Deepest Desires of a Wicked Duke(11)

His friend clapped him on the shoulder. “Of course.”

But after six hours of gaming and drinking, Willoughby threw his cards on the table of the gaming hell and got to his feet, stumbling. He fell back on his chair, laughing uproariously.

Sin got to his feet. The room tilted, the furniture appeared to slide.

He and Willoughby held each other up, stumbling outside. Sin summoned his carriage with a whistle—it took him three attempts to do it. He fell into it. Willoughby gave an address to the coachman and they were off. Willoughby pulled a flask out of a pocket in his greatcoat and they shared it between them.

“The carriage has stopped.” Willoughby got up, lost his balance, and fell against the door. “Why’d this thing jump up and hit me?” he complained.

That seemed like the funniest thing on earth, setting Sin off laughing as he struggled to push open the door. His laughter set Willoughby off. But as the door flew wide, Sin had to grab his friend so he didn’t fall on his ass. Will pointed wildly out at a building. “Here it is—the House of Discipline.”

“The Who of What?”

It was a town house with a bright scarlet door. A beefy, thick-necked doorman bade them admittance and Will dragged him past statues of naked women—no wait, they were naked women. When they walked inside, the first thing Sin saw was a young blond woman on her hands and knees on a table. Actually, he saw two blondes, both blurry, but he knew there was only one. Behind the pretty blonde, a raven-haired woman with a fake cock strapped to her hips fucked her in the arse. He knew it was going up the blonde’s ass, because the blonde was thrusting a thick dildo into her pink glistening pussy from the front.

Blearily, he stared at the scene, his brain taking far too long to focus on what he was seeing.

“I have to leave.” He stumbled backward, and fell heavily against the doorframe as his body moved but his boots didn’t.

Willoughby laughed. “If you’re only here to watch and drink, what’s the harm?”

“I can drink somewhere else.”

“It’s one of your last nights of freedom, man. Enjoy yourself.”

Willoughby grabbed his shoulder and propelled him past the women putting on the display, toward a set of double doors painted white. Out of the shadows near the door stepped a young woman.

Sin blinked.

Big tits brimmed over the top of a corset that was dyed black. A leather strap was wrapped around her neck and glittering jewels dangled from it. She wore tall leather boots and a man’s beaver top hat. The woman carried a riding crop. And she wore nothing else, so her blond nether curls and pussy were on display, the lips plump, pink, slick, and shining as if wet.

She tapped the crop against her hand.

“To dominate or to be dominated?” she asked.

“That is the question,” Will replied, grinning. “He’s new. Looking at him, I can’t tell which he’d prefer. But tonight we’ll start where he’s in charge. Have Mistress Bellows find him a pretty slave. He’s got a ten-inch prick. He’ll make any sweet, submissive whore very happy.”

Sin began to drunkenly protest. For a start, he didn’t like having his physical attributes discussed. And he had no intention of doing anything with any prostitute. He was about to get married. To the woman he loved.

The hell with what his cousin, the duchess said. But in his soul, he knew his parents had been warped and he feared he was too.

“What about you?” The girl eyed Willoughby. She took her riding crop and ran it up the inside of her naked thigh. Then stroked it between the lips of her cunny.

The long black rod slid in and out. Drunk as he was, Sin could smell her arousal as she sawed faster.

Willoughby grabbed the crop out of her hand. Abruptly, he replaced it with his fingers and he slid them deep in her pussy. The woman moaned and moved her hips, rocking herself on his fingers.

Sin felt his cheeks heat up. He was likely blushing. He wasn’t innocent, but he’d never had sex in front of someone. Neither Will nor the woman appeared to care he was there.

Will took the riding crop and pressed it between the woman’s naked arse cheeks.

“Are you going to thrust it up my bum?” she gasped.

“I’ve got something longer and thicker in mind for that. Take my friend to Mistress Bellows, then come back, and I’ll fuck you hard up the arse and make you scream the house down when you come.”

The woman trembled. She was pink with desire. She curtsied, which looked strange with her naked lower body, and she held the bottom of her corset to make the motion. “Yes, Master. At once, Master.”

Breathlessly, she turned to him. “Come this way, my lord.”