Free Seducing the Regency Dom by Raven McAllan Page B

sighed, and let her breath out in one long
gust. "That is something I'm glad I'll never have to live through again.
Where do our parents get all these old relatives from…out of an attic
somewhere? I've never had so many whiskery kisses, from both sexes I hasten to add." She shuddered. "And
the smell of camphor and sherry. Never ever make me drink sherry."
    "A new punishment, my
dear?" Tony changed directions and whisked her into a side corridor. "And where
did you get that dress? For a traditional virgin's marriage gown, it is
not."
    "I'm not a traditional virgin bride,
thankfully," Susanna said as they got to a narrow oak door. "Where
are we going?"
    "Wait and see." Tony opened the door and
escorted her through it. "Should I blindfold you?"
    "Well, oh my, maybe not." Two horses were
tethered nearby. "If we are to ride, I think I'd best be able to
see?"
    Tony took her ankle and threw her into the saddle. “No
ladies’ seat, but you ride astride as well as any man. And I will be able to
see your legs, and imagine it's me they are clinging to, not Flossie
here."
    Susanna shot him a gamine grin, put her feet into the
stirrups and hitched her wedding dress high up over her thighs. "It's to
be hoped no guests see us. What little reputation I have will be shot to
pieces." She shivered. Tony realized she wore very little other than silk
and satin.
    "I forgot, how remiss of me. One
moment." He went to the saddlebag of his horse and took out a
fur-lined cloak. "Here, this will warm you until I can. We have an hour or
so's ride ahead. Will you be all right?"
    She looked surprised. "Of
course. And I will hold back my questions as to our destination, even
though it goes against the grain."
    "Good." Tony mounted his horse and clicked
his tongue to set it in motion. Soon they were cantering down a little used
lane. He knew his land like the back of his hand, and was certain they'd have
an easy ride.
    He was right. In a little over an hour, he slowed
and waited until Susanna drew up beside him. Her cheeks were glowing with the
exertion of the exercise, her hair had come adrift from its complicated design,
and the diamond pins were nowhere to be seen. She grinned.
    "My hair fell down. I have the pins in my hem.
I'm so glad I chose to dispense with a silk cloak. One more step on my road to
harlot-dom no doubt, but it's all for the good. Can you imagine what I'd look
like galloping across the fields, with that streaming behind me? Oh, that gallop
was so welcome. I needed it. To be outside in glorious countryside, with you,
is perfect. Are we here?"
    "Once we round the corner. Now I do wish to
blindfold you. Will you let me?" Tony wanted Susanna to be surprised when
they reached their destination, and not come upon it gradually. "We will
double up on Jester here." He patted his horse.
    "For a chance to be close to you on a horse,
you can shackle me as well," Susannah said. "Do I sit in front?"
She lifted one leg over her horse's saddle and sat sideways. "Will you
catch me?"
    Tony dismounted, and wrapped his horse's reins
around a branch. He walked to Susannah and held his hands out. She slipped into
his arms and slowly let her body slide down his until her quim rubbed the
length of his cock. It responded as ever by lengthening and hardening to the
point of perfect pain. Susannah licked her lips and chuckled. The melodic sound
and the hint of her perfume teased him into even more hardness.
    "Xiao Māo , you are a minx." The use of her pet name, the one
they used for play, made her eyes widen.
    As he put her onto the ground, and turned toward his
horse, Susanna slipped into her subservient self. She knelt and bent her head.
    "My Lord?"
    Tony wanted to cry, to laugh, to salute with a
cheer. Although they played, and played hard, he'd never attempted to get
either of them into their Master/sub mode outside their comfort zone. Here,
where in theory anyone could come upon them, was very much uncharted territory. She trusts me to know what is