The Pleasure Room by Vanessa Devereaux Read Free Book Online

Chapter One
     
    “The most perfect thing about it is everyone’s anonymous.”
    I had been eavesdropping, as I so often do at social functions. The four ladies sitting at the table in the corner had been unaware that I’d been listening to every word they’d said. Normally, conversation among all women in a group was tiresome, at best. However, when the discussion of being pleasured had been raised, accordingly my interest and curiosity had been piqued. The word anonymous had excited me no end.
    “How does one get invited to one of these events? Pray do tell me,” said the older of the women, whisking her fan back and forth in front of her face.
    “Well, that’s where things can either go in your favor or not,” said the woman sitting directly next to her. “One simply shows up at the door, and if they like the look of your dress and mask, then you are allowed to enter. However, not everyone who is given admission is invited to the pleasure room.”
    A firm grip on my right shoulder almost made me jump. I glanced to my right, spotting the green stone setting in a solid gold ring and immediately knew who’d taken me by surprise.
    “Caught you red-handed,” he said, not easing up on his firm hold of me.
    I felt myself blush as I always do in his presence. Had he heard what the women were talking about?
    He took away his hand and sat next to me. He was a handsome man, who had always toyed and teased me to the point that I try my best to avoid him, even though we are related through marriage.
    “And what have I done?” I asked, curious to know if he had actually heard the tale of the pleasure room and assumed I had too.
    “Sitting here all by yourself when you should be mingling. Perhaps finding yourself another husband.”
    “I’ve been enjoying viewing everyone in attendance tonight. I’ve been trying to determine who is wearing the best dress, but they are all so charming it’s a difficult task.”
    “Found out anything interesting while you’ve been observing and perhaps listening to conversations?” He offered me his ear to whisper my response into.
    I leaned forward, getting a whiff of his delightful cologne. The bulge in his pants told me that he perhaps he found me as alluring as I him. Yet, he had never once suggested I go to his bed, which for the last year had been my secret fantasy.
    “Lord Myers has a new carriage. Lady Anton has a new lover. And Viscount Ramsey is thinking of taking a second mistress.”
    “Absolutely shocking,” he whispered back.
    The cologne mixed with the smell of the brandy on his tongue. The warm air from his mouth tickled my cheek. I closed my eyes. I could imagine it dancing across my breasts and nipples. My quim too. I squeezed my legs together, fearful juices would slip from my pussy, causing my dress to have a wet patch on the back of it. As well as being a woman who eavesdropped too much for her own good, I am also one with a too vivid imagination.
    I was tempted to run my hand along his muscular leg that called my name and was mere inches from my own. I almost begged him to take me home and fuck me all night. However, I did not dare to, because he was Anthony, my dead husband’s brother, and that sort of thing, should it ever be discovered, would cause a scandal.
    “May I get you another drink?” he asked.
    I wasn’t that thirsty, but it meant he would spend more time with me. For now that would have to suffice.
    “I’d like that, yes.”
    “I will be right back.”
    He stood. As he walked away, his pantaloons stretched across his calves and thighs. His muscles stood out. Nothing artificial about Anthony. So many men there tonight had padded calves, but not him.
    “She has never enjoyed an orgasm with her husband, but whoever the talented gentleman was that night in this pleasure room, well, she will never be the same.”
    I glanced over at the woman who was doing the speaking. I wondered if she knew how loudly she spoke and that I had heard her. My