Page 20 of The Lady
Bustling into the mix, Pierre returned to his duties as Henry led Delilah back out of the kitchen. She gave him a wild-eyed look when they returned to the hall.
“Why did we have to go in there if the meal is going to be sent to you?” she asked, shaking inside.
“Two reasons.” He smiled down at her, pulling her to him again with the leash. This time, he did not press her against him for a kiss, keeping her head tipped back with his fist, her hands pressed against his chest to keep her balance. “I wanted them to see you and know who you were. And I wanted to show you off.” She squeaked when she felt a hand shoved between her thighs, fingers probing her pussy. The sensation made her tingle all over, and she was shocked to realize she was wet.
Pulling his hand away, Henry lifted his fingers to show her the glossy juices covering them. Delilah stared, mesmerized, but also slightly horrified.
“See, pet? You enjoyed it, too.” He put his fingers to her lips. “Now, be a good pet and lick them clean.”
Delilah stiffened, the sweet, musky scent of her arousal filling her nose, but she could not jerk back more than a few centimeters, and Henry’s grip on her leash tightened. His fingers pressed against her lips, forcing the lower one open. Staring directly into her eyes, he pushed his fingers forward, almost daring her to challenge him. Under his steadfast gaze, she found herself opening, so his fingers thrust into her mouth, gliding over her tongue.
Tasting her own cream was utterly perverse, yet she felt her insides fluttering, the same way they had in the kitchen. She’d assumed her reaction had been due to nerves, but clearly, there was more to it than that.
Helpless, enthralled, she stood there as he moved his fingers in and out of her mouth, the same way he had done with his cock earlier that morning, his eyes darkening with passion. Her own arousal was becoming impossible to ignore when he finally removed his fingers, letting them drop away. Panting, Delilah stared at him, wanting... something. Something more.
But she could not give voice to her desires. Even as she felt them, her mind rebelled at admitting them.
Thankfully, he did not seem to require an admission. It was enough, she cleaned off his fingers. He quietly led her back to his office. When the meal came, she knelt by his side, and he fed her by hand.
The afternoon passed peacefully enough, although slightly uncomfortably, even though he took the tail out midway through to let her relieve herself and did not reinsert it immediately. The evening, however, was anything but peaceful. This time she was not allowed to remain in his room.
Delilah found herself wearing nothing but his shirt, the plug back in her bottom, standing on a balcony overlooking a gambling hell.
9
The Tramp
More than onecurious gaze found its way up to the balcony, lingering on his pet before veering away when they caught his eye. She stood beside him, curious but also embarrassed.
What would she do if he bent her over the balcony and fucked her from behind in front of everyone? His cock stirred at the thought, so he pushed it away. He was having enough trouble controlling his desires while he waited for the evening to end. Besides, his little pet was not ready for that... not yet. Tonight would be about introducing her to a different pleasure once they were back in his room.
The sound of the curtain behind them opening made Henry turn. He’d been waiting on Butch’s return.
“Anything?” he asked after nodding a greeting.
Butch shook his head. “The household surely knows she’s missing, but there’s no gossip about it elsewhere. No one in the Warren been asking questions. Yet.”
Beside Henry, his little pet jerked, realizing they were talking about her, and Henry put a soothing hand on the back of her neck. She settled but nervously flipped her gaze back and forth between him and Butch.
The other man was done with his report, though. Henry did not need more information to know what had happened. Lady Felton was keeping the search discreet, trying to find Delilah before anyone even realized she was missing. There would likely be talk eventually, no matter what hold she had over her staff... although, the manservant who knew Delilah was in the Warrens had clearly not yet informed his employer. It was possible that loyalty to Delilah, rather than the Feltons, would keep the staff quiet.
He had his own set of ears among the households of theton, handsomely paid for their information, so Henry would know as soon as Delilah’s disappearance became common knowledge among Society.
“Thank you, Butch,” he said, giving the man another nod. Melting back into the shadows of the balcony, Butch took up his sentry position with Frank, the two of them silent watchers over both Henry and the floor.
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The Lady
The first half-hourshe’d stood on the balcony, she’d been sure, at any moment, there would be an uproar when one of the gentlemen below recognized her. She’d kept her head down and face hidden as much as possible, but as man after man looked up at her and did not react with anything other than curiosity, she began to be braver. Even when she saw a few young lords she knew, ones she had danced with, they did not recognize her. Snippets of conversation drifted upward, and she heard the same words over and over again.
“...the Tramp’s Lady...”
“...the Tramp’s Lady...”
“...the Tramp’s Lady...”
Not one of them looked at her and saw Lady Delilah Darling, ward of Lord Greene, now under the care of Lady Felton.
