Free Simply Forbidden by Kate Pearce Page A

another book. “If you tell me which man you mean, I can find out what his sexual limits are. Would that help?”
    “You don’t have to do that,
Maman
. Perhaps, with your permission, I could talk to whoever is in charge of the servers on that floor and get her to help me?”
    Helene shut the book. “You do not want me to know which man you are interested in.”
    “Not really,
Maman
.” Lisette tried to keep her tone light. “He doesn’t mean anything to me.”
    “Yet you still wish to punish him for his transgressions?”
    “From what I’ve seen tonight, he obviously enjoys being servile. He’ll probably enjoy himself more than I will.”
    Helene held her gaze. “Be very careful, Lisette.”
    “I will.”
    “Just remember that when sex is involved, people can behave very strangely.”
    “I know that.”
    Helene blew her a kiss. “Then go and talk to Marie-Claude. Tell her I said she should help you and good luck.”
    “Thank you,
Maman
.”
    Sometimes Lisette was so relieved to have a mother like He-lene, a woman who allowed her to make her own sexual choices and didn’t expect her to behave like a conventional naive miss. Thanks to her mother, she had the perfect opportunity to expose Lord Swanfield as the hypocrite he was.
    Gabriel stepped back into the servants’ hallway at the pleasure house and leaned against the wall. His cock ached like the devil tonight, and yet he’d refused all the offers to bring him release. He wasn’t sure why. Perhaps he preferred the torture of blue balls to the loss of dignity required to allow some stranger to make him come. He kept imagining Miss Ross’s expression if she could see him here, at his worst, at his most desperate.
    “Monsieur?” He looked up and saw Marie-Claude beckoning imperiously to him. “Come along.”
    Without thinking, he followed her to the end of the hall and into one of the smaller, more private rooms that adjoined the salon. A woman dressed in brown silk sat in a chair beside the bed, a woman Gabriel had no chance of recognizing unless he ripped off her bonnet and heavy veils. Marie-Claude nodded at him.
    “This lady wishes you to pull down your pantaloons.”
    For a moment, Gabriel balked at the calm request and wondered why the woman couldn’t speak for herself. Inwardly, he shrugged. He needed to come, and this was as good a way as any. In the struggle to push the tight satin down over his shaft he might even embarrass himself and spill his seed. At least then it would be over and he could go home and sleep.
    Slowly, he worked the two buttons loose, wincing as his cock pulsed and soaked the satin in pre-cum. He managed to lower the placket and shove down the sides of his pantaloons. His cock strained upward toward his stomach, the wetness at the tip catching the candlelight.
    “Touch yourself,” Marie-Claude said.
    Gabriel was quite happy to oblige. He wrapped one hand around his thick shaft and worked his heated flesh through his fingers. God, he was so close, so close to coming….
    “Stop, monsieur.”
    His fingers stilled even as his mind screamed a denial and he forced himself to breathe slowly.
    “Come closer.” Marie-Claude murmured.
    Still clasping his shaft he moved nearer, he focused his attention on the woman seated directly in front of him. He shuddered when she lifted one gloved hand and traced from the tip of his cock down to his balls with her index finger. She returned her finger to the crown of his cock and slowly circled the tiny weeping hole at the center. His hips jerked toward her touch, straining, wanting, and she obliged him, flicked and circled his aching tip until he almost started to come.
    He groaned out loud as she expertly shifted her grip to the base of his cock and cut off his spasms, leaving him suspended somewhere between pleasure and pain.
    “Please …” he whispered. She let him go and Marie-Claude spoke again.
    “Finish yourself. Come for her.”
    He replaced his hand on his cock and with