Page 62 of The Best Marquess

“I have been ready to see it for some time,” Pippa replied archly as they walked down the wooden stairs to the cellar.

She’d expected the space to be rather dark and confined, but it was surprisingly spacious with four large rectangular windows near the ceiling that looked out into Golden Square, and plenty of candlesticks to be lit. As soon as she entered the inventing room, the chaotic layout and eclectic collection of furniture, plus piles of boxes, documents, and random items, positively bellowed that the space belonged to Finn. Yet knowing that it was exclusively his made what she was about to try even easier. No one would disturb them down here. She could be as wicked as she wished.

One velvet tray caught her eye, and she wandered over to peruse five rows of different-sized nipple clamps. Some were studded with pearls, others with paste gems, but Pippa particularly approved of the clamps set with diamonds. If you were going to clamp, clamp in style. Although in saying that, the creamy pearl studded ones had a certain air of innocence that seemed appropriate for a beginner. And they looked the right size.

“Those ones,” said Pippa. “Pearls, if you please.”

“Good choice. Now, let’s get you out of this hideous mourning gown,” said Finn. “If you stay under the windows, no one can see anything from the street. I mean, they’d have to stoop anyway. And peer through the iron banister. So, no danger of being observed.”

When she was ready, Finn cupped her breasts, rubbing his thumbs across her nipples then pinching them in preparation. Pure excitement coiled in her stomach, and she arched her back, wanting to feel the accessory that she’d only ever read about.

“Do it,” Pippa whispered.

Slowly, carefully, Finn affixed the first clamp to her left nipple. The bite of pain took her breath away and she silently debated ripping it off. But eventually it settled to a dull, throbbing ache, a sensation nearly mirrored between her legs, and she moaned.

“You like that? Not too much?”

“Do the other one.”

For some unknown reason the second clamp hurt more than the first, forcing her to breathe deeply while she waited for it to ease. All the while her clitoris pulsed unmercifully, and she clasped her hands together lest she ruin the game and touch herself.

“How is that, Pippet?” asked Finn, watching her intently. In truth, knowing he cared so much about her comfort and pleasure only made her need grow hotter and brighter.

“G-good,” she managed. “May I have the other toy now?”

“I need to prepare you with some oil first. Go and kneel on the edge of my chair and hold onto the back for support.”

Wickedness. Pure wickedness.

Here she was, a fledgling marchioness kneeling naked on a padded armchair in a cellar, with pearl-studded clamps pinching her nipples and her husband gently, so, so gently, pushing one oil-slick finger into her back entrance.

Making her tremble. Making her burn.

And she loved it.

“Deeper, Finn,” she said throatily. “I want more.”

A growl rumbled in his chest. “I’ll give you what you need.”

Pippa uttered a soft cry when he added a second finger to her tight hole, the stretch and thrust dancing on that heady line between pleasure and pain. But when his other hand slid over her hip to cup her mound, she began to pant, her hips circling in a desperate effort to get direct pressure on her clitoris. One touch. Just one, and she would explode in a violent starburst of an orgasm. “Please,” she begged. “Please let me come.”

Finn took his hands away and she nearly wept at the loss. However, he then walked over to a bench, picked up a hand-sized object, then returned to show her. “I think you’re ready for the toy. Here is my latest pride and joy.”

Her jaw dropped. Two leather dildos, one about five inches long and the width of three fingers, the other about half the size, were each attached to a slender rectangle of polished wood by a metal ring. A long satin ribbon dangled from underneath the contraption, ready to tie around her waist. “Good lord.”

“I’m going to put them inside you now, then I’ll help you stand. Come as many times as you like. No one can hear you down here.”

“Hurry. Please hurry.”

At the strange yet sinfully delicious feel of cool, firm leather probing her wet pussy, Pippa sucked in a harsh breath. But Finn was relentless in his advance and her greedy channel sucked the first dildo inside. Then the second one penetrated her back entrance, and when she jerked and writhed, unable to decide whether to welcome the invader or reject it, the metal rings tinkled merrily. Last of all, Finn grasped the ribbon and tied it tightly, the action pushing both dildos even deeper.

She cried out. So close…

“Stand up, my lady.”

Quivering, gripping Finn’s hand for support, Pippa obeyed. But as soon as she straightened, the unyielding dildos moved and rubbed together inside her, and she screamed in wild abandon as release hit with the force of a spring tide.

Oh God.