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Ah, so she wasn’t as unaffected as she pretended to be.

«Now go and find me a bottle of oil—there should be some in

the top drawer of that same cabinet.»

She brought back the oil and held it out to him. He shook his

head.

«Put some oil on your fingers and cover the tip of the phallus

with it.»

She moistened her lips with her tongue and failed to meet his

gaze. «I’m not sure I want to do that, my lord.»

«I don’t believe I gave you a choice.»

She looked at him then, her hazel eyes unnaturally bright in

the dim lighting. «And if I don’t?»

He smiled at her. «You wish to take Shaw’s place?»

She swallowed convulsively and opened the bottle of oil,

poured a small amount onto her fingertips. Minshom opened his

hand and let the phallus lie in his palm. Felt his own cock harden

as he watched her fingers work over the engraved surfaces of the

ebony, turning the dull blackness to a glistening, glowing sheen.

«That’s enough.»

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She withdrew her hand 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, Jane reluctantly entered the study. She

paused by his desk, surprised by the amount of papers still spread

out on it as he went to pour two brandies from the decanter set

on his book shelves. He held one out to her and raised his own

in a toast.

«Here’s to an enjoyable evening.»

Jane gripped her glass more tightly and wondered how much

it would hurt if she threw it hard at her husband’s conceited,

arrogant head.

«I’m not sure if that is quite the way I saw it.»

He paused, his glass halfway to his sensual mouth. «You didn’t

enjoy yourself?»

«You didn’t want me to enjoy myself. You wanted me to run

out of there screaming.»

He laughed and put his glass down on the desk. «But you

didn’t, did you? Why is that, I wonder?»

«Because I am a fool?»

He came closer and she found herself caged against his desk.

«You’re no fool, Jane.» He took the glass out of her

unresisting fingers and placed it beside his own. «Were you too

afraid of what I might do to you if you rail? Did you imagine

yourself almost naked and facedown like Shaw?»

«Of course not!»

She gasped as he grabbed her arm and spun her around until

her upper body and face were pinned to the desk top. He

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stepped closer, kicked her legs apart and leaned down to drop a

kiss on the back of her neck.

«How does it feel, Jane, to be held down, to be at my mercy?»

She knew what he was trying to do. Knew he was about to

hammer home the lessons she had already learned, that he was

dangerous and unreliable, a player of sexual games that she could

never compete with. She tried not to breathe as his still familiar

scent surrounded her, brandy and cigars, the faint aroma of sex,

of leather, of pure aroused man. His cock was hard again and

nudged at her buttocks.

«Let me up, Blaize.»

His soft chuckle stirred the hairs on the back of her neck and

she shivered.

«Not yet. Did you like it when Shaw begged to be fucked?»

«No.» She closed her eyes as he nipped at her ear and then

licked the sting away.

«Strange, because you used to beg for me.»

«I...» She yelped as he bit her earlobe, harder this time, leaving

it throbbing in time to her raised heartbeat.

«Don’t you remember? Even during that first weekend we

met, you begged me to kiss you again, to touch your breasts, to

suck them into my mouth.»

Waves of humiliation rolled over her. Trust him to take some

of her most special erotic memories and try to use them against

her. She tightened her lips, refused to speak, refusing to cheapen

those first overwhelming days with him.

«You begged, Jane. You begged for my fingers between your

legs making you come, begged for my cock in your mouth,

begged me to take your maidenhood.»

She tried to buck him off, but he only settled over her more

completely, his slender muscular body far stronger than hers had

ever been.

«So what makes you any different from Shaw?»

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Minshom shifted the arm he had around her waist upward

until it grazed her breasts. Her nipples hardened in a sudden

aching rush. God, not now, she couldn’t give in to him now.

«Let me go, Blaize.» She sounded weak and unsteady, knew

he’d notice and revel in her discomfiture.

«Why, because I have disgusted you? Because after years on

your own, you have forgotten how it feels to want to be fucked?»

He slid his hand down between her legs and curved his fingers

over her sex. «Are you dry here, like an old maid? Does the

thought of sex frighten you?»

She fought him then, tried to turn her head and bite his

fingers, fought even harder when he shoved his fingers inside her

breeches and sank into the thick wetness of her arousal.

He went still and ripped his hand away, his breathing now as

unsteady as her own.

«Damn you, Jane Minshom. Damn you to hell.»

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As Minshom recoiled, Jane slid out from under him and ran

for the stairs. Her booted feet sounded loud on the marbled floor

and her breathing echoed as she pounded up the stairs. She

glimpsed the first landing and then gasped as Minshom tackled

her from behind and brought her down onto the stairs, his arms

wrapped around her bracing her fall.

The side of her face lay against cold stone yet the rest of her

body was far too hot. Minshom’s hand settled between her legs

again.

«I should’ve known you wouldn’t be disgusted, shouldn’t I?

You were always something of a sexual voyeur.» The palm of his

hand ground against her sex and he flexed his long fingers. «I

should have tied you up beside Shaw and had you both.»

Jane tried to take a breath and found it even more difficult

than she had anticipated. Between Minshom’s weight and her

own excitement, she was barely able to function.

His other hand moved to her breasts and slid under her

waistcoat, searched for her already-hard nipples and pinched

hard. Mortified, Jane closed her eyes as a climax shook through

her beleaguered and sensually starved body.

With a curse, Minshom rolled off her and pulled her to her

feet. God, she was blushing so hard he must be able to see it

even in the darkness. She waited for the tirade about how

pathetic she was, how needy to come without even being

penetrated. Instead, he retained her hand and marched her along

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the hallway, pushed her inside his bedchamber and closed the

door.

She backed away from him and collided with the corner of his

massive oak-framed bed, had to steady her hands on the elegant

brown satin comforter. He reached her before she could get her

body to obey her and turned her face down into the side of the

bed, his hands quick and rough as he stripped off her boots and

breeches and flipped up the tails of her long white shirt.

«Don’t worry, Jane. I’ll give you want you want.»

God, what did she want? Why couldn’t she move? Why wasn’t

she screaming at him not to touch her rather than passively

allowing him to fondle her buttocks to slide his fingers between

them and rub against her wet, swollen, needy sex?

He reached across her to move the single candle into a better

position for him to look at her and uncapped a small glass bottle

with his teeth. The scent of lilacs invaded her nostrils and then

she felt the coldness of an oiled fingertip inserted in her arse.

Blaize’s teeth grazed her throat and she jumped, the smaller

ache seemingly more invasive than his finger.

«You liked being fucked here, didn’t you?» lie slid another

oiled finger alongside the first. «In truth, you were so eager to be

fucked before our marriage that this was the only way I could

appease you.»

«You make me sound like a wanton.»

«You were a wanton. You were begging for it.»

Jane moaned as he moved his two fingers back and forth,

widening her and preparing her for the far bigger penetration to

come.

«You remember what to do. Relax and breathe deeply, don’t

fight me. Not that you ever did. You allowed me every sexual

liberty I ever asked of you.» He chuckled, the cynical sound so

close it vibrated through her skull. «You even begged and

pleaded for more.»

«I wanted to please you. I was your wife.»

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«And you did please me.» He added a third finger. «Why do

you think I married you?»

Jane closed her eyes and focused on the motion of his fingers,

the way he pushed her mound against the hard edge of the bed

with every skilled maneuver. She knew with sudden desperate

clarity that she wasn’t going to stop him, was going to take what

he offered her, even beg if he demanded it. She had gravely