Page 36 of The Duke's Vice

Her light brown eyes were nearly black from her pupils being dilated. She was aroused.

He gestured for her to watch. As she leaned back against him, taking in the scene before them Ezra continued to whisper in her ear.

“From your own midnight discovery you know there’s a special spot on a woman, that when touched just so causes ecstasy and enjoyment.”

Beatrice bit her bottom lip. Even in the dim light he could see the blush blossoming on her cheeks. She was no doubt remembering the night she came to him and what she had done just before.

She swallowed and licked her lips. “She’s enjoying it? Being touched so intimately in front of complete strangers?”

Keeping his lips close to her ear his eyes floated to the couple on the other couch. The man’s hand was moving faster, his own hips raising into the air. The woman’s eyes were squeezed shut with her mouth forming the perfect ‘o’ through her growing moans.

“Mmmm, indeed. See how her hips are pushing up into his hand? I highly doubt she remembers there are others in the room.”

Beatrice’s breathing was becoming erratic as she nodded her head slightly. She licked her lips once more and shifted again in her seat.

“Do you remember when you touched yourself the other night?” Ezra’s words were low and rough. He could feel his pants tighten as he watched Beatrice process his question.

She didn’t answer but shook her head in acknowledgement.

“Did you not enjoy it?”

She slowly blinked.

Her head bobbed again.

“Well, if you enjoyed it then, think of someone one else doing it for you. Just you and him, no worries of getting caught, all the freedom in the world to explore what your body likes, wants, desires.”

Beatrice’s body swayed to his words. Her eyes became heavy, as if she was under a trance, listening to his words and watching the couple in front of them.

Once again she shook her head to clear her thoughts. “Why is it hot in here all of a sudden?” Beatrice closed her eyes and took a few deep breaths. This was going better than Ezra could have imagined. She was very responsive to stimuli.

The woman moaned, throwing her head back against the couch. Beatrice sat up in earnest. Her leg began to bounce underneath her nightgown. She reached for Ezra’s hand but he took her hand and placed it on her own thigh.

“No touching tonight, remember?” He scolded lightly

Beatrice scowled. “I thought you meant other people. Plus, you also said no talking and we’ve been talking this whole time.” She squirmed on the couch, her fingers fidgeting in her lap.Suddenly her movements stopped and her eyes glanced at him from their corners.

Ezra noticed the change and got the sneaking suspicion his little mouse was up to something.

Surely enough, she lifted her hand and started to lightly touch the neckline of her nightgown. Ezra watched as her fingertips traced the ribbon that was threaded in and out around her throat.

His mouth ran dry and he tried to swallow over the lump that had formed in his throat.

Not only was she a responsive little thing, she was a quick learner as well.

Ezra’s hand that was draped around her shoulders caught her wandering hand. “I said no touching, Mouse.”

A sly smile warmed her lips. “You said no touching other people. You said nothing about touching myself.”

Images of a writhing Beatrice with heavy lidded eyes flashed in his mind sending his body into an inferno of want.

“You’re walking a very fine line right now, Mouse.” Ezra shifted, hoping to quell the hardening cock in his pants.

“Lucky for me I can walk in a straight line.” Beatrice’s words were breathy as she became lost in the movements of the couple in front of her. Her hand started massaging her own breast.

At the sight of her hand cupping one perfectly rounded breast Ezra growled in her ear. Beatrice’s eyes fluttered shut as her own moan escaped her lips.

A movement off to Ezra’s left caught his eye. The man who was sitting back enjoying the show was now leaning forward with his eyes squarely on Beatrice.

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