Seducing the Regency Dom

Seducing the Regency Dom by Raven McAllan Read Free Book Online

Book: Seducing the Regency Dom by Raven McAllan Read Free Book Online
Authors: Raven McAllan
Tags: Erótica, Historical, Literature & Fiction, BDSM, Romantic Erotica
gaze on his movements.
    "One minute, sweet Xiao Māo , and I will make you
presentable to the world. This perfect sight is for me alone." Her skin
was still flushed and little trembles of tiny climax still rippled through her.
    Tony took the saliva-dampened cloth from Susanna's mouth,
and kissed her hard. "That, my love, is a prequel if you want. But now we
need to make haste." He dipped the cloth into her half full glass of wine,
and stroked it over her quim. "You may smell as if you've drunk the
bottle, but better than smelling of sex."
    She went white. "Oh sweet
lord, yes." Her voice was husky, and he passed his wine to her.
"Drink this. Your mouth will be dry now. I have better gags but this was a
case of make do and use." As she sipped the liquid, Tony accepted he would
never drink wine again without remembering this moment. The
way her virginal channel enclosed his prick, the resistance her maidenhead put
up and then the acceptance of his mastery. He had to have more, and
soon.
    Tony pulled her dress down and the top of her bodice
up. Even though he hadn't given in to temptation and taken her nipple into his
mouth, his love mark was clearly visible over the neck of her gown. "Damn,
I seem to have left my mark." He traced the red stain with his finger.
    Susanna looked down to where his hand rested.
    "Ah, I will wrap my shawl around me." She
giggled somewhat shakily. "I wondered why so many ladies felt a need for
one on a warm summer evening. No wonder the modistes are hard pressed to keep
up with the demand for lightweight opaque silks."
    Tony nodded. He'd been the welcome customer of several
such modistes in the past. "Then, love, perhaps you better. I think Mr. Keane
has taken his final bow, and I dare say we're about to be disturbed." He
took her hand and squeezed it. She returned the gesture.
    "Will you be able to converse sensibly about
this drama we've allegedly seen?" Tony asked her as he unlocked the door
to the box, and poured himself a fresh glass of wine. "And if so, perhaps
you should fill me in on the salient parts."
    "She dies, he's distraught. Mr. Keane excelled
himself," Susanna said. "I'll tell Mama I was overwhelmed by your
presence and couldn't concentrate. That will silence her."
    "Or make her more vocal in her insistence you
encourage me to pay you attention?"
    Susanna shrugged. "Maybe that's the way to play
it. Let her think I'm not averse to your attentions and play along?"
    "And make me out the cad when I don't
offer?" Tony shook his head. "That does not sit comfortably with me.
Think again."
      If looks
could kill, his Mama would be choosing hymns. "Well then, my lord, you
decide our fate. I'm stymied."
    Tony found that hard to believe. His love, and––he
accepted––the person he wanted to learn more about, looked at him with no more
than polite interest. He wanted so much more than that.
    "So, do I say I made you come? So hot and hard
I had to gag you? And you want me deep inside you, but that is all?"
    She paled and shook her head.
    "No, I thought not. Therefore, let's work
together and be honest. Perhaps it is time for you to tell me why you begged me
not to offer for you, and then gave yourself to me in such a perfect way? Why I
want to fuck you over and over and make you truly mine?"
    She was quiet for so long he wondered if she would answer.
Then she took such a deep breath he was amazed her breasts didn’t pop out of
her gown. "Can we take time to talk properly?"
    "I'll pick you up for a ride in the park
tomorrow. At eleven. Be dressed for the phaeton…after,
I will take you to Sentern House and we will talk."
    Susanna bit her lip and then, just as he debated whether
to shake her for an answer, she nodded. "I'll be ready."
    ****
    By the time Tony dismissed his valet and stripped
and changed into his banyan before bed his head whirled, and it wasn't the
fault of inferior brandy. Almost immediately after they had firmed their plans
to meet, there had been a rap on the door that

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