Beneath the prim and proper surface of the ton, intrigue and scandal were only a gossiping word away.
For many men and women, the fear of ruin, or worse, accompanied them at all times. Some defied propriety, took hold of their happiness, and hoped for the best.
Meet the men prepared to defy convention to win their ladies. But are those ladies prepared to let them have it all their own way? Of course not, for their partnerships are as unconventional as the ladies themselves.
Wallflowers Don't Wilt
Two women on the verge of freedom. One man looking for adventure. Can he persuade them that freedom comes in many forms, including three bodies entwined?
To Please a Lady
When your lovers are lovers themselves, and want you to help them make the perfect triangle, what do you say? "Persuade me," of course!
A Most Unusual Mistress
Why be a wife if a mistress has more fun? All Adriana has to do is get Ashley to agree.
Wallflowers Don't Wilt
"So, Ivo." There was a saucy smile on Arabella's face, matched by the one on Serena's, as they both faced him, seemingly now wide-awake. "Just what is making your breeches stand up so?"
Minx. In fact, minxes. Plural. They knew much more than any well-bred young lady should.
"My cock. Desirous of attention. Preferably inside one of you." He looked to see their reaction. No maiden modesty there. Yet another look exchanged between them. He wished he could interpret the meaning. He had a lot to learn, he mused, and was sure considerable enjoyment would prevail as he did so.
"We need to try before we buy. Or, in this case, see before we agree." Serena laughed audaciously. "Lud, I am a poet. So, Ivo, the choice is yours: Do we see this excitable appendage? Touch? Perchance taste? For we have no need of its uses unless we so decide."
This was something they had discussed at length before they decided to take it upon themselves to speak to him in such an unconventional manner. Perfectly happy until that evening, his request had reawakened ideas both had discussed and discarded many years earlier. However, neither chose to agree or admit to anything that may spoil their future life without due consideration. Seeing what could be on offer not only filled those criteria, but as Bella had so succinctly put to Serena, "If we choose to go no further, we will be in the envious position of perusing a man's protuberance in all its supposed glory."
"Bella?" He turned for her response, his hands already poised to open the placket on his breeches.
"Oh, Ivo, I am in agreement. We hear about this part of a male and are told it is something we as ladies of the ton have no necessity to bother with, for it will only disturb us when it has a yearning to procreate." She wrinkled her nose. "Such a waste if it can only bring us delights we have never felt a need for. Therefore, we need to know what, where, and how we will be involved with your cock. We need to see how, without us, it serves you."
They intended to make him work for their cooperation, then? He liked the idea. He had to come or explode, so why not come with them watching?
To Please a Lady
Rosy nipples showed through the material, their darkened surrounds providing a guide to their presence. Lower, the shadow of dark curls hid her pussy, or was it that they showed the way to where it waited, impatient to feel the hard, usually impatient cocks that it welcomed? Oh, the joy of having no pretense, being able to be honest and open about her enjoyment of the act of lovemaking these last months, had been so satisfying; those to come promised to be even more so.
Tying the lowest set of ribbons, barely inches below those curls, Hermione could not control her compunction to sooth the throbbing concealed within. Her hand slipped beneath the ribbons and touched. She closed her eyes to feel with her senses. Ah, that first swirl through her curls and then the sheer pleasure of touching her now wet lips, finding her fingers coated with the evidence of her desire. The intensity of her feelings shot through her like lightening, and she gasped. Not from her arousal, however.
A swath of velvet covered her eyes.
As she caught her breath, soft hands feathered across her nape as the material was fastened. Then her hair was pushed to one side, and she experienced the press of lips, kissing where the ribbons from the velvet knot brushed her back.
"My love, you started without me? For shame. How shall I punish you?"
Her breath quickened. Her punishment had started! Knowing what those elegant hands were capable of and unable to see how they explored and excited her to ever more passion was punishment enough. As her tormentor well knew.
"You were late, my lord; the play started on time, alas without your attendance."
A soft laugh greeted her remark. "Ah, Mione-mine. I would be lost without you in my life. Shall I begin Act Two?"
Oh, if it so pleases you, and three, four, and five. However, never would she allow her eagerness to show.
A Most Unusual Mistress
"You are to be my wife," Ash said stiffly. He knew his face reddened in shame, for he was ashamed of the discomfort he had caused her. "However," he continued, ignoring the ripple of excitement her query had aroused, "not my whore. I respect you."
"I would be better off as your mistress and get the body and the fucking I desire," she said frankly. "Lud, Ash. I want your love, your body, and to be fucked. If that is not to be my culmination, then let me be your whore. For a twelvemonth, I have spied and regarded you in secret, stroking myself after peering at you without your knowledge. Lud, I ache for your touch. If, as your wife, I do not receive all that I desire, I do not desire to be your wife. Why should I settle for less than all you can—if you chose—give me?" she demanded. "Just because it is assumed women of our class do not enjoy more than the mere mechanics of sex, or indeed, merely tolerate a husband's touch, do not assume that of me. If, as your mistress, I will receive more than duty demands, then make me her. However, don't bother to make me your wife. I have too much esteem to settle for less than I deserve."
He wondered if he imagined what he heard. "And you feel you deserve to be my mistress?"
"Well, I deserve more than a ten-minute fumble once the lamps are dimmed."
He couldn't believe his ears. Bloody hell. This was a woman after his own heart...or cock.
"Know you what you are asking? For the pictures you are conjuring have my cock throbbing. It knows, as I do, the pleasure to be had in showing you. I believe," he said slowly, "you do deserve more, my love. My whore you shall be."