CHOCOLATE, TEA AND THE DUCHESS (14 page)

pleasure, while it is a bit uncomfortable for me."

"Daily spankings?"

"I wouldn't have it any other way, Felicity. Try it and you will understand what I

am saying."

As Felicity pondered Desiree's last words, Serenity came into the room, looking

conspiratorial. Desiree laughed at her friend, while Felicity looked on, completely

mystified.

From behind her back, Serenity pulled an interesting object that immediately got

Felicity's attention.

"I would like you to meet 'Little Lucien'."

Desiree said, "Ah yes, the infamous phallus."

"Are you trying to tell me that—?"

"Yes, I am. It is a wonderful way to prepare your anus for your husband. It

makes for some very interesting games in the bedchamber, believe me."

Immediately, Felicity asked, "Where can I buy one?"

"I will give you the direction of a man on Akeman Street in Westminster. It isn't

far from here, actually. Tell him I sent you and he will know what you want. I would

recommend you purchase several in increasing sizes. Eventually, you will wish for the

real thing, but these are wonderful for bed play."

"Do you think if I have these Phillip will find me to be enough?"

"Dear, you
are
enough. He has a need that he may not be able to explain, even to

himself. If the thought doesn't repulse you, you might consider joining him in the

activity."

Serenity handed her a slip of paper with the address of the man who made the

phalluses. She would suffer through the embarrassment and make the purchase before

returning home.

"I have much to think about, but I really should be going. I don't want Phillip to

know I have been here—again."

Just then the door opened and Lucien walked in with a very handsome blond

gentleman. "Oh, Your Grace, I had no idea you were visiting our wives. It is nice to see

you again."

"I was actually just leaving, but it is nice to see you again, Mr. Damrill."

"Pardon my rude friend, duchess. I am Prentice Hyde, Lord Wycroft. I am

married to the luscious creature to your left."

Desiree beamed as her husband took her hand and kissed it slowly, licking

between each finger. Tingles went up Felicity's spine and a deep-seated need to have

her husband look at her as Wycroft and Damrill looked at their wives.

Clutching the paper in her gloved hand, she bid her friends a good day. She had

a new purpose and excitement fueled her need to begin this new quest.

Chapter Fourteen

Phillip sat facing the fire, in shirt and breeches, sipping brandy and wondering

where to go from this point. The hour was late, as he'd heard the chimes ring twelve

seemingly hours ago.

Felicity had long ago bid him good night, taking to her bed shortly after their

dinner. She'd been in good spirits, chattering away about preparing the spring garden

and the book she'd been reading. He'd heard little and cared less. He knew she was

finding things to talk about to keep from confronting the topic that loomed so large.

He'd survived what he thought would be abject mortification when Felicity

witnessed his session at the club. She'd been understanding or at least seemed to be. For

a woman of little experience or years, she might well be the one really right thing in his

life.

Her gentle hand held his as he agonized over giving her the explanation she fully

deserved, an explanation he hadn't ever been able to give himself. On the surface, he

reasoned that he enjoyed anal sex and could never ask a woman to participate in such

activity. He had contented himself with that for years, until Haynes turned the tables on

him. Since then, he knew it was so much more. As much as he enjoyed the taking of

another man, bent over and willing, he'd treasured his own taking, more than he

allowed himself to admit.

He wanted more, so much more, and yet, he had no idea how to go about having

all that he desired. He knew if the Fates hadn't dealt the hand they had, he'd have never

married. If he'd never married, his dilemma wouldn't exist. He'd have carried on with

Haynes or someone, ad infinitum, with no thought to emotional connection or even the

feelings of another person. His honor dictated he concern himself with Felicity's well-being, both mental and physical. She was entitled to a husband who cared
about
her if

not
for
her.

Thoughts of sex, in any form, became prevalent, causing his cock to stir,

untamable monster that it was. Could he rightfully waken Felicity for a romp?

Never having been a person of great moral conscience, he finished his brandy

and went to the connecting door. Several days had passed since he'd even thought to

spend a night with his wife, but as the idea bloomed, so did his cock, which was all the

answer he'd needed.

A low fire crackled in her grate, a clock ticked faintly. The bed was on the far

wall from the door, the span of floor covered by a large, plush rug in the colors of

autumn. His mother hadn't been a particularly feminine woman, preferring earthier

colors, and Felicity hadn't made her preferences known as yet.

He walked to the bed, silently praying she would welcome him without him

having to initiate the encounter. As he neared, he heard her even breathing and knew

she was peacefully asleep.

He felt compelled to touch her hair, as it laid spread across the white pillow. The

stark contrast made him smile, as he realized how attractive she was with her beautiful

auburn locks.

He wrapped his fingers in her curls, soaking in the silky texture and the clean

smell of lavender. She was irresistible. Was it the fact of her availability or was it

Felicity herself, who drew him to her side this night? He honestly didn't know. Maybe,

he simply didn't wish to be alone. She made him feel normal, something he was sure

he'd never been.

He knelt down beside the bed and brought a handful of hair to his nose, filling

his senses with her scent. She stirred, opened her eyes, looked at him with such

innocence. He felt almost guilty for waking her. Almost.

"Hello," she said, so sweetly it tugged at his heart. "Are you well?"

"Yes, dear, I am well. I am sorry to wake you."

She brought a hand to his whisker-stubbled face, gently rubbing her thumb over

his cheekbones and around his eyes.

"I'm glad you did. I've missed you."

He chuckled. "You just saw me a few hours ago at dinner."

"That was a few hours ago."

He leaned in to kiss her and was welcomed as though their relationship was

normal and sane. He'd never felt much of either. He hungered for her, his cock

threatening to burst through the placard holding it captive.

His tongue forged deeply into her mouth, encouraging hers to join in. Hers did,

and soon the kiss ignited the fires of passion.

"I want you," he said roughly as he removed his shirt and then the breeches. She

struggled with the voluminous nightrail, but he made short work of it as she lifted her

body to make it easier.

He covered her body with his, kissing her face, neck, and then came to settle on a

creamy, white breast. He suckled hard, ravenously nipping and licking. She responded

by arching her back. After giving each breast like treatment, which seemed to set

Felicity on an orgasmic journey in itself, he slid low on her body, until his chin nudged

her shaved mons.

"What are you doing?" she asked hazily.

"You shall see, my dear. Tell me if you like this." He licked her sensitive folds.

She reacted explosively to that simple touch. He marveled at her responsiveness.

"I will take that as a yes." He did it again as he slipped a finger inside her quim.

She was wet, drenched in fact. He removed the one finger and replaced it with two. As

he ate at her, he moved his hand in and out, which seemed to send her into another

world. She moaned and gasped, making him feel like the greatest of lovers.

"Oh, Phillip," she gasped, as he took her clitoris into his mouth, sucking deeply,

flicking with his tongue.

His hands were on her hips, his thumb rubbing her smooth, sleep-warmed skin.

She felt like heaven under his hands. Her orgasm shook her; she quaked beneath his

touch, endlessly, as he continued to tease long after her release.

He slid his hands down to her knees and lifted her legs up, widening them as he

did. He was hard as granite.

"Do you want this?" he asked her, as he teased her entrance with his cock.

"Yes." There was no hesitation, only reassurance.

"Tell me what you want."

"I want you inside me, Phillip, please."

He thrust his hips forward, until the head entered her and then he stopped.

Felicity groaned.

"I'm inside you, just as you asked."

"Please, Phillip." She attempted to inch closer, to rock her hips, anything to entice

him to action, but he was adamant in his torture.

"Tell me."

"I want you to take me hard."

Phillip felt as though his ears had not heard correctly. "You want me to take you

hard?"

"Yes, slam into me and keep slamming into me."

One hard, long thrust and he was inside her moist channel, her tiny muscles

encouraging movement, making it impossible to be still a moment longer.

"Is this what you want?" He thrust so hard, her body moved toward the huge

headboard.

"Oh, God, yes," she cried out.

His hips moved in long, deliberate strokes, each punctuated with a grunt, though

Phillip couldn't tell if it came from him or from her. She felt so unbelievably good, her

warmth wrapped around him. Her reactions were endearing and made him want to

give her his all.

He increased his rhythm, hearing her breathing become shallow as she gasped

for air. He leaned over her, taking his weight on his forearms. His mouth was near her

ear, his hips now driving into her with staccato thrusts.

"Let it go," he whispered. "Give me everything you have."

She began to pant, her eyes closed.

With fluid, determined strokes, Phillip brought them both into the abyss, all

flashes of light and color. His climax, a more subdued reaction, eclipsed by her shouts

of abandon, as though she could hold onto the feeling no longer, proclaiming the joy

aloud.

Their gasps for air, panting, involuntary jolts of orgasmic reaction characterized

the next few minutes, as they lay holding each other, lightly kissing and licking, coming

down from their mutual journey to the heavens.

He rolled off of her but kept her close, not wishing to break the connection quite

yet. This coupling was what he wanted it to be. It was uncomplicated yet intense. It

involved simply coming together and filling the needs that had gone for want of late.

He was contented.

His arms enveloped her. She rubbed and patted him. He could stay like this

forever if it would hold the demons at bay, but he knew it wouldn't, for his need would

rise soon, and he would find himself at the club, slamming into Haynes once more.

He shook his head to bring himself back to the present. He had more wrapped in

his arms at that moment than most men could dream of in their entire lifetimes. Indeed,

something was wrong with him if all he could think of was . . . .

He snuggled into Felicity's neck and soon fell asleep. Tomorrow was another

day. Tonight, he was where he wished to be.

Felicity didn't know what to think of Phillip's appearance in her chamber and his

apparent need to have her. It felt wonderful to be sure, but she sensed there was more

to this interlude, which had been so special, made her feel so wanted.

She'd thought to tell him of her newest acquisitions, but decided to set the stage

for it on another night. She wanted to plan ahead and make it special. If the use of the

phallus earned the complete attention of her husband, she was more than willing to do

so. She was anxious to experience the rapture Serenity and Desiree had told her about.

Her feelings for Phillip had grown since their wedding. She'd always admired

him across ballrooms and even saw him once at the theatre and was consumed with

envy when she saw a beautiful woman on his arm.

She was determined to garner his full attention and distract him from Haynes,

for she was sure it wasn't the man Phillip was interested in, not if what Serenity and

Desiree had told her held any validity at all.

She snuggled closer, if that was possible, and allowed her thoughts to drift into

nothingness, as sleep came upon her with an unexpected bonus—her husband slept

close by.

* * * * *

Phillip sensed the day had progressed into late morning as he opened his eyes to

see those of his wife boring into him. She had the most endearing smile, as though he

was all she wished for at that moment.

"Good morning, sleepyhead." She chirped. He'd always hated the early morning

birds outside his window, but somehow with her sing-songy tone, she sounded

pleasant and it cheered his heart.

"Good morning, yourself. Have you been awake long?"

"Just long enough to enjoy watching you sleep. You have the nicest little snore."

She laughed as she tapped his nose lightly with her finger.

"Oh, do I now? Well, I must tell you that you sound like a bellowing lion when