Free Blood Secret by Sharon Page

to his commands. She couldn’t quite figure out what the duke wanted, and it made her willing to play his game. Heavens, it made her hungry to play his game. Her breath came fast, her heart raced, her legs trembled.
    She lowered and the duke licked a place behind her quim—a bridge of flesh that made her moan helplessly. His tongue darted to the entrance of her bottom and lightly stroked.
    Stars exploded before her eyes.
    He dropped back. “Do you know, my love, how sensitive your bottom is?” he asked hoarsely. “You have the most lush and beautiful arse I’ve ever seen. I would love to give you an orgasm by pleasuring it.”
    “Pleasuring my bottom? What do you mean?”
    “Lie on your stomach, my dear, and I will show you.”
    Slowly she did, but she stiffened as he approached. Why would he not answer questions and demand she trust him?
    Something warm and wet stroked over the curve of her bottom, gently following, tickling her skin. Gasping, she glanced back, over her shoulder. Through the screen of her hair, she saw he had bent to her rump. He had licked the cheek of her bottom. Now, puckering, he planted a kiss on the plumpness of her right cheek. It jiggled.
    “You are beautiful, love. So generous.” He rained kisses over her curves, kisses that tickled, that made her giggle. Then he caressed her with his tongue, roving the wet tip over sensitive flesh.
    Apparently a woman’s bottom could be pleasured.
    Greystone lifted his head. “That was just the beginning, Lady Lucy. If you say yes, there is more pleasure to be had.”
    She swallowed hard once more. And whispered, “Yes.”
    “Good. What I intend to do involves some sexual toys.”

6
    Wanton
    T he duke was lying on his back on the leather bench, and he held a long ivory rod in his teeth. The “sexual toy” as he called it was preventing him from speaking now, but he had made his request very clear.
    He had told her to slowly, gently, carefully take the rod up inside her rump. Gently, he had caressed her bottom with oils. His finger had slightly invaded her. The pressure had shocked her at first, making her toes curl and her fists clutch into tight balls. But he had coaxed her to let him continue, to relax and accept the slow thrusts of his finger.
    She’d had no idea she was so sensitive there. It was even better than his kisses.
    But this ...
    Sinking her teeth into her lower lip, she straddled his hips, her legs on either side of the bench. The first touch of the entrance of her bottom to the rod made her squeak. It did feel good. She lowered a little—
    Then quickly stood upright. That particular invasion had hurt.
    “Slowly,” he said, around the toy held in his mouth.
    She blushed. She could not quite believe he wanted her to put her bottom down on his face, but he had seemed to be very enthusiastic about the idea. Taking his advice, she tried again, bending her knees to go just a bit further, to take a tiny bit more inside.
    This time it didn’t shock her and make her tense. She rose and thrust down again. Panting, moaning, she worked on him. Slick from the oil, her bottom took the long rod in easily. She kept her eyes closed, though, embarrassed by what she was doing.
    She moaned. Oh, it was good.
    Then he shifted, releasing the rod with his mouth. It was up inside her, the end sticking out a few inches. And she was blushing fiercely.
    “Take my cock inside your rump, too, Lucy,” the duke said huskily.
    She blinked. “Two things ... inside me?”
    “Yes, love. You’re a dragon at heart. Fiery, feisty, and you can indulge in pleasures that most gently bred ladies cannot.”
    She should say no. But she was aroused. Wet and aching with need, and she wanted to be filled. To bursting—goodness, the idea was so exciting. But he was big, too, and she wasn’t sure ...
    She ached so much, she was so tense and shaky with lust, she had to try. Her bottom felt aroused and ready, and she wanted to push her limits, her boundaries. Maybe it