Page 126 of His Grace, the Duke
“The stays and those pretty silk drawers need to come off,” Tom said, his gaze heated as he stroked her hip. “We want you undone, sweet girl. Ours for the taking.”
Swallowing her nerves, she raised her hands to the buttons at her hip. After a moment, she let her drawers slip down her legs, exposing her naked bottom half to the room.
“Don’t forget, this is a punishment,” Burke said, edging closer. “Your pleasure will be secondary to ours tonight. In fact, it will give me the greatest pleasure to watch you squirm, begging us for release.”
“Don’t be cruel,” she said on a breath.
“Don’t run away from me,” he countered.
“Don’t call yourself the other woman where we can hear you,” Tom added.
Burke stepped forward, gripping her chin tight as he tipped her face up. “And don’t ever doubt our constancy again. You are my reason. Everyone has one. A reason to live, to fight, to bend the rules... or break them entirely. You three are mine.”
“Burke—”
“Take off your stays,” he growled, dropping his hand away from her.
Silently, she fumbled with the front of her stays, loosening the laces until she could drop them to the floor.
“Give me a glove,” said Tom, holding out his hand. She slipped one off, wordlessly handing it to him. “Good girl. Now, sit on the settee.”
She sat, trying to control the way her stomach flipped. Beyond their box, the crowd simmered to a hush. It sent a shock rippling through her. On the other side of that velvet curtain, several hundred people sat ready to watch an opera. They had no idea she was naked in front of two men, about to be ravaged. Her core was all but weeping with need as she leaned back.
Tom and Burke gave each other a nod. Then they dropped to one knee on either side of her, each taking a hand.
“What are you doing?” she whispered.
The first notes of the overture began, and the crowd clapped. The sound hummed through her as Burke and Tom exchanged a smile.
“We’re going to tie you down,” Tom replied.
She whimpered, squirming on the settee as they began wrapping their cravats around her wrists. Using the frame of the settee as anchor points, they looped their silk cravats through the wooden scroll work, securing her arms out to either side.
“Oh, God,” she whispered, her breasts rising with each breath.
Burke ducked his head, sucking her nipple into his mouth, teasing it with his teeth.
Tom held up her long, white opera glove. “Have you ever seenThe Magic Flute, Rose?”
She nodded, heart in her throat, as Burke kissed her other breast, his fingers trailing down her ribs.
“Good, then you won’t mind missing the first half.” Dropping back to his knee, Tom wrapped the glove around her eyes, blindfolding her.
With a gasp, she was immediately plunged into darkness. All her other senses were suddenly heightened as she tried to determine where they might move and what they might do. The sound of the opera meant it was harder to hear them.
Tom leaned in, brushing his lips over her collarbone. “Do you know how beautiful you look like this? Your flushed cheeks, your parted lips... the delicate points of these perfect breasts.” He grazed the back of his hand over her nipple and she sighed, her body coiling tighter.
Then Burke was leaning in, his fingers brushing over her lips. “I can’t wait to sink my cock into this needy mouth.”
“Yes,” she whispered, letting the thrum of the music fill her, driving her excitement higher.
“Patience, little siren. This is a punishment, remember? Feeding you my cock now, when you’re aching for it, would be a treat. We can’t have that. Notyet.”
She sank back against the velvet of the settee.
“I’m going to let Tom play with you for a while,” he teased. “I want to watch him worship you. Maybe we’ll take a break and leave you tied here while I fuck his mouth. You’ll just have to imagine what it looks like.”
“You’re both devils—”
