged.
Around him, he saw other people had joined into groups. Threesomes of two men and one woman. One group of five women and one man. Cocks were freed. Pretty hands stroked men’s shafts. Mouths happily sucked cockheads. Breasts were bared, bouncing through the room.