Authors: Kate Pearce
mine and thrust them back inside. A subtle thrill of pleasure darted through me. I
arched my back and felt my tight sheath caress and cling to the roughness of his leather
glove. He pressed his thumb against my labia and held my gaze in the mirror.
“Still not big enough, darling. Shall I prove it to you?” He removed my soaked
fingers and brought them behind me to his buckskin breeches. I could not help but gasp
as I grasped the shape of his cock. It was so huge, I could scarcely get my fingers
around it. My body throbbed with a sensuous welcome, opening me wider, making me
wetter.
“Let me see you. Let me touch you,” I pleaded but Gideon refused to be distracted.
“Later, Eden. This time, I wish only to teach and please you.” He dragged my hand
away from his breeches and brought it to my breast. I was pleased that despite the
coolness of his tone his breathing grew harsher.
“I have to go to London tomorrow, and I would hate for you to miss what I have
planned for you.” His fingers returned to torment my swollen clitoris. I tensed as he
unfastened his breeches and his hard wet cock rubbed against my naked buttocks. I
moaned and instinctively tried to lift myself and make him slide into me. His arm
tightened around my hips and he held me firmly against him.
His suddenly cold blue eyes met mine in the mirror.
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“I said you were not to touch me. Do you wish to learn or shall I leave you now?”
“Don’t leave me like this,” I moaned as his thumb drove into me, making me
squirm.
“Then be still, for I have something for you.” He reached down beside the chaise
and picked up his riding crop. I reclaimed his gaze in the mirror and frowned.
Holding the whip halfway down, he pressed it into my hand. “Don’t pout, love.
This is your present, to keep you busy and wet for me whilst I am away.”
“Do you wish me to whip myself?” I shrugged. “I had enough of that during my
marriage. It does not excite me.”
Gideon shook his head. “Give me the whip.”
I gave it back to him and he curled his hand around the leather handle. “I want you
to wrap your fingers around this and then think of how my cock felt.”
I did as he requested as a low burn of anticipation and excitement settled in my
stomach. The whip handle was smooth and large and similar in size to Gideon. I began
to see what he wished of me and took the whip back into my hand. With murmured
words of encouragement, he helped me position the handle at the entrance to my
passage.
He pressed both of his thumbs against my clitoris and spread his fingers through
my curls, opening me wide. I watched the tip of the whip disappear into my wetness
and released my breath. There was no pain, only a smooth, thick sense of being
overstretched and filled to bursting point. I paused for a heartbeat to get used to the
sensation.
“Take more, now. You are wet enough.”
Gideon’s stark commands and unsubtle pressure on the whip handle drove it
deeper and deeper. I gasped as my flesh struggled to accommodate the sudden huge
influx. Gideon began to rub my clitoris with hard, remorseless strokes.
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I screamed as the head of the whip touched the mouth of my womb and a wave of
violent pulsating need shuddered through me. Gideon held me tightly through my
prolonged climax, one hand pressed to my breast, the other manipulating both the whip
handle and me.
“Do you remember how we first met, Eden?”
“Yes,” I gasped as a second wave of excitement hit me. “We met in the barn at your
father’s estate. You and Gervase were…” I paused to find the right word. Gideon
slowly rotated the handle with a subtle twist of his wrist.
When I finished writhing against him, he whispered in my ear, “Eden, Gervase and
I taught you the right words. Do I need to tell them to you again?”
I gave a tiny nod and Gideon bit down hard on my neck. “Listen carefully then.
This…” he thrust his groin against my buttocks until there was no mistaking his
erection. “This is my cock.” His left hand trailed over my straining flesh around the
whip handle. “This is your pussy.” He laughed low in his throat. “Your choice of word
if I remember correctly, my sweet. Gervase and I would have chosen something far
cruder. And what Gervase and I did in the barn was fuck all the serving maids.”
I still had the grace to blush despite my exposed position and Gideon chuckled.
“You, of course, didn’t fuck anything, did you, Eden? You just liked to watch us.”
I couldn’t dispute what he said. My curiosity as to whether the twins were hurting
the girls had led me to stay and watch them rut until Gervase discovered me. When
they realized I posed no threat to their amorous activities, the twins allowed me to
watch as often as I wanted, often performing new tricks and positions purely for my
benefit and education.
Gideon recalled me from my thoughts as he tapped the whip handle again. “Move
the whip in and out, just like a real cock.”
“No,” I gasped, “I cannot stand any more! Please, Gideon.”
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“Of course you can, Eden.” Gideon’s voice held an inflexible note. “Let me do it for
you if you are too afraid.” I relinquished the whip handle completely into his control.
“But, Eden, you must watch because I expect you to practice whilst I am away.”
I stared at myself in the mirror as Gideon began to slide the thick whip handle in
and out of my slick passage. Feelings began to build and writhe through my body and I
felt Gideon’s cock slide between my buttocks in time with the strokes of the whip.
I couldn’t watch any longer as I came with a violence I had never known before.
Gideon’s hand slid from my breast to my mouth to muffle the sound of my screams. He
groaned and bucked and came in a hot gush of seed on my naked back.
It took me a long time to catch my breath and for Gideon to remove the whip from
my now tender passage. He met my gaze in the mirror.
“Will you promise to practice? I want to watch you come this way when I return.” I
managed a weak nod. His expression hardened and he caught my chin. “Just because I
have reminded you that you are a passionate woman, don’t think that you can try your
charms on any man.” He ran a hand down my back and massaged his seed into my
pussy.
“Don’t wear anything under your gown at dinner tonight. I might want to play
with you again.”
He slid off the couch, buttoned his breeches and departed, leaving me reeling from
the sudden exotic turn my life had taken. I got shakily to my feet and ran my hands
over my flushed skin. Had the fall from my horse trapped me in some sexual dream?
Some of my excitement dimmed as I realized that the man who had made me come four
times in one afternoon hadn’t kissed or touched me with anything of his own flesh,
apart from his naked cock.
I straightened my back and gazed at my defiant face in the mirror. Gideon’s father
had summoned me to meet him in London in two weeks’ time to discuss my future. I
knew he would consider it his duty to secure a new husband for me. I tossed my head.
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My attendance at the hunting party had been my first act of defiance. Now I had the
opportunity to enjoy myself further.
I gave myself a quick nod. I had two weeks to enjoy Gideon. I also cherished the
fragile hope that he might reunite me with Gervase, his identical twin. My first love and
the man who led me down a path of sexual exploration only to shatter me.
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Chapter Two
I sat at my dressing table and allowed the maid to brush out my thick black hair
and pile it in a sophisticated knot of curls on the top of my head. I couldn’t help but
wonder what Gideon might have planned for me after dinner. There was an
unaccustomed ache between my thighs and a wetness I hadn’t experienced at all during
my marriage.
I fastened a black jet necklace around my neck and added matching earrings. The
sensible part of my mind marveled at my uninhibited excesses of the afternoon. The
wild wanton part of me that I kept so well hidden cried out for more. I tried to quiet my
conscience by reminding myself that I had known Gideon and Gervase for most of my
life. They were but three years older than me. My widowed mother and I spent most of
our summers ensconced at the Harcourts’ country house where I had been allowed to
share the twins’ lessons and run wild with them in the confines of the estate. My
mother’s remarriage left me alone with the twins the summer I reached the dangerous
age of eighteen.
After that, my forced marriage dragged me to the cold northern climate of Glasgow
and I lost touch with my Harcourt relations. Gideon’s reappearance in my life seemed
destined. I nodded my approval to the maid and stood up, shaking the folds of my drab
black evening gown around me.
I was a free woman for the first time in my life. I grimaced in the mirror—at least
until I was pushed into another marriage. I knew in my heart that Gideon would never
hurt me and I was determined to enjoy him.
I came down the stairs and met my hostess, another vague relative, Lady Georgiana
Woodson. She received me in the golden luxury of the drawing room. I gazed at her
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pink high-waisted gown with deep envy and wished I had the funds to replace my
hated black clothes.
Georgiana was newly married and considered one of the most dashing young
wives of
the ton
. I had wondered why she was so insistent I attend her husband’s
hunting party but now guessed she had been put up to it. She gave me a conspiratorial
smile as she held out her hand.
“Eden, my dear, come and meet the man who expressly ordered me to invite you to
my home.”
I forced myself not to smile when she towed me across the Turkish carpet towards
an immaculately dressed Gideon. Gideon bowed low to me. I admired the way his dark
blue coat slid over his muscled shoulders. A discreet diamond pin glinted in the snowy
folds of his cravat. As he took my hand, I allowed myself one quick glance at the front
of his tight biscuit-colored breeches, remembering what lay within.
I had bathed but his scent clung to my skin. I wondered if Georgiana would notice
as my heart raced and my nipples tightened in anticipation at his appreciative lazy
gaze.
Georgiana flitted away, apparently well pleased with her matchmaking, and left us
alone. Gideon brought my gloved hand to his lips and bit down on my palm. I shivered
and stepped closer. His eyes narrowed.
“So you have decided to be brave then?”
He turned me slightly away from the room, dipped his fingers inside my bodice
and grazed my nipple with his thumbnail. “You must want me a lot.”
I regained my breath. “I want to be touched, Gideon. In truth, after all those years
with that old man, I deserve to be worshipped.”
Gideon lifted his glass, toasted my show of bravado and led me towards the dining
room. There were only four other young couples in the dark paneled room. Georgiana
ran an informal house and I was able to slide into a chair next to Gideon.
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The meal progressed at its usual gentle pace, only Gideon’s presence at my elbow a
distraction and a lure. He took every opportunity to touch me that was offered, opening
my napkin for me and spreading it across my knees, brushing my hand as he helped me
with my silverware. Soon my skin tingled and I became edgy with desire.
Georgiana dismissed the servants and dispensed with the custom of the ladies
leaving the gentlemen to their port. Then, in flagrant disregard for propriety, she quit
her seat to perch on her husband’s knee. As the port and Spanish cigars circulated more
freely, she shared her husband’s port glass and kissed him quite openly on the mouth.
Gideon smiled as he observed my slightly shocked expression and murmured,
“You have been away from polite society for too long, my love.”
I had just begun to relax and enjoy my wine when Gideon winked at me. He moved
his chair closer, slid his hand up my leg under my skirts and settled his fingers over my
naked mound. I almost shrieked in a most unladylike fashion as he flicked and circled
my swollen clitoris with his fingertip. I glanced wildly around the table, but nobody
seemed to have noticed.
The desire to scream welled in my throat as Gideon pinned me back into my chair
and slid one long finger inside me. I shot to my feet.
“Excuse me, Georgiana. I am a little…overheated.” I gasped and aimed a kick at
Gideon. “I think I’ll take a stroll in the garden.”
Georgiana waved a languid hand at me as her husband bent his head to her bared
nipple and I made my escape.
The weather continued mild for spring and I paused to breathe in the sweet scent of
herbs and early daffodils. Too late, I heard the dining room doors open and shut behind
me and then Gideon stood by my side. I glared at him. He offered me his arm and an
innocent smile and strolled with me into the shadowy green depths of the garden.
With suspicious ease, he guided me to a secluded, seductively lit arbor and