Billionaire Flawed 1(297)

I really must talk to Charlotte. It is obvious she has been indiscreet.

I would very much like to be your companion for the times when you feel lonely.

Indeed. Are you a discreet man?

You insult my position in society by asking that question.

Forgive me.

What is your answer? Will you befriend me?

I am a married woman. Any slip of the tongue will have me cast into exile and poverty. In addition, any meeting between us for the purpose of intimacy will be just that. You can never claim me or come into my life in any other capacity. Do you understand?

Perfectly madam.

Sophia glanced around. We can never meet at my house. You should provide a place.

I will, indeed. 12 Greys Inn. I will wait for you.

I will not be early. I have guests to say goodnight to.

No matter, I will wait.



It was well past midnight when Sophia knocked on the door at number 12 Greys Inn. As she looked at the building, she knew what it was. It was a place where the Duke brought his conquests. A small love nest, away from prying eyes.

He opened the door and gestured for her to come in. “Let me take your mantel.

As she took off her mantel, Sophia looked at the place she found herself in. It was a simple town house. There was no entrance hall, and she was standing in a corridor. To the right, there was a door to the lounge, and straight in front of her were the stairs. She presumed the corridor to the right of the staircase led to a kitchen. The house was decorated tastefully.

Would you care for a drink, he asked.

No my Lord. I want you to take me to bed.

Without saying anything he waked to the staircase and began to ascend it. Sophia followed him, heart pounding. She was about to be unfaithful to her husband. She was excited but frightened at the same time. Could she really trust the Duke? He was so dashing, she wanted him desperately, but could she trust him? Lust led her to his door, and lust was leading her into his bed.

The Duke opened the door directly at the top of the stairs and allowed Sophia to enter first. For a small town house, it was a magnificent room. To the right was a large four poster bed and to the left a fireplace. The wall paper was deep red and the bed sheets crisp white. It made a beautiful contrast.

He closed the door and looked at her. He noticed how nervous she now was. Before, at the ball she had found him, and led their conversation. Now here in his bedroom, she was silent and reserved. She was waiting from him to lead her.

He stepped towards her and stood extremely close. Without putting his arms around her, he leaned down and kissed her. Sophia flew at him. She pulled him by his jacket to her, and pressed her lips tightly to his. He had to break from her and gather himself.

 Madam is hungry, is she not?

Yes, my Lord.

Then this evening, madam will be fed.

He grabbed her and lifted her off her feet while he thrust his tongue deep into her mouth. He kissed her passionately and she loved it. She squealed with delight as he held onto her buttocks and squeezed. He put her down and looked deep into her eyes. She felt his finger trace a line across her cheek and hover at her lips.

The Duke was eyeing up his conquest, forming a plan of attack. When he did attack, it took her breath away. He picked her up, carried her to the bed and threw her down onto it.

He stood at the end of the bed and began to take his clothes off. He was a confident man. He knew he had a good physique and he knew she would like it. She did. When his shirt came off, Sophie looked at his chest. It was smooth and hard looking. His upper chest was well defined and his stomach showed the muscles underneath. His upper arms were large and strong.

When he put his hands to his belt, Sophia licked her lips. He laughed when he saw her do so. In no time his trousers were open. He slowly lowered them past his thighs and down to the floor. In his underwear, she could see him. He was already hard. Behind the thin material his penis looked large. She yearned to take it in her hand, but she waited for him.

The sense of anticipation was great when he hooked his fingers into the waist band of his underwear. As he began to lower them, she saw his black pubic hair come into view, and then what she had been waiting for. His magnificent shaft. It was long and thick. Longer than her husband’s, of that she was sure. His thighs were strong and sturdy and his legs lightly covered in black hair. She noticed how tight his balls were against his hardness. He was primed and ready for her. He walked slowly around the bed to her. She was impressed with him, he was angular and she loved the way his cock stuck out, breaking the symmetry.

As he bent to kiss her, he took one of her hands and placed it on his shaft. Sophia looked at the contrast between her delicate hand and his manly part. She instinctively began to rub him up and down. He became impatient and took her other hand and placed it on his balls. She couldn't believe how coarse they were.