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Not only was I stuck in a most improper position, on my hands and knees with my husband behind me, his big hands spreading my cheeks wide, his tongue exploring, searching for drops of wine, but this was a most extraordinary thing to say!

I did not trust it!

I waited apprehensively to see what he would say next, but he only said, “Good girl, you are staying very still,” and I heard the unmistakable sound of him drawing his cock from his breeches.

I allowed myself a grunt as he entered me, my cunt stretching, swelling to take his thick length, arching my back and trying to widen my hips to take him easier, gasping as my body adjusted.

Then I felt his fingers between my legs as they began to rub that particular spot and I knew he wouldn’t stop until my body did exactly what he wanted it to.

CHAPTER 26

St. Erth

Seeing my wife pregnant was now a constant need for me. I craved it all day when I looked at her trim, lithe little body consulting with Mrs. Jeremiah, in the evening when she played and sung for me, and at night when I fucked her mercilessly, filled her until my release dripped down her thighs and I had to scoop it up and shove it back inside her.

When the latest fertility treatment from London arrived in a carriage, I ordered Catherine to put on a nightgown and lie down in bed. I was determined not to see another monthly flow until after she had given birth to my first child.

Kitten looked nervous in the bed, smoothing the white nightgown down nervously over her body.

“Behave yourself,” I said, gripping her nightgown and giving her cunt a warning slap.

She yelped just as the doctor came in with his equipment, placing the big pewter jar full of leeches at the foot of the bed.

I saw Kit’s brown eyes open even wider and she clutched the bedsheets.

“Please don’t,” she whispered.

“You will let the doctor treat you without fuss,” I told her sternly.

“Please don’t,” she whimpered again, looking at me imploringly. “Ihatethem. I had to have them once as a child and I fainted away. They didn’t make me do it again.”

It pleased me to hear her beg, but I said, “You were a spoiled child, but you will not be a spoiled wife. You will obey your husband and follow the doctor’s orders.”

She said nothing then, but I saw her pink lips begin to tremble.

Dr. Bertram was a busy, round little man in his 50s with a fringe.

“What is the treatment for?” he asked.

“My wife,” I said. “I want to ensure she gets pregnant soon.”

“I have just the treatment for that,” he said cheerfully. “Viscountess St. Erth,” he continued. “If you would, please move the shoulder of your gown down so I can place the leeches.”

I felt a sudden flash of anger as Dr. Bertram put his hands on her arm, turning her body this way and that, his hand reaching for the leeches.

When he pulled down the sleeve of her gown, exposing her creamy shoulder even further, I didn’t recognize the low, feral noise that ripped from my throat.

“Stop!” I snapped, coming up and grabbing him roughly, shoving Dr. Bertram away from her.

He had one squirming gray leech in his hand already and he looked at me, startled.

“My Lord, youdidsay you wanted me to use the leeches, did you not?”

“I did,” I snarled. “I didn’t say you couldtouchher.”

“But—” he protested, looking between us, clearly baffled.

“Give me that,” I said, grabbing the jar. “I will put them on my wife myself.”

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