Page 38 of Prince of Scandal

Ashton nodded, his eyes glittering like pure silver. Yet there was another emotion there, too. A tenderness that made her heart beat faster and soothed her anxiety at trying something new.

First, he plunged two fingers inside her cunt again, swirling them around until the sound of her wetness echoed in the library. Then he returned to her anus, and gently yet relentlessly pressed one finger in.

Georgiana gasped at the strange sensation, her back entrance tightening around the invader in an attempt to halt the stretching, almost uncomfortable penetration.

Ashton spanked her. “No, little one. Nice deep breaths. In and out. Yes, there you go. Good girl.”

All she could do was moan; the three intense sensations of stinging rear, stretched anus, and pulsing clitoris distinct and yet blending together to overwhelm her senses. Everything seemed more, from the unyielding desk beneath her, to the scent of her copious arousal to the acute sensitivity of her skin. “It’s…it’s nearly too much. But if you stop, I will never speak to you again.”

Laughter rumbled behind her. Something she particularly loved, because from Ashton it always sounded rusty. Reluctant. Like he didn’t laugh very often. “Can’t have that.”

After a brief pause, he peppered her backside with spanks and during that distraction, pushed a second finger into her anus. At the increased pressure, her head thrashed, her knees trembled, and the throbbing ache of her clitoris became unbearable. Her whole being had reduced to one all-consuming need: orgasm.

Shockingly, Ashton didn’t make her beg. Instead, the hand that had been spanking her delved down and caressed her clitoris, while he thrust his fingers in and out of her anus. Oh God. The simultaneous gentle touch and forceful penetration was sublime. But now she was going to come no matter what. Greedily, Georgiana rocked her hips, forcing her mound harder against his hand and his fingers deeper inside her. Faster, faster…

All at once the wave that had been building and twisting inside her crashed. Georgiana screamed his name at the flood of ecstasy, shaking and writhing until boneless, she slumped onto his desk. When Ashton gently withdrew his fingers she sighed, unsure if she would ever be able to move again. “That was…that was…oh God. The burn inside and out. It was so good. I thought spanking and fingering at the same time was the most wonderful thing in the entire world. But that felt even better…”

“Better than strudel?”

Georgiana groaned. “Please do not ask me impossible questions. Especially when my mind is currently quite addled.”

“You require a restorative brandy. And then…”

“And then?” she asked hopefully as she lifted her head, abruptly insatiable for more wicked pleasure. “You’re going to fuck my bottom? You need it. I know you do. Should I take your cock in my mouth before you begin?”

Ashton inhaled unsteadily, the sound audible even though he stood several feet away pouring two drinks. “You’ll do exactly as I say, Georgiana. Your only task will be to please me. Do you understand?”

Excitement curled through her at his uncompromising tone and Georgiana slowly maneuvered herself on the desk until she perched on the edge, her legs dangling from it. Today had quite simply been the best of her life, and it was about to get even better.

“Yes, sir.”

* * *

In his eyes, Georgiana was perfect. So passionate and delightfully eager. And soon, so soon, he would be coming inside her, their bodies together as one.

Ashton handed her a small glass of brandy and took a sip of his own, a futile attempt to cool his raging lust. While her reluctance to take his cock in her cunt did concern him—she’d admitted that pregnancy wasn’t her main concern, so it could only be a previous bad experience with excrement-eating Rupert—the fact she was willing to try something else was extremely encouraging. He would have gladly accepted her mouth, but to be offered her backside was wondrous beyond measure. Georgiana was trusting him with something special. Something new. And he would do everything within his power to reward that trust.

“This is very good brandy,” she said, taking a second healthy swallow of the smooth but fiery amber liquid.

“You drink it often?” Ashton asked in surprise. No ladies of his acquaintance had done so, much preferring wine, champagne, or ratafia.

A tiny smile curled her lips. “I used to steal it from my father’s supply then top up the decanter with water. Alas, though, the ruse didn’t work as long as I hoped.”

His lips twitched. “Too much color change?”

“That might have been one clue,” Georgiana replied airily.

“But you weren’t punished, were you?”

She sighed, her shoulders drooping. “Papa blathered a bit, but there were a lot of Gigi sweethearts as he wrung his hands and mopped his brow and asked me nicely to try and be a lady. So I ceased my raids of his library. There is no fun in dueling a sleepy housecat. Besides, watered-down brandy tastes terrible and I didn’t know how to arrange my own supply.”

Ashton nodded slowly and set down his empty glass. “If you tampered with my brandy there would be serious consequences for your backside.”

Georgiana finished her drink and winked at him as she too set aside her glass. “If you think heist plans aren’t already in motion, you would be mistaken, sir. Now, how much longer must I wait to be filled? Perhaps one of those fussy footmen would—”

“No,” he snarled, stalking forward until he stood in front of the desk, looming over her. “Do not even jest about taking another lover into your bed.”

Her eyes widened and Ashton cursed inwardly. Where the hell had that display of temper come from? But his inner recoil at the thought of Georgiana with another man had been so severe the words just tumbled out.