Regency Romance Omnibus 2018: Dominate Dukes & Tenacious Women

This time, when she pulled off, I very near sank my fingers into that rich raven colored hair of hers to pull her back. But I saw she was tugging at the cords that fastened the neck of her night dress, and once she had them loose, she pulled the top of her dress lower down and let out her left breast.

Until that moment, I had never had any reason to look at another woman’s breast properly, not even my own. And now in the presence of one, I realized how much I wanted to kiss it, to let my tongue trace the borders of her bold black areola and to suck that engorged nipple into my mouth. I squeezed my legs tighter in response. But mi lady wasn’t done.

She scooped some milk out of the cup I had brought her, using her fingers, and smeared it all over her nipple and areola. She did this twice, then she reached out to me.

“Come,” mi lady said.

I crawled over the folds of bed sheets like a baby to her.

“Good girl,” she said as she took my face softly in her arms and kissed me. It was a light kiss; tender, loving, and quickly done. Then she pushed me lower down until I was level with her tit. I did not need further urgings to take her into my mouth.

“Mmmm,” she moaned. “Like that, child. Just like that.”

I did not know how best to go about it, I just let my body be my guide as I licked the milk off her areola and sucked at her nipple. I realized she gasped a little when my tongue grazed her nipple, and gave it another lick.

“Right there, Eleanor. Right there.”

I was still sucking at her tit when I felt her reaching into my dress for my own tits. I felt my body fold into itself. I had never trusted anyone with my body that far, and some part of me still realized that this was a woman and for some reason, all of this was unnatural. Still, I wouldn’t pull away from her breast.

“Gently now, child,” she said to me, cooing like I really was her baby. “Let me show you true pleasure.”

I was not yet fully sure that I should be letting her take possession of my body in that way, yet there was something in her voice, so much promise it held. I opened to her like a flower, even my thighs fell open.

My body was one exposed mass of nerves when her hand closed around my right breast for a mild squeeze. And when her thumb glided over my nipple, I was certain that nothing else in the world existed, apart from that minute part of my body upon which it seemed all the pleasure in the world had come to settle. My only reaction was to draw her nipple harder into my mouth, except this time it came through my teeth.

“You like that, I see,” she said through her teeth, as she stroked my

nipple again and again. She was referring to my hips which had settled into a humping dance of theirown.

I groaned when she took her hand away from my breast.

"Shush!" She said as she reached over for the cup of milk. I watched as she brought it up to her and poured milk all over her breast. My mouth went wide open to catch as much of the cascading flood as I could, but I ended up with much of my face getting bathed in milk, just like the most of her breast which I rose a little higher to lick and suck.

She raised my chin up for a kiss and I claimed her lips for myself, losing myself in this feeling I had only dreamt of but had not expected would be coming from a woman. This feeling went up several notches higher when I felt her pulling the helm of my dress up. She was reaching for it, fishing—she was going to touch me there. My body went on fire.

This was dirty, unholy, sinful, I thought to myself as the tip of her fingers grazed the top of my thighs and circled my pelvis. Yet I could not help melting further into her. This was much more intense than the way I felt when I raised my dress up for Henry to have a glance. Up till that moment, Henry was the only person who had looked at me there, and yet here she was about to—

"Mi Lady," I said, trying to pull myself up and away from her. Things had gone too far.

"Mi Lady, please I can't, let's not—"I said, struggling and finding myself trapped by the folds of clothes and beddings around me, and Mi lady, she was strong. She held me down on the bed as she rose over me.

"What is the matter, Eleanor? You do not want to be taken care of?" She asked.

She pulled her night dress over and off her in one quick sweep and dumped it on me, trapping me in more softness that smelled of her—roses and light sweat.

She was totally naked before me, and deeply set in the alarm that had risen in my throat and was fitting to choke me was the knowledge that this was the most beautiful woman in the whole world. I could not possibly do this with her, she was too perfect for me, I was much too below her station. But she was having none of that as she threw herself on me and began to kiss me again.

Her lips were hard in claiming mine this time and her body was supple, writhing against me, drawing me further in like the serpent of Eden and even in my half breathed protestations, my hands wanted to grab her and hold her and feel the softness of her as well as the silky sponginess of her bush. But if that wasn't hell enough, she pushed her leg in between my thighs and pushed harder against my cunt with her knee. I lost all control of my faculties as my legs clamped up on that leg of hers and I began to hump against her knee, letting my crotch ride up and down and push harder into it, generating a heat in my cunt that I felt would destroy the world in one gigantic ball of fireworks were it to get any bigger. Still I humped that leg, reaching for more.

What was mi lady doing to me? All I had come to do was deliver dinner, what had she turned me into in such little time?

The relief I should have felt was not to be had when she pulled up, off me. I wanted more of her. Where was she going? My heartbeat sped up when I realized where she was going. She was going to look at me.

"Mi Lady," I said, struggling to pull myself up as she slid lower.

"Mi Lady, we shouldn't do this," I said as she took hold of my thighs and spread them open, yet I fear they fell apart all too easily. I was wet enough to drown a hippopotamus, and when my thighs fell open, my nether lips did too with a wet sound that was so loud I swore I heard it. I could smell my own excitement in the very air itself. And when mi lady's mouth closed up on my cunt I must have died.

All I know is that the room swarm around in my head and everything went black. When I came to, mi lady was still eating me out. The entirety of me was so sensitive I felt the very bumps of her taste buds as they ran up and down the entry of my cunt and against my cunt knob.