The Viscount's Pleasure House (Irresistible Aristocrats Book 1) Page 21

  Above all, her secret wish was that he would forget the names of all the other women he’d ever taken in a tent, a bed, a park, and only remember hers. Lady Wellsby, Chrissie, or Amira. She cared little by which name he recalled her face and body.

  Chrissie only knew she’d feel even more devastated after they parted, as they would invariably do, if their shared intimacy were another notch on his bedpost. Another faceless woman who had a warm body for him to use.

  “Amira, my other harem slaves hover in anticipation outside this tent.”

  From outside came Chrystal’s loud voice demanding she be admitted instead of the untried Amira. Her husband’s voice added to the rising noise as he also showed his preference to see his wife’s body being plundered like a captive by a conqueror.

  If this were what Justin had dealt with for three years while he amassed enough money to search for his family, Chrissie felt sorry for him. It was easy to understand why he had become quickly jaded with society. These people who dined with the queen one day would be at their rank antics the next. For them, money and position meant the freedom to indulge their perversions and extremes without a second thought. No wonder Queen Victoria despaired of the dissipated morals of her court. Moreover, it was little wonder the lower classes were in revolt. To see money and time wasted in these games and romps through nothing more than the boredom of the elite troubled Chrissie and her long-held values of every man’s right to a fulfilling life. She was startled out of her reverie by the viscount’s— rather, by Zoltan’s—impassioned words.

  “My latest concubine, a nubile young girl stolen from her tribe on the edges of the desert,” he called loudly, “has stated for everyone to hear that she is also wet and ready for my shaft. However, my loyal followers, before I take her she will need to prove that she is also ready.”

  Inside their haven, Justin spoke to the world. Nevertheless, his eyes remained locked with her, giving her strength. Asking her in silence if she still wanted this. She held no doubts that if she objected in any way, baulked even at this late stage, he’d find a way to extricate herself, and her three friends, from the danger.

  Chrissie had never met three more noble men that Justin and Thomas and Bart. Oh, she knew well enough the things they’d done. The extreme means they’d employed to raise capital for first Justin’s brothel, then his Pleasure House, and last his vast railway investments. Thomas and Bart both held regal titles so they’d done it through their friendship with Justin.

  In her eyes, men only showed that sort of ongoing loyalty to others if they were noble themselves. Moreover, if the men they helped were deserving of their loyalty and devotion. Therefore all the signs pointed to the idea that they were three honorable men who had been trying to make the best of a terrible situation—to extricate Justin’s family from whatever danger they were in. In addition, to make retribution for the wrongs inflicted by Justin’s father on his family. Women who’d been unable to defend themselves from a bully. Another disgusting man like her late husband had been, Chrissie thought with a shudder. If Justin’s mother and sisters had endured a lifetime of

  that sort of bullying, she felt very sorry for them. Men took delight in degrading women by using harsh words and large fists. It sickened her.

  She prayed that she would not be too late in reaching his family. She prayed that her investigators were even now entering the village where his mother and sisters had been thought to have last taken refuge. The place they had hidden themselves after running from the late viscount’s heavy-handed methods of discipline, she was sure.

  Chrissie yearned to do something good for Justin, something kind and decent to restore his faith in the humanity of mankind. To be able to bring him together again with his lost family would be a miracle. She longed to be able to offer him a miracle after his life of disappointments. He had persecuted himself long enough for not being able to stay at his ancestral home for longer than he did.

  From what she had heard of the story, if he’d stayed, the honorable young man in him would not have allowed his father ‘s cruelty. And according to British law, his father held total rights over his wife and two daughters. Please, God, let me find them for him.

  Goodness, she must concentrate. He spoke again. “ … and as you all know, my prick is the longest and thickest and most randy in the entire kingdom. Slaves have fainted under the onslaught. Before I waste my valuable time I need to be assured that you, Amira, are strong enough to receive the blessing I bestow upon your hitherto unworthy body … “

  She raised her eyebrows in silent question, not sure where this over-the-top monologue was headed. “ … and to that end, I command you to test your own readiness for me. I fear I’m too lethargic to do so myself as I’d normally enjoy doing. A man loves nothing more than to feel a woman’s rush of liquid arousal trickle hotly through his fingers. I like to lick my fingers free of the thick moisture, finding it sweeter than the very best of oasis dates.”

  Chrissie did indeed feel that rush of hot liquid of which he spoke begin between her legs. At first, she felt embarrassment at her whore- like response. Then she realized something.

  Justin did this deliberately. He’d thought she might not become aroused with the crowd outside hanging on their every word and every movement. He prepared her physically without touching her, so she’d carry this off with aplomb. She nodded, letting his see the gratitude in her eyes.

  His shoulders slumped as he heaved out a deep sigh, which reconfirmed her assumptions. Even in this situation, the man was honorable to the core. His first instincts had been to do whatever necessary to protect her from more embarrassment, despite the fact it had been she who goaded him into it.

  “Now,” he demanded, “touch yourself. Tell me how ready you are.”

  Now was the moment she’d anticipated. Would she have the courage to carry it through though? Yes, she would, for Justin’s sake and for her own. Plus, it was what she wanted most. To create an exciting and sensual memory of her time with Justin to carry away with her. Something good to hold in her heart and bring out in her darkest and most lonely moments later.

  He reached down and his finger slipped past the leather strapping around her groin and through her curls, but she shook her head and stepped back. She placed her own fingers on the spot where his had dallied. His gaze fixed there. Dark inscrutable eyes suddenly became easy to read. One touch had caused his penis to stiffen even higher, and as she watched, it jumped and twitched like an eager child awaiting a treat.

  She smirked. He glanced down, and then back at her with a rueful smile. He shrugged. What can I do? She laughed aloud as she dug her fingers deeper into her mound, and gave a very loud and exaggerated groan. From beside the whippy folds of tent fabric several men moaned with her.

  She lifted her eyes to meet Justin’s. He too had realized that the guests had moved closer, desperate to catch every noise of action they made. He gave a resigned shrug and she understood. The sooner they carried on and finished with their act of intimacy, the sooner the guests would pair off amongst themselves and leave the main players alone.

  “Oh, my lord. I didn’t know. Didn’t understand before. No one told me being with you … and hearing your masterful words … “ She gave several little pants. “ … would make me melt inside. I can feel gushes of hot liquid running over the leather you strapped between my groin. It stiffens the leather and tugs tighter through my … “

  She raised her hands in helpless appeal as she realized that despite her courageous performance, she lacked the actual words of sexual display.

  He grinned and licked his lips. “Your pussy, Amira?”

  “Oooh, is that the word you use, my lord?”

  Justin rolled his eyes over her over-the-top theatre antics. “I fear, Chrissie, you’ll never be good enough to tread the boards of Covent Garden,” he whispered in her ear.

  She giggled and then a stab of mischief occurred to her. This was her performance, hers to dictate. Therefore, it was also her
one and only chance to make his squirm. More theatre dramatics were needed. Not less!

  “Zoltan would call it other more intimate things with his favorite concubine, is that nor correct, oh good and mighty, high ruler?”

  His eyes widened and his mouth dropped open as he realized her intent. No, he furiously signaled by his shaking head. Don’t you dare take this any further, his darting eyes warned. She ignored his unvoiced threats and spoke even louder. “My pussy… my crevice … my—”

  His mouth descended over her in a hard and punishing kiss, one that he meant to silence her but one that instantly aroused them both. They broke away, panting and awed, staring at each other. At the same moment, they both reached between her legs and when their wet fingers touched in there, in that soft bush, they both halted and swallowed. It was as if their actions were being seen in a mirror, two halves of the same motion. As if their minds knew what the other thought, the level of excitement each one felt. When they registered it in each other’s eyes, that level increased rapidly.

  Justin pushed one longer finger up further inside her and she squirmed and moaned. “Ah, yes, Amira. You did not lie to your leader. Never have I felt a tighter, hotter, more enticing female quim. I rotate my fingers now, Amira … “ As he spoke, Justin matched his actions to his words and Chrissie was robbed of speech and of breath. With his free hand, he reached down and thrust her own fingers higher, sliding them beside his, upwards and inwards, until she screamed.

  “Her first scream!” Arthur called out from outside and once again they realized how close to the tent fabric he’d pressed his eager ear. Possibly also his intrusive eyes.

  “Make her scream louder, Zoltan,” Arthur’s friend called out. “Fuck her hard with those agile fingers of yours. We’ve seen them in action before, so we know how quick you can be with them.”

  “And I know how they feel inside me,” Chrystal’s voice came clearly and smugly.

  Justin groaned and dropped his head but Chrissie nuzzled his cheek until he raised his gaze again.

  “Ooooh, master. Oooh, how wonderful that feels. Oooh, what is happening to me? I feel something rising up in me, something hot and powerful.”

  Forgetting their acting, Justin cried out, “Let it come for me, Amira.”

  He plunged his fingers into her, higher and higher, over and over, setting up a faster rhythm that caused everything to fade except the feel of him. The scent of aroused male as he leaned closer and breathed heavily with her, his breath hot and rapid against her neck.

  She panted and arched into his fingers as the first spasm shot through her. She screamed again, this time longer and louder. One of his arms remained wrapped around her as held her through the tremors and she sagged against him and let out a long sigh of pleasure.

  Justin stiffened against her, and pushed her away. She felt a waft of cooler air as the ends of the tent flap were lifted a foot away from the opening, leaving a viewing hole. The next seconds were a blur as he turned her and pushed her to her knees, her rump in the air pointed to the door. His lithe muscled body stretched to cover her, his hips pushed tightly against her bottom and his arms outstretched beside hers. He tilted her head down into the pillows to hide her face.

  “Onlookers,” he whispered in her ear.

  She sucked in a sharp breath, realizing what he’d done. He’d covered and hidden her body and face so no one could see her. All that would be visible would be Justin’s long muscled thighs molded over hers and his brown back spread across hers.

  “Forgive me,” he added, and pushed his penis into her in one long, hard, quick thrust.

  The momentum carried her forward and her forehead hit the pillows with a thump.

  “Ouch,” she cried, reaching up to touch the bump. Before she could think about that small hurt, Justin pumped into her from behind. The position had forced him deep, deeper than her husband had ever managed, and ripples of pure pleasure shot through her from her groin up. Her womb clenched under each hard push, her vaginal muscles tightened and tried to cling to his shaft, to halt any retreat. From behind her he groaned, but then must have recalled the audience.

  “Amira, oh my God. Your passage is tight, just as a virgin’s should be. And as I pump myself into you, you clench and squeeze around me and bring me to ecstasy far too fast. I can see, my young concubine, I’ll want to use your body many times this night. How many times can your tight passage accept me? How many times can I spill my hot seed into your woman’s receptacle before you tire? Will you allow your master to plunder your body through the night until the sun rises?”

  Chrissie moaned. Her loud noises were echoed from many voices outside and she heard the grunts and groans of people already engaged in sex. They hadn’t waited for permission, but had taken whoever had been closest. Chrissie prayed Edward and Thomas had managed to slip her friends away from the crowd in time.

  Justin’s groans came faster, louder, until he shouted and thrust hard, once, twice, three times. The rush of hot male sperm filled her womb and by instinct she tightened her muscles, clamped them together. She held onto his warm life-giving seed for as long as possible, all the while praying for a miracle. If she became impregnated with his child, she’d be overjoyed. Justin would no doubt be horrified, but for her, becoming enceinte would be a miracle. A welcome one.

  The sounds of completion were evident everywhere outside, as men and women alike screamed, yelled, and made noises of collapse. The tent flap had dropped back into place when the guests had coupled and moved away to find their own small space to fuck in. Chrissie wasn’t naive. The noises were obviously men calling to men, and women to women, cheering each other on. Outside, she knew people were engaged in every sort of uninhibited sex, one of the orgies Anna had thought they’d observe.

  Justin moved off her and slid them both sideways to lie face to face on the pillows. A finger over her mouth stopped her speaking, though she didn’t think she was capable of coordinating her thoughts and words just yet.

  “Don’t move. Wait until they finish and forget about us. Hopefully, they’ll move away and find other partners.”

  She nodded, although their audience’s departure wasn’t the reason she lay contentedly in his arms and wanted to delay their departure. In that moment, she accepted the truth. She’d fallen in love with a rogue and a scoundrel. A man who couldn’t possibly be interested in her, not for other than a brief affair, anyway.

  Sane and sensible Lady Christina Wellsby had stupidly fallen in love with the totally unsuitable Virile Viscount.

  Chapter Thirteen

  “Oh, hell no.” Justin grabbed Chrissie’s hand and pulled her to her feet. With his free hand, he scooped up what he could of their discarded clothing and guided Chrissie out through the tent’s back flap. Ignoring her obvious reluctance, he tugged her six or seven steps up the hill behind where they had just performed. When Justin slumped down onto the grass, Chrissie lowered herself beside him although she clearly didn’t understand what had prodded him into their hurried escape from the tent. She’d not heard Gillian’s voice. Not realized that Gillian and Edward had imagined the tent was empty and were about to make use of it in the same way Justin and Chrissie had when they performed for the crowd.

  Justin lifted his head from the grass and watched Gillian, the normally easy-going countess, drag her husband inside the tent. Where Justin and Chrissie sat was dark and above eye level for anyone walking around, yet every word uttered inside the tent could be clearly heard.

  “I demand to be allowed the same liberties as Chrissie,” Gillian was saying to her husband. “You will make love to me, Edward, just as Justin did in here with Chrissie! Like a man possessed. Like a man who wants me above all else.”

  “Gillian.” The poor Earl sounded shocked. The flimsy coverings of the tent lifted and blew in the rising breeze. “But, my love, the entire world will be able to see us.”

  “I don’t care, Edward. I want you to prove you want my body above all the others … “ The exasp
eration in Gillian’s voice was evident. “Every one of those women who stare at you and lick their lips as if you’re their next meal. I want to be treated like the others. I want passion, Edward, and lust. I want to be thrown on the ground and ravished by you.”

  Justin could well imagine Edward’s surprise, and then his excitement, at the image his wife portrayed. Beside him, Chrissie gave a small gasp before covering her mouth with both hands. They both knew Edward would now be seeing Gillian as she was here and now. Not dressed in a prim and proper gown and layers of petticoats but in the tempting and indecent eastern barely there garments.

  Justin and Chrissie exchanged knowing glances as Gillian moaned and said, “Yes, Edward, that’s the look I want to see back in your eyes. The one that tells me that you love me and want me the way I do you.”

  For nearly an hour, the now happily reunited husband and wife made full use of their time alone in the tent while Justin lay with Chrissie’s soft and supple body pressed against his own still naked form.

  “Oh my goodness, Edward,” they heard Gillian say. “Your education at the Sultan’s Palace has stood you in good stead. That was amazing.”

  Edward’s voice boomed out from the tent. “I was rather astounding, wasn’t I? Even surprised myself.”

  “Ah, yes,” Justin murmured in Chrissie’s ear as they cuddled closer and tried to suppress the sounds of their laughter. “Seems our reluctant groom is once again besotted with his bride.”

  “But you,” Edward said loudly, “my one and only love, were magnificent. And I adore you, every pink inch of you.”

  She giggled. “Well, my darling, do you think we might improve on our magnificence next time?”

  “Oh, yes, my sweet. I rather think we can create an even bigger tilt in the equilibrium of the known world this time.”