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man she expected to take her back to
nirvana.
    “Do you mind?” he asked. “You taste delicious.”
    He nudged her to roll over. Her bones had melted and she had
no will or ability to resist him. If she could not muster even the smallest of
defenses, she wondered how she would feel in the morning.
    With droopy eyelids, she watched as he knelt again. Her legs
hung over the bed but he hoisted them to his shoulders, bracing his arms firmly
as he leaned forward.
    Swollen and sensitive, she endured the first stroke, painful
but searingly pleasurable. She sucked air between her teeth.
    She could not watch as his head bobbed up and down with each
tender caress. He was masterful with his tongue, the swipes firm and regular.
It did not take him long to stir her arousal. She arched and squirmed, feeling
as though she pushed her quim into his face. Her breasts ached, she wanted his
mouth, but knew he couldn’t be in two places at once. Instead, she cupped her breasts
with her hands and started slow kneading, matching the deliberate strokes of
his mouth.
    In less than an hour, she had transformed from a proper
duchess into a moaning, happy whore.
    As she crested a third time, she heard John moan and saw the
quick movement of his arm. He ate at her, sucking on the sensitive nub and
delving into the depths of her sheath. Coherent again, she felt John suction
her flesh into his mouth while she felt the vibrations of his groaning.
    His jaw was clenched tight. He’d finally taken his own
pleasure.
    He lowered her legs so that they dangled from the bed. She
had no strength to move, except to watch him. Slowly, he stood to his feet. He
reached for the bedcover and wiped at the frothy seed that coated his stomach
and groin and dripped down his leg.
    She had not thought of taking precautions. She was grateful
that he was thinking, but perhaps paid professionals must always
consider such ramifications.
    “Thank you,” she said.
    “No thanks are necessary. I get to fuck for money. That’s hardly
a reason to be grateful.”
    “It’s just that—”
    “You’ve never been filled with such a prodigious cock before
and you can’t wait for more.”
    Lucy would have liked to dispute his notion. She had also
told Madame Dupuis that she wanted kindness in her amour, but she sensed a hint
of bitterness in his voice that he attempted to cover with humor.
    “Can I not be appreciative of your time and skill?”
    Her body still hummed. Between her legs, she felt used. For
the first time, used as a woman was meant to be used and with the results that
should accompany it.
    “It’s your money.”
    Her lids drifted shut.
    “Tess, tonight there will be no slumber. Or very little.”
    She smiled, uncaring that he wanted to disrupt her sleep and
well on her way to dreamland, ignoring that she was naked, uncovered and that a
strange man stood watch. Sexual congress was what she bought, but right now,
she would have liked him to lie down beside her, curl his body next to hers and
fall asleep beside her.
    He did have soft, brown hair. She would remember.
    She came to sharp awareness when he slapped his hand across
her bottom.
    “No sleep. You can rest in your own bed on another night.”
    He strode across the room, to that sideboard with the
curious implements. After much jingling and clanging, he returned to her at the
side of the bed. Curiosity got the better of her. He held what appeared to be
ropes and chains and maybe something made of leather. Tossing the rigging on
the bed, he sorted through it until he reached two wide leather bracelets.
    His muscles bunched as he moved. Madame Dupuis’ selection
had exceeded Lucy’s expectations. Those physical requirements seemed like trite
requests—what had she told her? She was certain she had not requested a man
with such an inspiring instrument of passion.
    “I can’t have you sleeping through the night,” he said.
    She glanced toward his cock, which was still impressive in a
semi-flaccid state. He