Lady Alexandra's Lover (Sex and the Season 3)

“Fair question. I want to know because your mother, you, and your sister are part of my life now. I care about all of you.”

“What does it matter, though? The man is dead, thank God. It’s not like you can call him out.”

“No. But my father cares very deeply for your mother. He’s in love with her. He told me your father was abusive, and that it makes him sick inside to think of it. He wants to make it up to her and give her the life she deserves.”

“He seems to be doing that just fine, so why all the questions?”

He paused a moment and stroked the light night beard on his jawline. “Not your turn, Alexandra.” He gazed at her, his brown eyes ablaze, as if he could see her innermost thoughts. “No man should ever strike a woman. Any man who does is nothing but a bully and a coward.”

“Frankly, I couldn’t agree more.” That was the truth of it. “Your question, please?”

He reached forward and lightly brushed his fingers over hers. “Did your father ever strike you?”

Confessions of Lady Prudence

by Madame O

Dearest Amelia,

I’ve had my second art lesson with Monsieur Christophe Bertrand, and it was even more engaging than the first. If you’re looking to dabble in something new, might I suggest art? Perhaps there are instructors as fascinating as Christophe in the Americas. I hope so, for your sake, my dear.

My pussy is still hammering as I write this, only an hour past my lesson. Today we worked on charcoal drawing, and he gave me the most fascinating subject—his cock!

It is a work of art, dear Amelia, long and thick and perfectly marbled with two violet veins meandering around it and springing from a bush of onyx curls. He was erect when he produced it, and I couldn’t help myself. I dropped to my knees and licked the tip. The salty drop of liquid tantalized my tongue, and I so longed to take his entire length to the back of my throat.

He pulled me to my feet, however. “My lady, as much as I would love your ruby lips around my member, we must first have our lesson. I promise you may suck my cock to your heart’s content after we finish.”

He wanted me, Amelia. I could see it in his lovely dark eyes. But he is a gentleman of honor, and he must first do what he is being paid by Auntie Bea for—teach me art.

I drew several charcoal drawings of his beautiful shaft. When our hour was complete, he pushed me back down to my knees.

“And now, my lady, you may suck my cock.”

My lips were on him in a flash, and I slid my tongue up and down his thick member. He plunged into my mouth, and soon my quim began throbbing in time with his thrusts. If only I had disrobed beforehand! How I wanted that thick cock inside me.

“Sir,” I gasped, letting his cock fall from my mouth, “I must have your cock in my cunt. Please!”

“You got yours last time, my lady,” said he. “Today I want that lovely mouth around me.”

How could I say no? He had given me such pleasure during our previous engagement. I continued my assault on him, laving the underside of his swollen cock and kissing and licking the knobby head before I took him deeply once more.

“My lady,” he said, breathless, “I fear I’m going to come!”

I nodded, unable to speak with my lips around his thickness. He plunged and grasped the sides of my head, spurting his cream into the back of my throat. I feared I might gag, but held strong, and when he withdrew, I smiled.

He pulled me to my feet and kissed me thoroughly, and Amelia, as our tongues mingled together and I tasted his essence, I could no longer bear it. My quim ached for his tongue, his fingers, his cock…but I was still fully clothed! I couldn’t even reach between my legs to sooth my ache.

Christophe finally broke the kiss, and I took a much-needed breath.

“That was wonderful.” He smiled. “And now, my lady, you shall have your reward.”

Chapter 4

Though Evan’s light touch made her nerves sizzle, Ally drew her hand away. “Show me whatever you have under your toga, then. I’ll not answer your question.”

“I’m sorry,” he said softly.

“Sorry about what? About what you’ve got under your toga? I doubt that’s anything to be sorry about.”