Page 7 of My Lord, Lady, and Gentleman

The other man’s eyes flared. “I see. Well.”

Bracing himself, he waited for the inevitable scorn. “Well?”

“Well, you must make amends. At once.”

Shocked, Joseph’s heart thudded in his chest. “Beg pardon?”

“You heard me. To get the sketches I need for her portrait, your wife must know the bliss and languor of an orgasm. And there is no time like the present, when she’s lying here naked, and I can offer a little instruction. What do you think, my lady? Should Lord Fenton get on his knees and learn how to suck your clitoris until you come?”

His wife gasped, but her nipples visibly hardened as she squirmed on the daybed, her thighs pressing together. “I…ah…”

“Answer me, Susanna,” said Irving firmly.

Christ. The excitement on Susanna’s beautiful face…he needed to do this, despite his depraved past. An orgasm was the very least he owed her. And today he had the chance to learn from an expert who was matter-of-fact rather than judgmental…such an opportunity would never arise again.

On his feet before she even whispered ‘yes’, Joseph crossed the room and knelt at the foot of the daybed, which was a little low. But more than that, he wanted Irving close. Needed his calm guidance for a task that should have been mastered so long ago. Turning to the other man, the words fell helplessly from his lips: “Would you assist me by holding Susanna on your lap?”

“If you wish,” said Irving gruffly.

“Please,” murmured Susanna, making room for the artist on the daybed.

Soon she sat perched on the other man’s lap, her head resting on his shoulder, her thighs spread wide by his, held steady by his hands at her waist, and her quim in perfect position to be licked.

“Your wife is ready for you to begin, my lord.”

“I think perhaps in this room, you should call me Joseph,” he said softly.

The artist smiled. “Then I am Clayton. Begin, Joseph. Touch her. Show me what you know.”

Joseph sucked in a harsh breath to calm his nerves, even as his cock throbbed. They were actually doing this scandalous thing. Then he leaned down and kissed a path along Susanna’s inner thigh until he reached the crisp curls shielding her center. Parting them with two fingers, he stared reverently at her sweet pink flesh before slowly, tentatively stroking her labia and nudging her clitoris with his thumbs.

“Yes, that’s it. Good,” said Clayton. “Always gentle to start. Ladies are sensitive there. Now, Susanna, I want you to help him.”

“H-how?” she replied, trembling a little.

“Cup his head and guide his mouth. You know where it feels best, which side and how hard or soft. He needs to learn what you like. Isn’t that right, Joseph? You want to be instructed by your wife?”

How did he know?

“I do,” he said thickly. “Show me, my lady.”

Cool, slender fingers rested on his head, and for a moment he indulged a fantasy where she forced him to submit, grinding her quim against his face as though his mouth and chin were her personal pleasure toys. Instead, he did his best to follow her whispered words and mild nudges as he kissed her clitoris and licked delicately at her petal-soft folds.

Until he was yanked away by the hair.

A jolt of lust coursed through him at the rough action and Joseph moaned as his cock jerked in the confines of his trousers. But it wasn’t Susanna who had disciplined him.

“This won’t do at all,” Clayton said harshly. “Your wife wants to come. She needs to come. Do you think that will happen with some kisses and light laps? Or do you think she deserves her clitoris sucked hard, and your tongue deep in that hot little cunt?”

Susanna whimpered, and pearly moisture bathed his fingertips.

His innocent wife liked raw, explicit talk?

Reeling at the revelation, Joseph somehow managed to nod. “Yes. She deserves that.”

“Then command him, Susanna,” said Clayton, resting his cheek against hers, his thumbs stroking her belly. “At once, and most plainly.”

She shifted restlessly, her nipples rock-hard and her quim glistening. “I want…I want your tongue inside me, Joseph. In and out. Like, um…a cock.”