Regency Rogues Omnibus (14 page)

Drummond jerked his head to the side to gaze at Gabriella. She was completely not listening to him, he could see, as his mind jolted over the reason his new bride had swindled him into this helpless position. Ye gads, the woman intended to swat his naked...

Instantly, Drummond’s bare buttocks tensed in reaction as he swiveled his head to watch Gabriella searching the room for a... Quirt? Drummond flexed his bound wrists, testing them. No, he was tied securely, just as he had allowed himself to be. Champagne! He had drunk an entire bottle with Gabriella at their wedding dinner — shit!

“Kitten? Hm, are you going to spank me?” Drummond asked in a rumbling tenor. A man needed to keep his voice commanding in a situation such as this. Didn’t he? Hell, he didn’t know. He flexed his wrists again.

“Yes, amour,” Gabriella called with a muffled sound, because she was rummaging through his clothing closet. “And, do you know, Drummond?” Her head popped out of the closet. “I feel syrupy all over just thinking about it. Is that how you feel when you contemplate spanking me?”

I am doomed
, Drummond thought as he dropped his nose, poof, onto the mattress, where he mumbled an incoherent response.

“I thought so,” Gabriella called happily from inside the clothing closet, where he could hear her rummaging around and where, devil take him, he knew of three . . . count them, three riding quirts to be had! Drummond began to pray foolishly that she would pick the short brown one, because it looked much less threatening to him than the others. Didn’t it?

Then, Drummond started to think over the two times in the months before their marriage this afternoon, when he had playfully spanked his lady-light. However, it was that first time, the one in the very beginning that really worried him. He bounced his forehead off the mattress a couple of times, vowing never — never, to drink champagne again, even if it was with his beautiful and blushing bride...

“Found it.”

Drummond’s head jerked upward. Ah, Christ, it was the long black one! He watched Gabriella sauntering closer with a vexing hip swinging motion that was all woman. It did not help one bit that she was completely nude down to her shaven pussy with his glossy passion pearl bouncing off her luscious pink pussy lips. And damnation, Gabriella was fondling the black knobbed riding crop as if it were an impassioned cock! Drummond tensed more from his erectile cock beneath him, than from anything else. Christ, she was beautiful . . . and he recited in his mind, she was his, all his!

Gabriella wondered whether she really ought to complete the actual spanking of her husband’s very tight and virile buttocks. He was so exciting tied there to the bed with the roped muscles of his back drawn upward by his arms stretched over his head and with his gaze trapping hers with predatory intent. A gaze that promised retribution once she released him. Gabriella sighed headily . . . sensually as she toyed with the riding quirt, watching Drummond very slowly and very deliberately lick his full bottom lip, while he gazed at her completely shaved loins.

“You are going to reap your revenge on me if I do this, amour, aren’t you?”

“Hm,” Drummond murmured. Then, he twisted his arms across each other, allowing him to roll over onto his back. “I was, kitten. However-.”

“However, what amour?” she purred, completely transfixed as the quirt fell heedless to the floor and her gaze filled with the sight of Drummond’s engorged erection. His cock was massive with a ruddy pink coloring and strident veins swelled along its jutting length. The entire male column bucked in reaction to her climbing up on the bed.

“I have resolved, madame, that I am yours to do with as you please. Just as you are mine to do the same,” he replied as he intently watched her tongue dart outward to lick his nipple, then circle it slowly.

Gabriella felt Drummond shiver beneath her tongue as she smiled and murmured against the tight pebble. “Very brave for a man tied by his wrists to my bed.”

“Our bed,” Drummond puffed in a tenor rumble as Gabriella nipped his taut nipple between her teeth. Her hands spread outward over the hilly muscular slopes of his chest and he finally groaned in excited pleasure.

“Our bed,” she murmured in agreement, crawling over him with one leg on each side, to ride her bared loins against his lean rippling belly. The sprinkling of hair on his stomach feathered her sex erotically as she purred a moan, rising upward to brace her hands on the mountains of his breastplate. She could feel his cock’s rigidness, poking along the crease of her behind.

Drummond felt his eyes dilate in sexual hunger as he lifted his head. “Give me your nipple, Gabriella. Let me suckle you.”

“Oh, Drummond,” Gabriella sighed throatily as she fell slightly forward with her hands supported on the mattress above his shoulders. Her back was arched, thrusting her exuberant pink and cream breasts at him. She undulated her sexy and dewy-hot pussy over his navel, while he took her fragile, yet stiff nipple between his lips with a longing groan of his own.

“Amour-Amour,” she cried in reaction to the toying pluck he repeated over the tight swollen peak.

“More,” he demanded, sucking the entire pink areola between his heated lips.

“Oh, my amour,” Gabriella purred gustily, as she sinuously rode his belly, while he devoured her pillowed breasts back and forth, one by one, until she was crying passionate cants deep in her throat.

He was hot. No, more correctly he was wild. The fact that he was tied was heating him in some unfathomable way and he stretched his wrists often to feel the bonds holding them as he made love to his wife’s breasts. And when his lady-love pulled her breasts away from his mouth and began to kiss and sensuously lick his body, he quivered.

Drummond was entirely defenseless against whatever Gabriella wished to do to him and it heightened his arousal. He was helpless against the moans of pleasure escaping him as Gabriella licked and nibbled hot love bites all around his belly, the top of his thighs, and even made him turn, more onto his side so she could munch great big kisses and bites all over his butt. He was bucking forward by the time she finished this and his body was shuddering in excitement, but still he managed to barely hold himself back from begging her to take his cock into her mouth.

Drummond watched Gabriella’s heavy-lidded gaze linger over his straining cock from where she knelt between his thighs as his gaze burned hers with sexual fever. Slowly . . . so slowly she dipped her tongue forward lapping the head of his cock and making him groan feverishly as his head fell backward and he thrust his hips forward. The motion embedded his thick engorged cock deep into her mouth and he could feel himself pulsing against her tongue.

Drummond shivered with the intense will to hold back his release as his precious wife had her way with his cock. She suckled the entire length, until he was arched like a bow and left panting in pure ecstasy. When she finally lifted her rosy swollen lips from the head, he was quaking.

“Turn on your side, amour,” Gabriella ordered huskily. And he did, a willing slave to anything she desired. “More,” she commanded as she lay down beside him with her spine pressed along his chest and her bottom snuggling closer to his groin. “Don’t move,” she warned, and Drummond was held suspended as she bent her upper body in an L from his chest. He felt her creamy hot vagina sucking at the head of his cock as she pressed backward and took his shaft inside her to the hilt of his rigid swollen length.

“Oh, amour,” she squealed in happiness and intense frictional pleasure Drummond imagined, because he was holding back his own incredible squeal. “Don’t move, my amour,” she warned again breathlessly.

God, he wanted to. Drummond wanted to pump so badly that he was sweating with the effort to remain still to his lady-loves command. But heaven was his wife, because she began to undulate back and forth against him in a fantastical rhythm.

“Oh, God, Gabriella!” Drummond belly-roared in blinding ecstasy.

“Again!” Gabriella, his love, his wife— his lady compelled, commanded breathlessly.

“Oh, God,” Drummond groaned.

“Carpe diem, amour!”

The End

My Lady Enslaved

By Shirl Anders

Prologue

Drummond Penhurst, Duke of Kittridge, relaxed in the lavishly furnished gaming salon of his country manor as he regarded the five gentlemen seated around the table. The game was Monte and these five men, chiefly including himself, compromised one of England’s most successful spying circuits in the last forty years. The fact that he had been administer of this notable spying venture, brought him satisfaction. The fact that it no longer existed with Napoleon’s demise, brought him a feeling of restlessness that he had seldom before encountered.

Their illustrious code name had been Hellagon. Regardless, they had been called surreptitiously as the Queen’s Archangels by the clandestine people in the offices at 13 Whipple Street. The pretentious naming had adhered and until the last throes of Napoleon’s demise one need only mention the Archangels on French soil to obtain a pale and fearful reaction.
Yes,
Drummond considered pragmatically, he had done his job skillfully and even exceedingly artful at times, managing over the years to deliver them through alive. Barely.

His gaze flicked casually to Harrison, the reclusive Earl of Ravenscar and the only man present who was near to his own middle age. Together, he and Harrison had operated in the macabre world of espionage for more than eight years. His gaze followed the movement of Harrison’s leather gloved hands dealing the next round. Harrison’s hands were perpetually gloved now, hiding the acid burns from their last spying operation gone awry, just as Harrison’s voice was now a permanent rasp from those same acid fumes.

Damnation,
Drummond cursed silently. He’d nearly lost Harrison in that last fateful debacle. He still questioned seriously who had betrayed their team. Who was it that nearly cost Harrison his life, had cost Radford, Duke of Sutherlin an eye and Brynmore, Baron of Duneagan the hearing in one ear?

He felt every day since that time that he had better find the traitor before Harrison did. Harrison was set for his own style of dark vengeance and it was nearly as if Harrison knew who the betrayer was. Nevertheless it was unlike Harrison not to confide in him, he reflected, if he did indeed know. And all of this coming to pass well over a year before, so now it seemed to him like so much muddied water beneath the proverbial bridge.

Chapter One

Chloe hurried down the rain soaked cobblestoned street on London’s notorious westside. She knew that she should not be in this crime trodden area of London. Especially at night . . . alone! Only what choice did she have? What choices had she ever had where her twin sister Lia was concerned?
Sacred Buddha help her
, she knew that she should not, but she did, damn Lia’s evil heart to the devil. Especially this time for using her little baby, Sebastian, against her.

She must . . .
must
get Sebastian back, Chloe thought, fighting tears of anguish over her son’s fate at the hands of her sister. Only it was also fear now because someone was following her and she was not even close to the assigned drop off place where she was supposed to meet her contact. Anxiously, she checked the small package hidden in the inside pocket of her cloak. The package Lia had forced her to take.

Chloe had no idea what the package contained. She never wanted to know. She never wanted to know what price she was paying to get her son back from her own sister! How could Lia be her true sister, she agonized, for the thousandth time in her short life?

Chloe turned a sharp right corner. Immediately, she stopped and hugged the wall with her back pressed to some unknown building on the corner of the alley she stood in. The dogging footsteps had stopped also and she nearly wished that she could hear them again it was so ominous. She was praying that they would pass her by, not really even following her. But now? She looked down the obscure darkness of the alley which held a sickening sweet smell of rotting garbage. What should she do? She could hardly make herself go down the alley. She did not want to go down there.

Tap . . . tap . . . Tap. Tap. Tap.
Buddha save her
, it was the footsteps again! Chloe held her breath hugging the wall.

“You will
not
get away from me this time!” a harsh voice rasped out of the rainy obscure darkness.

Chloe screamed and her cry of terror was cut short by a damp leather-gloved hand clamped harshly over her mouth. In that same second she was jerked away from the wall to collide with a tall immovable shape. She was too terror-stricken to struggle, yet it would have been impossible because the man had a muscular arm clamped around her waist from behind.

“Fate, my little bitch, Lia. Never underestimate fate,” the man hissed in a sinister and gravelly voice.

“
N-n-n!”
Chloe garbled in a scream beneath the relentlessness of the gloved hand covering her mouth.

She was bodily dragged, stumbling in front of the man, toward the sound of an approaching horse and carriage. Her mind was stricken with the fact that this man thought she was Lia. Better he left her raped in the alley, she thought hysterically, than believe she was Lia!