Free Simply Forbidden by Kate Pearce Page B

two savage jerks, he came hard, his cum pumping over his fingers to drench his fist and his stomach. He didn’t watch himself, he watched her, the woman who had wanted to see him like this, half naked and willing to let himself be touched by anyone who wanted to.
    “Thank you, monsieur. You may go now.” Marie-Claude paused as the woman whispered in her ear. “Madame requests that you return to this room tomorrow night and meet her again.”
    Gabriel nodded and shoved his limp cock back into his pantaloons. It was time for him to go home and perhaps he would sleep for what remained of the night, his cock now sated, his unsavory appetites indulged. He bowed at the two womenagain and retreated through the servants’ door. The mysterious woman had obviously enjoyed the show, and, to his shame, he had enjoyed it, too. Despite his self-disgust, he couldn’t help but wonder what she would ask of him on the morrow.
    Lisette waited for the door to shut behind Lord Swanfield before throwing back her veil and pulling off her gloves. Marie-Claude smiled at her.
    “Did it go as you wish? He has a fine cock,
non
?”
    “He does.” Lisette could only agree, and she pictured Lord Swanfield coming in front of her, his face contorted in a grimace of pleasure as his cum released all over his fingers. She’d wanted to lean forward and lick it up, had almost done so before she’d remembered that would make it necessary for her to remove her veil.
    “Does he have sex with the guests?”
    Marie-Claude looked thoughtful. “Not full sex.”
    Lisette wondered why that made her feel a little better. “Does he service men?”
    “Yes, but with his hands and mouth. I don’t believe he enjoys male penetration either.”
    Lord Swanfield was proving to be more of an enigma than Lisette had expected. She frowned up at Marie-Claude. “Then why does he do this?”
    “Play the role of a servant?”
    “Yes, and allow himself to be fondled and touched by complete strangers.”
    Marie-Claude shrugged. “Perhaps it is the only way he can find sexual release, or the only way he
allows
himself to find sexual release.”
    Suddenly Lisette remembered Lord Swanfield’s comments about not taking her to bed even if she’d wanted him to. “That might be true. Perhaps he really is saving himself for marriage or someone special after all….”
    “Do you know him then, Lisette?”
    “I’ve certainly met him before.”
    “And you like him?”
    Lisette stared at the older French woman. “I’m not sure.”
    Marie-Claude’s brown eyes narrowed with amusement. “You like him. You were practically salivating when he revealed his cock.”
    “Weren’t you?”
    “I’ve seen so many.” Marie-Claude winked. “Although I must admit he certainly is large. What do you plan to do with him tomorrow night?”
    Lisette smiled properly for the first time that evening. Major Lord Gabriel Swanfield, finally in her hands and at her mercy. “That remains to be seen.”
    Gabriel spent much of the next evening searching for the woman in brown silk, not that any fashionable woman would wear the same dress twice; even he knew that. But he still hoped to seek her out. Something about the tilt of her head and her calm demeanor had seemed familiar. He hardly needed any of the guests to touch or stimulate his cock tonight. He’d been half erect since he arrived.
    He endured the other guests’ fondling and groping, but turned down all the offers for further exploration. Somehow, keeping himself in readiness for the unknown woman appealed to his perverted sexual desires and made him even more aroused. When the clock struck eleven, he found Marie-Claude in front of him again.
    “Come along, monsieur. She is waiting.”
    Gabriel entered the room and saw the woman sitting, as before, in a high-back chair in front of the bed. Tonight she wore black, her bosom spilling over the top of her low-cut gown, her face still veiled beneath the high sweep of a Spanish mantillaand