His Mistress by Monica Burns Read Free Book Online

Angélique’s voice.
    “I know I can, my Lady, if you will but give me the privilege of doing so.”
    The man’s face illustrated he was deep in the throes of a white-hot desire, and yet he continued to keep his gaze focused on the floor in front of him. With a small laugh, Angélique caught up two looped ribbons hanging from her waist and pulled them back to hook them around a knot of fabric positioned just below the small of her back.
    The moment her friend tugged on the ribbons, her black satin skirt parted to reveal Angélique’s naked body. She swallowed hard at her friend’s ability to reveal herself so openly to anyone watching her. Jane was certain she’d never have the courage to expose herself in front of the gallery with the same confidence the Frenchwoman possessed. A dark guttural sound poured out of the man’s throat, and he quickly leaned forward. The Frenchwoman immediately took a step backward.
    “Tch, tch, tch, you are too eager, mon cher .”
    “But you are so beautiful, my Lady. What slave would not want to serve you?”
    “And how do you think you can serve me, mon esclave ?” Angélique laughed again.
    “Please, my Lady. May I drink from you? May I give you pleasure by licking and sucking on you?”
    “Ah, so you wish to taste me, eh, mon chou ?”
    Using her crop, Angélique pushed the man backward until he was sitting on his haunches, his head upright, but his eyes still downcast. Slowly, Angélique slipped her fingers between her legs to stroke herself. There was no doubt in Jane’s mind that the man’s pleas to satisfy Angélique aroused the Frenchwoman. It was evident in the way her friend touched herself, her features taut with pleasure as her head fell backward and she pleasured herself in front of her lover.
    The man drew in a sharp hiss of air that echoed with need as he watched Angélique caress the place between her legs. Despite the prurient nature of the Frenchwoman’s actions, there was something utterly seductive in the way Angélique’s actions made the man at her feet groan with desire. It pulled the darkest of fantasies from Jane’s subconscious out into the light.
    Angélique slowly pulled her fingers out from between her legs. Fingers glistening in the candlelight with a pale white cream, she laced the man’s lips with her essence. Eagerly and frenetically, the man sucked at her fingers with a voracity that took Jane’s breath away. The man’s hedonistic actions illustrated how easily Angélique seduced any man she chose to bring into the Obedience Chamber. Every time she watched the play between Angélique and the men who served her, it aroused a craving inside Jane to possess the same feminine control over a man. It was a hunger the small voices of her upbringing and society tried to make her deny, but they failed.
    Perhaps it was the way her friend’s raw, physical sensuality transcended the rigors of societal conventions. Where others might see hedonistic practices, Jane saw the beauty of the human body in its most emancipated form of desire and need. Nowhere in her life had Jane ever seen or thought to experience such strength or control by a woman over a man. But here at La Maison des Plaisirs Sombres , Angélique demonstrated that a woman had the ability to take her pleasure in the manner of her own choice.
    The sensitive spot between Jane’s legs pulsed with a need she knew would only be relieved later in the privacy of her own room. As Angélique continued to seduce her charge, a sudden frisson streaked across Jane’s skin. It created an undefinable sense of awareness that swept through her like a hot breeze. Confused by the sensation, she shifted her gaze from the chamber below to the audience in the gallery.
    Her gaze swiftly surveyed the small group of members watching Angélique and her lover in an effort to find an explanation for the odd sensation winding its way through her. She was about to dismiss her peculiar reaction when she saw him. The low