Free Seducing the Master (An Erotic Historical in the Red Chrysanthemum Series) by Em Brown Page A

sapphire among them,
then returned to the other side of the armchair. The man did not
appear pleased, but he would be distracted soon enough. She began
untying her petticoats.
    “Tell me of yourself, Sir Arthur. You seem
quite an important man, endowed in all ways that matter,” she said
as the garments pooled at her feet. Men of his sort often liked to
talk of themselves.
    His breath caught, for her chemise was thin
and he could undoubtedly see the silhouette of her legs. “Well, I
would be guilty of false modesty if I denied that I am a man of
influence.”
    “You are friend to Sir Fairchild.”
    “I am, and while he may bear the title of a
baronet, I surpass him in many more respects.”
    She began unlacing the front of her corset.
“It be plain you are a man who wants for nothing.”
    His gaze fixed once more upon her breasts.
“My interests in the East India Company have returned a fine sum
for me. And there are many men who owe their fortunes or their
careers to me.”
    “Indeed?”
    “I own three boroughs, including my own. A
fourth, Porter’s Hill, is practically mine. These are votes I can
deliver to the Prime Minister whenever needed.”
    “You’re a powerful man, then.”
    “Sir Fairchild cannot claim the same.”
    She wondered at a man who felt the need to
disparage his own friend. Four inches, she predicted to herself.
His cock, at its full length, would measure no more than four
inches.
    “Is this your ‘performance’?” Sir Arthur
asked when the loosened corset fell to the floor. “I approve thus
far but expect the full act has not concluded.”
    Standing in only her chemise, she gave him a
demure smile. “It has barely begun, sir.”
    Slowly, she began to undulate her body,
swaying her hips while caressing herself with both hands. She
touched arms, bosom, ribs, and belly. The fire in Sir Arthur’s eyes
flared. Stretching her arms above, she undulated to a rhythm in her
head. Rotating, she presented him her backside. Her hands traveled
down her sides and cupped her buttocks.
    “My God,” Sir Arthur choked.
    Turning back around, she loosened the top of
the chemise. It slid off one shoulder. She rolled and thrust her
hips.
    “Your people are possessed of such vulgar
lewdness. Such wantonness can only be the work of the devil,” he
muttered to himself, but his ravenous gaze stayed upon her.
    Stepping back, she sat down on the settee
opposite him. Reclining, she flared her legs apart and propped her
ankles upon the seat on either side of her. His eyes widened at her
bawdy position. The chemise fell down her legs and covered the area
between her thighs. She continued to caress herself, pushing one
hand below her chemise to grab a breast. Her efforts had warmed her
body and brought to life a craving between her legs. She imagined
Master Gallant sitting before her, bound to the armchair and forced
to witness her wanton display.
    As she groped and fondled the breast, she
reached her other hand to her mound. Sir Arthur, if he were not
bound to the chair, might have thrown himself at her.
    She made purring sounds and did not need to
look at his crotch to know that his cock stood at stiff attention.
Her visible hand slid lower. She stroked herself through the
chemise. She wanted to bring herself to spend before him but also
wanted to save herself for Master Gallant.
    Sir Arthur began pulling at his bindings.
“Well done, Miss Terrell. A commendable performance. What do you
intend for the finale?”
    Her mind toyed with the possibilities.
“Would you care to glimpse my cunnie?”
    His mouth fell open. Parting her legs
farther, she inched her chemise up and paused before baring
herself.
    The veins in his neck extended. “Teasing
slattern.”
    Though she would have preferred not to, she
decided she had best satisfy him. She lifted her chemise and
presented him the forbidden paradise. He stared at her and looked
ready to drool. She replaced her chemise, rose from the settee and
sauntered to