A Duet of Regency Sex Comedies by L. C. Zingera Read Free Book Online

not only fully awake but
crying out in ecstasy. Amazingly, they both dozed once again in the aftermath.
    When next she awakened,
she was alone.

 
 
    Chapter Four

 
 
    Dare went downstairs to
find Wynne, the man had the audacity to look amused as he relaxed by the fire
in the lounge. It had been almost two full days since they had arrived at the
inn, but somehow he knew the man would still be here.
    “Damn it all, Dare ! If I could find one like that, I’d consider marriage
myself!” Wynne exclaimed. Dare merely grinned and put his booted feet up on the
ottoman. “Are you on your way to the estate or are you planning to take off
somewhere more private?”
    “I need to see to
estate business.”
    “If she lets you out of
your room long enough,” Wynne grinned, “Lucky dog!”
    When
Dare returned to their room, Daizie was sitting in the window seat, staring
wistfully out over the landscape. She leaped to her feet the instant he entered
the room and flung herself into his arms. He kissed
her soundly as she wound herself around him. Suddenly he realized she was
unfastening his breeches! Her small hands slipping inside she freed him from
his confines and knelt at his feet laving him with
her tongue, until holding her head he gently schooled her in the motions he
wanted her to make. She happily complied until his body found its release.
Drawing her to her feet, he took her to the window seat, sliding his arms
around her from behind he encouraged her to raise one foot onto the seat, as
his hand delved under her skirt to the slit in her pantelletes and stroked her
to climax.
    Daizie
slept in his arms on the way to the estate. When Wynne had offered to ride in
the carriage with them, he’d shaken his head, he didn’t doubt for an instant
that there would be a little love play between them on the journey and he’d
been right, and now exhausted she slept.
    The staff of Wolverton
House, home of the Wolverton family for centuries, lined up to greet them as
they alighted from the coach. It was an imposing structure and suddenly he
wondered how his amorous young bride would fit in here. A shame he couldn’t
have simply had her as his courtesan, the unbidden thought slaked across his
fevered mind. She was like a child with a new toy, and he was the toy. He was
unsure if he liked that analogy or not. He was becoming her plaything, not vice
versa.
    Daizie greeted the
staff prettily, and was taken on a very thorough tour of the house by his long
time housekeeper. Daizie’s rooms connected with his.
Puzzled by their sleeping arrangements she confronted him. “Why aren’t we
sharing a room like we did at the inn, Dare?”
    “It isn’t done usually
Daizie,” he said gently. Flattered by her disappointment he added. “But you can
come to me anytime you want to.”
    That appeared to
mollify her a little, but she still didn’t look too happy about the situation,
he mused.
    ***
    He awaited her at the
bottom of the stairs at the dinner hour, disturbed when she smiled prettily at
the two footmen holding the door as they entered the dining room, and wondered
again if he would need to fire them. She happily engaged in conversation with
Wynne, their only guest over dinner, and then took Dare’s hint that she should
retire.
    Mrs.
Davis the housekeeper attended her. Aware that she was young and newly married,
but not aware of their stay at the inn, she asked, “Is there anything you’d
like to discuss my dear, of an intimate nature before your husband joins you?”
    When
Dare arrived at their rooms, it was to see Mrs. Davis flying out of there, her
cheeks a flaming beet red. She glared at him totally speechless and hurried off
down the hall fanning herself .
    “What happened?”
    “Mrs. Davis asked me to
discuss things of an intimate nature with her, so I did.”
    Dare’s eyebrows shot up
to his hairline. Then he threw back his head and laughed. “Daizie, I don’t
think she was asking you to explain things to her, I think