Page 88 of Seduced by an Irresistible Lady
Helena remembered Lord Jeffrey’s actions the day before and was even more piqued. Miss Justina later told her she had told Lord Jeffrey that her mistress slept because she had a headache. Lord Jeffrey was having none of it and commanded that she be awoken.
Just to say one sentence.
“Is something wrong?” Dr Frederick asked her.
“Nothing,” Helena said.
“I love the kind of man you are,” she said.
Dr Frederick smiled. Helena leaned into him again and welcomed his mouth when it claimed hers. There was the familiar ache, hunger that had settled itself at the pit of her belly and crept surely to the crevice between her legs. Helena placed her hand on Dr Frederick’s member through his breeches. She smiled as it grew and hardened under her palm. She acted quickly, loosening his belt and allowing his breeches to fall. His member rose and stood erect. Helena wrapped her hand around it.
Dr Frederick’s mouth had left hers and was on her bust. After trying unsatisfactorily to suck at her nipples through the fabric of her gown, Dr Frederick unloosened the ropes of her gown and pushed her shift down, baring her breasts. His mouth started a grand feast on her breasts. Dr Frederick sucked and nibbled at each nipple one at a time, making them erect, taut, and hard and desperate to be engulfed in his wet mouth. He pushed her gown up her waist, impatient to have it over her head. The gown just lay around her abdomen; her bust lay naked.
Helena was wet. Her crotch ached to be filled. Helena pulled at Dr Frederick’s member.
“Please take me,” she whispered.
Dr Frederick’s eyes were icy. His face was taut. He moved closer and set himself to pierce through her.
There was a loud clattering sound all of a sudden. A coach was coming into the courtyard. Helena moved away from Dr Frederick and rushed to wear her clothes. Dr Frederick did the same. Helena got herself dressed once again and sat down. Dr Frederick, who had finished before her, chose to stand. Helena hoped it was Miss Justina, just arriving from the market.
It wasn’t. After a few awkward minutes of staring at each other without saying anything, Dr Frederick turned to leave when Lord Jeffrey came into the garden.
“I was informed I would meet you here,” Lord Jeffrey said, seeing only Helena.
He turned sharply to the side when he noticed Dr Frederick was there too. Lord Jeffrey did not look impressed.
“Doctor, you manage to place yourself here, alone with Helena,” Lord Jeffrey said.
“He was checking my foot,” Helena said, defending Dr Frederick.
Lord Jeffrey raised a hand, signalling her to be silent.
“The good doctor has a mouth. He will defend himself,” Lord Jeffrey said.
From who, you?
“Helena, don’t worry,” Dr Frederick said to Helena.
“I was here to check her foot. It’s fine now, and I was leaving when you came in,” Dr Frederick said.
Lord Jeffrey looked to Helena and back to Dr Frederick. He took a step to the side, blocking the doctor’s path.
“Where is your tool box?” Lord Jeffrey asked.
Dr Frederick laughed.
“I don’t owe you any explanations,” he said before sidestepping Lord Jeffrey and walking away.
Lord Jeffrey looked at Helena and walked closer to her with a menacing gaze. Helena realised she was edging back in the bench as he got closer, till she felt her back touch the head rest. Lord Jeffrey bent and looked squarely into her eyes.
“You seem rattled,” he said.
“Would it be a compliment if I told you that you rattle me?” she answered.
Lord Jeffrey smiled and placed his hand on Helena’s shoulders. His grip wasn’t tight, but Helena felt a burning and was eager to push his hand away from her. She didn’t.
“You excite me,” Lord Jeffrey said.
