Page 66 of Prince of Scandal

When Ashton paused a second time to torment her smarting bottom with his expertly rough rubbing, she cried out, her thighs parting and back arching in a blatant plea for sexual relief. The pulsing of her clitoris and desperate clenching of her cunt had become utterly unbearable.

“No,” he said softly, the word so much crueler in its gentleness. “No orgasm for you, little one. You’ve yet to please me.”

“Let me suck your cock,” Georgiana begged. “Please sir. I’ll take it all. Like a good girl.”

“Very well.”

Ashton began undressing, his movements so deliberately slow as he removed his waistcoat and plain linen shirt that she couldn’t halt a sob of frustration. This made him smile, and his actions grew even lazier as he tossed the garments aside and then removed his shoes, stockings, and breeches. But even when fully naked, Ashton didn’t join her on the bed. Instead, he stood there, handling his enormous length until the swollen, plum-colored head seeped pearly moisture. Outraged at being denied his cock, Georgiana almost howled a protest. But just in time she quelled it, finally understanding the test for what it was, and remained still on the bed, her head turned to watch him.

It felt like an eternity, but eventually Ashton nodded in approval and settled himself on the bed, lying on his back, his head on the pillows. Then he gestured for her to crawl backward to him.

Slowly, carefully, she inched back, allowing his big hands to guide her into place so her mouth was directly over his cock, her heavy breasts pressed against his stomach, and her thighs spread over his face. It was the most decadent position imaginable, and yet so wonderfully efficient. How Prussian.

“Shall I begin, sir?” Georgiana asked respectfully, not daring any bad behavior when she was so close to getting what she wanted.

“Use your tongue to start,” he commanded. “You know what I like.”

Bending down, she lapped at his cock, eagerly licking up the earthy, slightly salty-tasting fluid that wet the head. A heady sense of power surged through her when he groaned, his hips bucking a little. But just as swiftly, his hands parted her bottom cheeks and his tongue lashed her clitoris.

Georgiana’s mind stalled at the jolt of pleasure and she stopped, trying to regather her wits. A sharp spank to her sore flesh made her yelp then frantically gulp air as her inner walls clenched once more.

“Ashton!” she protested. “Don’t tease.”

“If you stop again, I’ll not let you come,” he threatened. “Take me in your mouth. Deep. And suck me hard.”

Oh God.

He spanked her repeatedly, quick, light blows that normally wouldn’t hurt at all, except on flesh already raw, it prickled and burned. Perversely, this made her wetter, until honey trickled down her inner thighs.

Greedy beyond measure for an orgasm and determined to earn it, Georgiana braced herself on the bed with one hand, and used the other to grip Ashton’s cock before closing her lips around the head. Even as she began sucking him, his tongue curled around her clitoris and sucked her in return. Georgiana’s eyes almost rolled to the back of her head at the acutely pleasurable sensation. However, newly disciplined, she took his cock deeper into her mouth, bobbing over it even as she used her tongue to rub against the underside.

When Ashton thrust his tongue inside her cunt, she couldn’t help a guttural moan. “Mmmm.”

He swore, his hips jerking again, and she choked a little as more of his cock was forced into her mouth. Slick fingers penetrating her anus distracted her, the stretch and solid fullness a perfect contrast to the sinful dance of his talented tongue. Ashton was everywhere. His cock in her mouth. His tongue in her cunt. His fingers in her anus. It was glorious and utterly overwhelming. Oh God, she was going to come so hard…

All at once the ecstasy of the triple penetration blended together into a stunning inner explosion, the orgasm starting at her core and radiating through her body so strongly that all she could do was scream and scream, the sounds thankfully muffled by his cock.

“Yes. Now take my seed. Every drop,” Ashton snarled, and his cock erupted, flooding her mouth. She instinctively swallowed it, greedily, like it was the finest French brandy.

Later, not entirely sure how it happened and so weak she could barely see or think, Georgiana found herself turned around and cuddled against Ashton’s chest as he gently stroked her hair.

She clung to him, gulping in air even as she basked in the sensual scents of sweat and seed and honey that surrounded them both. Something needed to be said. Except she couldn’t quite make her scrambled mind work. What did a young lady say when she’d just been spanked and pleasured and penetrated so thoroughly by her man?

“You’re my man,” Georgiana mumbled, her eyes closing in sheer weariness. “My prince. I’ll be your mistress forever and ever.”

“Beg pardon?” said Ashton sharply.

Gah. Why was he affronted? It was an excellent offer, one he should grasp with all enthusiasm. Gracious, it wasn’t like she could be anything else. Certainly not Princess von Hagan, with a reputation like hers.

Patting his chest to soothe the beast within, she sighed and went to sleep.

* * *

His mistress?

Even after an hour of pondering, with Georgiana curled up against him like a cat, Ashton was still aghast. How could she think that? Did she honestly believe he would be content with such an imperfect, impermanent arrangement? And what of children? Was he supposed to behave like that English royal duke, father a passel of sons and daughters with an assumed surname, then abandon their mother for the sake of propriety?

NO.