Free The Pleasure Room by Vanessa Devereaux Page B

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    “And you think that I should be naughty?”
    “Every woman should be at least once in her life,” he said, taking off his mask.
    If only he knew I already intended to be just that.
    “The only warning I can give you is that men will find you irresistible.”
    And do you find me that way?
    “Now we have to find you a mask that will make it hard for women to resist you.”
    I pointed to the black and white mask on the top shelf. He reached up and placed it on his face.
    “That is the one,” I said.
    He glanced at himself in the looking glass. “Dear Lucinda, I believe you are right.” We looked at one another, masks still on. “I cannot wait until the ball,” said Anthony. “Will we have an unmasking at the end of the evening? I think that would be fun.”
    “That’s a wonderful idea. We’ll spend the whole evening wondering who is who.”
    “Well, some will be easier to guess than others. Like Viscount May, who will be unable to disguise his rather robust belly.”
    I laughed, visualizing the image. “Or Lady Deven, who hiccups after she’s had one too many punches,” I added.
    “I’m so glad you suggested a masked ball. Now let us purchase these things and then head to the rest of the shops to buy something to wear that will compliment them perfectly.”
     
    * * * *
     
    I stepped back to look at myself in the mirror. On the advice of Anthony, I had purchased a red dress with a black lace front to compliment the mask. My breasts spilled over its bodice, and as I held the mask in front of me, I felt like a different woman. He had encouraged me to buy it, thinking it was for the ball. I now felt guilty as he’d paid for it.
    False pretenses.
    Not that I wouldn’t wear it to the ball, but it would be debuted before then.
    I walked over to the window and noticed the carriage was now in front of the steps. I took a deep breath. I was headed to Bayswater tonight. Anthony had invited me to a small gathering at his house, but I had told him I had a headache and was retiring to my bed until morning.
     I hid the mask under my cloak. I did not want my staff to see it. I gathered my bag and then headed down the stairs.
    “I will be not be back until much later,” I said to the footman.
    “Yes, my lady.”
    He opened the door and then the driver jumped down from the carriage and held it open for me.
    “25 Oak Tree Lane, Bayswater,” I said.
    He nodded, and I climbed inside. I sat and pushed my hand under my cloak, rubbing my fingers across the black lace edging on the mask as we began the journey.
    My body so craved being touched, being pleasured. Being around Anthony as much as I am does little to help. I wanted his lips upon mine, his hands on my breasts and his cock within my pussy. However, it could never be, and it tormented me to no end. What I was about to do was not perfect, but it was the next best thing to satisfy my craving.
    I bit my lip. Perhaps if I got lucky tonight, a cock would be inside me. Maybe I would imagine it was Anthony doing the fucking. I squeezed my eyes tightly shut.
    How had I grown into such a wicked and naughty woman?
    Being pleasured nightly by my husband and then being widowed so suddenly. Being young and having temptation in the form of my brother-in-law thrown into my face so many times a week.
    I glanced out of the window and wondered if my outing tonight would take care of my aching need or if it would cause more desire to swell within me.
    The carriage rocked from side to side, and I once again fingered the mask.
    Of course I was being perhaps too confident that I would be chosen to enter and then be handpicked to go to the special room. The pleasure room. It sounded so naughty and dirty.
    The carriage turned the corner and the Thames came into view. Such a beautiful evening and the sun had not yet set.
    The driver slowed the carriage and bile rose in my throat as he pulled the horse up and we stopped outside a mews house. He hurried down and opened the door,