CHOCOLATE, TEA AND THE DUCHESS (18 page)

eased his mind. Alex had quite a sense of humor, which kept Felicity laughing at his

jests and innuendos.

No one ate with any real interest in the food and when finished, Phillip rang for

the servants to remove the remnants. They repaired to the settee and chairs, where

more wine was consumed and the frank discussion began.

Having negotiated with heads of state, Phillip knew he must take the lead. With

enough wine to give him courage, he began.

"Alex, I have discussed our growing relationship with my wife. She has always

been gracious in her approval."

"For that, Felicity, I am most grateful," Alex said, raising his glass in

acknowledgment.

"I wish my husband to be happy."

Phillip smiled at his wife and continued. "I wish to propose a relationship

between the three of us."

"Is the lady amenable to what you are proposing?"

"Ask me yourself, Alex." Felicity's voice was light; she seemed relaxed.

With a slight blush upon his darkly handsome face, he rephrased his question.

"Are you amenable to what it is your husband is proposing?"

"I am indeed," she said confidently and without hesitation.

Phillip was taken aback. He closed his eyes briefly, measuring his good fortune

at having fallen victim to that one act of Felicity's impetuosity. When he opened his

eyes, he saw her beaming face looking at him with more adoration that he surely

deserved.

After clearing his throat to insure his voice had strength, Phillip said, "Alex,

please express your feelings, lest we get ahead of ourselves."

Alex crossed his long legs, one over the other, assuming a very relaxed posture.

"May I be frank, my friends?"

"Positively," Felicity said.

"I find you both beyond attractive, and my heart is filled with anticipation of the

glorious times we might share."

It was Felicity's turn to blush and to ask questions.

"How do you see the relationship between you and me playing out?"

"I believe that will be up to you and your husband." Alex and Felicity looked at

Phillip.

"I will leave that up to my wife, for she seems to have a firm grasp on what is

being proposed here."

Felicity turned to Alex. "Would you mind stepping out into the hallway for a

moment?"

"Of course not."

He rose and left the room. Phillip turned to Felicity questioningly.

"Is something amiss?"

"Not at all. I feel we should settle this so we might enjoy the evening. I like him

very much." Her gaze fell to his crotch. "I dare say, you have developed quite a tendre

for him as well." She leaned over and touched him. "I wish to see you put this to good

use, my darling. Would do that for me?"

She rubbed her hand over his erection.

"How do you wish to see it used?"

"So that I can
see
it being used." Her smile grabbed his heart. "Tonight, I wish to

have one of my
own
fantasies fulfilled and that would be to have you make love to Alex

as I watch. I am not inclined to join, though I would appreciate your services when we

get home."

"You amaze me, my darling."

"Please ask Alex to return."

Phillip sensed something more from Felicity. She removed herself to a chair

situated in a corner. It didn't take long before he found out, much to his delight, exactly

what she had planned.

Just before the door opened and Alex was readmitted, she told Phillip, "Pretend

as though I'm not here."

Alex walked in and surprised Felicity when he immediately kissed Phillip. She

saw her husband respond and saw how very important Alex had become to him. The

kiss was different than any she'd shared with him. It was more primal, animalistic.

She'd never seen two more masculine men in her life, making her wonder who

was the more dominate of the two and was it necessary that either one be? They were

both men who were confident in themselves, with nothing to prove to anyone, least of

all, to each other.

Since she had made her request to observe, she decided to take the lead.

"Alex, I have asked my husband to make love to you while I watch. I assume this

would be a part of our proposed arrangement, would it not?

"Yes, I believe it would."

"In that case, I wish to see your body, all of it."

The man had a natural smile that made her quim tingle. He looked straight at

her, as though he'd known her for years. "My dear Felicity, it will be my pleasure."

"Phillip, I would have you undress him."

Phillip smiled and nodded, then reached for Alex's pale gray cravat. Felicity

stifled a laugh, thinking that Phillip had rarely removed his own cravat, and now, she

was asking he play valet to another man.

With the removal of Alex's coat and waistcoat, she began to see a picture forming

of what she suspected was a well-toned male body. She'd only seen Phillip's, which was

beyond impressive, and now, she was being treated to the sight of yet another gorgeous

man, who seemed quite willing to dance to her whims.

Alex removed his boots and stockings after which Phillip unbuttoned the fall of

his breeches. Felicity's heart rammed against her chest when his cock was revealed.

Phillip knelt and dragged the black linen garment over Alex's narrow hips and bottom,

which was inconveniently hidden from her view.

Her eyes widened as Phillip stayed on his knees and began licking Alex's cock.

Alex stood with his legs parted just so, his hands riffling through Phillip's hair. Phillip's

eyes were closed, his mouth covering the head of Alex's enormous erection.

Enraptured, Felicity stared, awestruck at the beauty of the sight before her.

The contrast between Phillip's fully clothed body and Alex's glorious nakedness

excited her, to say the least. Her body reacted fiercely. Her bodice grew tighter and the

ache between her legs made watching difficult.

Now that she'd gotten things started, she determined to allow the two men to

handle the progression on their own, and she wasn't in the least bit disappointed in her

decision.

Phillip glanced up as Alex closed his eyes. He continued to suck and lick Alex's

cock. He'd grown to enjoy giving and receiving fellatio since meeting Alex, another

acknowledgement of his own acceptance of who he truly was.

With gentle hands, Alex drew Phillip to standing, kissing the duke's mouth with

his tongue.

"Do you taste yourself on my lips?" Phillip asked, as Alex pulled Phillip's head in

closer.

"Oh, yes, and once you get out of these cumbersome clothes; I shall taste
you
on

mine."

In between kisses, Phillip was divested of his clothing. Alex looked at the duke's

body, his eyes heavy lidded. "Beautiful," he murmured, as he began touching, running

his hands down Phillip's arms, his torso. He flicked his long fingers over Phillip's

nipples. Phillip's breath caught. Alex leaned in to kiss Phillip's throat, his neck, his

cheek, licking, then blowing his warm breath over the moistened skin, sending Phillip

into his mind, as he had nothing to compare this to.

Sliding his hands down Phillip's body, Alex kissed lower, gliding his tongue

over the flat plane of Phillip's belly as he covered Phillip's ass with his hands, kneading,

holding, possessing.

Alex knelt, his tongue lashing against Phillip's cock, as his hands cradled Phillip's

ballocks, rubbing his inner thighs. Phillip couldn't keep his head from lolling back in

ecstasy at the other man's touch. The sensations assaulting all senses, equilibrium

failing, heart racing, logic and reason lost.

"You have a magnificent cock, Your Grace," Alex said, as his expert tongue

treated the sensitive underside.

"And you possess a magnificent tongue, my lord." Phillip moaned audibly,

feeling mindless need welling up, tense, but relaxed, wanting, yet wishing this to never

end. His fists clutched and unclutched Alex's hair, desire and lust burning through his

body.

Alex nibbled, startling Phillip from his misty world. "I fear, Your Grace, I should

be punished for such impertinence."

"How do you see this punishment taking place?"

"You are the aggrieved party, sir, you should have the retribution you deem

appropriate."

Punishment always thrilled Phillip. Even now, when he could have easily fucked

Alex, and enjoyed doing so, he found the thought of spanking him as exciting as any

other.

Easily falling into the role of punisher, Phillip said, "Yes, I fear you have violated

the rules of aggression. Go to the armoire and bring back the strap."

Alex smiled, walked to the armoire, and removed a leather strap. He slapped it

against his naked leg, the sound seeming to echo in the room.

He brought it back to Phillip, handing it over with a flourish. Phillip nodded,

trying to maintain a stern face.

"I believe a few lashes with this will show you your proper place."

"I believe, sir, you are quite right." Alex's eyes were dark, mysterious, his voice

flirtatious, daring.

"Bend over the Biedermeier."

Chapter Eighteen

The beautifully crafted Biedermeier settee, with its thickly padded rolled arms,

was the perfect piece of furniture for what Phillip had in mind. Lucien Damrill had had

the pieces made in Germany and shipped to England, equipping the club with several

dozen. They'd proved ideal for spankings and lovemaking.

Alex chose the higher of the two rolled arms to drape his luscious body over.

Phillip kicked his legs wide apart and reached down to fondle Alex's stones. They were

warm to his touch and tightened slightly under his ministrations. He rubbed his fingers

over the base of Alex's cock, eliciting a groan from the man who was now so very

vulnerable.

The leather strap cracked over Alex's buttocks, followed by an "Oh, yes," that

rang a peal in the room. The sound of both skittered through Phillip's body, prompting

the second strike.

"Harder." Alex cried, in what sounded to Phillip as frustration.

The next three were as hard as Phillip dared deliver. "You've been punished

enough, Alex." Phillip couldn't bear to inflict any more pain on his man.

Alex did as he was instructed. "Not nearly enough, but there will be other times."

"Indeed there will." Phillip rubbed Alex's ass, reveling in the warmth he'd

created.

Alex in turn roughly slapped Phillip's ass, bringing a smile to his face. He'd

almost thought to forego the thrashing he'd craved all day, but now realized he could

not. He handed the leather strap to Alex and bent over the settee arm.

"Don't give me a measly five."

Alex went to work, his lashes hard and stinging. Alex had no compunction about

making the strikes hard and blistering. The sting and burn overwhelmed Phillip's

senses, drawing his complete attention. He thought of nothing other than the next

strike, the intoxicating sound of the strap as it impacted his body. There was nothing

akin to it. He'd always want it.

Phillip's cock was rampant, aching, throbbing with need. The pain was

stimulating, filling his mind with depravity to be played out upon Alex's body. He

received the full twenty lashes, relishing each one. Though he usually hated for the

thrashing to end; now, something even more exciting waited for him.

As Alex backed away, allowing Phillip to stand, Phillip murmured, "Go over to

the bed."

The two men walked to the bed. Alex waited, not sure what Phillip wished him

to do. "Lie down on your back with your ass on the edge of the bed. Bring your knees

up." Phillip retrieved the bottle of oil he kept in the drawer nearby.

Phillip rubbed oil onto his cock and turned to face Alex, who was smiling an

unbelievably seductive smile.

As he applied oil to Alex's anus, in a voice barely audible, Alex said, "Fuck my

ass, Phillip."

"With an invitation like that, how can I refuse?"

Phillip stepped closer, placed the man's legs on his own shoulders and steadily

pushed himself into Alex's opening. Alex's loud, needy groans prompted Phillip

forward, finally pounding into him, as Alex grasped the counterpane and shouted.

"Harder."

"Is this what you want," Phillip asked, as he mercilessly ground into him, over

and over again, long, slamming thrusts, his powerful hips beating against Alex's groin.

Phillip had never fucked like this, as though he were going to come through the other

side of Alex's body. He'd never seen the other man's face as he fucked him, and he'd

never felt as though he couldn't get close enough.

Alex's hand held his own cock, as he tried to keep a steady rhythm. Phillip made

it next to impossible.

"God, Alex, you are so fucking tight." His cock was surrounded by warmth and

tight muscles, which made prolonging this pleasurable experience near to impossible.

In a crescendo of low-timbered groans, they came together, Phillip pounding into

Alex and Alex pumping his own cock with abandon. Sweat poured from them both,

their ragged breathing loud in the room. Phillip savored several long moments of

continued closeness, before he pulled away and collapsed on the bed next to the man

he'd just ravaged.

Eyes closed and breathing heavily, the two men found each other's arms. Felicity