and hastily wiped it on the back of her
breeches.
«Now slide the phallus into his arse.»
She made no move to take the phallus from him, simply
stared at him as if he had run mad.
«I... I can’t do that.»
«Why not? He wants to be fucked—you heard him beg for it.»
«He wants you to fuck him, not that thing.»
«He’ll take whatever I give him, and in this case I’m going to
fuck his mouth while you, my dear, fuck his arse.» He raised his
eyebrows. «You did promise to obey me this evening, didn’t you?
To humor my perversions so that you could see what kind of a
man I’ve become.»
«If I do this, I’ll expect something in return.»
«Like what?» God, he was enjoying this far more than he
should.
«An hour of your time for an honest conversation?»
He laughed and weighed the phallus in his hand. «No.»
«An evening out at a proper ball?»
He studied her carefully, admitting a reluctant admiration for
her sheer persistence and courage under circumstances he had
deliberately arranged to undermine her. He let the whip drop to
the floor and held out his hand.
«Done. Now fuck him.»
Jane put out her hand for the oiled phallus and tried not to
look at the prostrate, half-naked man stretched over the leather
horse. Minshom strolled to the man’s head, unbuttoning his
placket with his long elegant fingers. His erect cock emerged and
he fondled himself for a moment, his eyes closed, a small smile
on his lips.
«Slide it in, Jane.»
She looked up and met his challenging stare, knew all at once
that he expected her to bolt, to forfeit their arrangement to
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hopefully run all the way back to Minshom Abbey with her tail
between her legs.
«Please, my lady.»
Shaw’s whispered words affected her more strongly than
Minshom’s gloating. He wanted this, God knew why, but he did.
She wouldn’t be hurting him, at least she hoped she wouldn’t.
With a quick prayer to the heavens, she lined up the tip of the
phallus with Shaw’s arse hole and gently pushed it in a half-inch.
«God...» Shaw’s gasp was cut off as Minshom slid his cock
into his mouth. To her shame, Jane couldn’t help but watch his
shaft disappear into Shaw’s mouth, couldn’t help pushing the
phallus in just as deeply. As if she’d been trained, Jane matched
her movement to the thrusts of Minshom’s cock, kept her gaze
on his swollen red flesh rather than on what she was doing.
When she risked a glance up at Minshom, he was watching
her, his blue eyes half-closed and laced with lust. She couldn’t
look away, felt her own insides convulse and melt as they worked
the man between them to a straining gasping climax. Jane
slammed the phallus home one last time as Minshom came too,
his gaze still fixed on her as if it were her mouth receiving his hot
cum and her arse filled with the phallus.
Jane stepped back, shaking her head, and retreated to the wall
as Minshom buttoned his pantaloons and Mr. Shaw gasped out
his thanks to both of them. Without acknowledging the man at
all, Minshom went toward the door and Jane followed. They
descended the stairs in silence until they reached the main
hallway.
A footman gave Jane her cloak and she covered herself as
quickly as she could. A door banged to the side of the hall and
Robert emerged. He looked almost as grim as Jane felt. What on
earth had she done? How had she allowed herself to be drawn
into one of Minshom’s little sexual games?
«Are we all ready?»
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Minshom put on his hat and exited through the main door,
Jane and Robert following in his wake. She hoped he wouldn’t
try to bait her on the carriage ride home. She didn’t have the
strength to resist him anymore.
As soon as they entered the house, Minshom dismissed
Robert for the night and opened the door into his study.
«Would you care for a nightcap, Jane?»
Torn between her desire to talk to him and her fear about
what would happen next,
breeches.
«Now slide the phallus into his arse.»
She made no move to take the phallus from him, simply
stared at him as if he had run mad.
«I... I can’t do that.»
«Why not? He wants to be fucked—you heard him beg for it.»
«He wants you to fuck him, not that thing.»
«He’ll take whatever I give him, and in this case I’m going to
fuck his mouth while you, my dear, fuck his arse.» He raised his
eyebrows. «You did promise to obey me this evening, didn’t you?
To humor my perversions so that you could see what kind of a
man I’ve become.»
«If I do this, I’ll expect something in return.»
«Like what?» God, he was enjoying this far more than he
should.
«An hour of your time for an honest conversation?»
He laughed and weighed the phallus in his hand. «No.»
«An evening out at a proper ball?»
He studied her carefully, admitting a reluctant admiration for
her sheer persistence and courage under circumstances he had
deliberately arranged to undermine her. He let the whip drop to
the floor and held out his hand.
«Done. Now fuck him.»
Jane put out her hand for the oiled phallus and tried not to
look at the prostrate, half-naked man stretched over the leather
horse. Minshom strolled to the man’s head, unbuttoning his
placket with his long elegant fingers. His erect cock emerged and
he fondled himself for a moment, his eyes closed, a small smile
on his lips.
«Slide it in, Jane.»
She looked up and met his challenging stare, knew all at once
that he expected her to bolt, to forfeit their arrangement to
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hopefully run all the way back to Minshom Abbey with her tail
between her legs.
«Please, my lady.»
Shaw’s whispered words affected her more strongly than
Minshom’s gloating. He wanted this, God knew why, but he did.
She wouldn’t be hurting him, at least she hoped she wouldn’t.
With a quick prayer to the heavens, she lined up the tip of the
phallus with Shaw’s arse hole and gently pushed it in a half-inch.
«God...» Shaw’s gasp was cut off as Minshom slid his cock
into his mouth. To her shame, Jane couldn’t help but watch his
shaft disappear into Shaw’s mouth, couldn’t help pushing the
phallus in just as deeply. As if she’d been trained, Jane matched
her movement to the thrusts of Minshom’s cock, kept her gaze
on his swollen red flesh rather than on what she was doing.
When she risked a glance up at Minshom, he was watching
her, his blue eyes half-closed and laced with lust. She couldn’t
look away, felt her own insides convulse and melt as they worked
the man between them to a straining gasping climax. Jane
slammed the phallus home one last time as Minshom came too,
his gaze still fixed on her as if it were her mouth receiving his hot
cum and her arse filled with the phallus.
Jane stepped back, shaking her head, and retreated to the wall
as Minshom buttoned his pantaloons and Mr. Shaw gasped out
his thanks to both of them. Without acknowledging the man at
all, Minshom went toward the door and Jane followed. They
descended the stairs in silence until they reached the main
hallway.
A footman gave Jane her cloak and she covered herself as
quickly as she could. A door banged to the side of the hall and
Robert emerged. He looked almost as grim as Jane felt. What on
earth had she done? How had she allowed herself to be drawn
into one of Minshom’s little sexual games?
«Are we all ready?»
SIMPLY INSATIABLE / 59
Minshom put on his hat and exited through the main door,
Jane and Robert following in his wake. She hoped he wouldn’t
try to bait her on the carriage ride home. She didn’t have the
strength to resist him anymore.
As soon as they entered the house, Minshom dismissed
Robert for the night and opened the door into his study.
«Would you care for a nightcap, Jane?»
Torn between her desire to talk to him and her fear about
what would happen next,
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