Bennett froze. Well, all parts of him except his cock did. It seemed that foolish appendage had woken again, and as the madam’s gaze flicked between his face and his groin, it grew harder and harder. Hell, the constriction in his trousers was becoming nigh on unbearable. Yet she didn’t take pity on him and look away, just kept watching his cock rise and strain.
Was he hallucinating? Surely the Mistress of Sin couldn’t want Humdrum Tun. Not after all his embarrassing confessions. Yet her tongue flicked out to lick her lips, and the expression on her face could only be described as pure hunger.
“Not the rooms,” he blurted, as his heart pounded with excitement, arousal, and anxiety that he might do something wrong. “You.”
“Not the rooms. You.”
Delilah shifted on her armchair, lust sizzling through her entire body. Tunbury had surprised her in many ways this evening; his interest in the Temple, careful questions and halting candor, even hints of humor alongside the rather endearing awkwardness. Not humdrum at all. But to know the attraction she felt for him was mutual…well. This virgin duke deserved a taste of pleasure. He’d certainly earned it.
She leaned forward to take his hand, rubbing her thumb over his knuckles. “You didn’t answer my first question, Your Grace. When did you last make yourself come?”
Tunbury hesitated. “A while. The consequences were…well, it’s been a while. I denied myself so often, all I could hear were their voices telling me how wrong it was, that I shamed myself and my late father’s memory when I lost control and gave in to baser urges. I’ve had more than a few cold sponge baths in that time.”
“That’s no way to live. May I suggest—”
“Mrs. Forbes. I should have asked sooner…do you have someone special in your life? A fiancé perhaps? Perhaps it’s foolish in this city, in this day and age, but I wouldn’t be comfortable dallying with another man’s lover.”
Delilah shook her head. “No lover or fiancé. My late husband Archie would be terribly hard to replace; he was a dear, sweet man…although in saying that I’m not sure he would have approved of the Temple.”
“He would have once he realized all the good you do. I think it…I think it most admirable that you assist others.”
“Really?” she asked, pleased. “I don’t assist patrons all that much, just nudge them onto the path of fulfillment. For instance, if a gentleman needed to come I might encourage him to unfasten his trousers and free his poor engorged cock. Perhaps test the girth in his hand.”
Tunbury hesitated. “I’m…not a patron.”
“No,” she agreed. “I’m spending time with you because I want to.”
He blinked, as though that fact startled him. Then he blushed. “Mrs. Forbes—”
“You can call me Delilah. That is my true name, even if no one believes me. They think it too convenient for the owner of a pleasure club; I say I was born to do this.”
“Very well. Delilah. I’ll confess that back in the theater, I wondered if those sensual dance lessons aroused you. Or in that last room, if you watched the bedsport and touched yourself.”
A wicked smile curved her lips. “I may watch sometimes, but don’t touch myself. Instead I wait until the need becomes unbearable, then retreat to my bedchamber and bring myself to a quick, forceful climax before returning downstairs. Now I wonder…would that be helpful, Your Grace? If I stroked my pussy while you took your cock in hand?”
Tunbury exhaled unsteadily, the sound audible even with the snap and crackle of the fire. “I…ah…perhaps?”
“Then I’ll lift my gown, you unbutton your trousers, there’s a good duke.”
He waited, watching avidly, his fingers toying with a button. Was he anxious at undressing in front of her? Or teasing, making her wait to see the cock she’d been thinking about for the past hour? Aware it might be anxiety, Delilah reached down and pulled up the hems of her gown, petticoat, and chemise, wriggling a little so they bunched at her waist. Then she draped one leg over each padded arm of the chair so her thighs were spread and her pussy fully revealed. Even with the fire the night air felt cool on her warm, wet center, and she shivered at the erotic contrast, more than ready to come. Unable to resist the lure, Delilah slid a hand down through the tangle of crisp black curls that covered her mound, then lightly stroked her throbbing clitoris.
Across in the other chair there came a rustle of fabric as the duke unfastened two buttons and allowed the fall of his trousers to drop down, before tentatively revealing his impressive cock. Not too long but splendidly thick, a cock that would stuff her full and provoke the sweetest kind of ache.
“You are staring, Delilah.”
“I’m waiting for you to begin.”
“I’d rather watch. Will you let me watch? You look…so free.”
Almost unbidden, her hand began to move with greater purpose. So she didn’t orgasm too soon, Delilah mercilessly teased herself, alternating firm circles of her swollen clitoris with butterfly-light touches. Then she swirled two fingers in her own slick wetness, before slowly penetrating her pussy. “Ooooh.”
Tunbury made a low, growling sound as his cock bobbed against his lower belly. “Come. Now.”
Like gunpowder had met flame, sensation exploded between her legs. A wild cry tore from her throat as her fingers pumped in and out of her sheath and the heel of her hand ground against her clitoris. It always felt marvelous when she touched herself, but with the duke watching and commanding her to orgasm, it seemed even better than usual. More powerful.
When at last the pleasure waves receded to a gentle ebb and she recovered her senses, Delilah glanced at her guest. The duke still watched her, holding his erect cock loosely in one hand while his other hand gripped the armchair so tightly his knuckles were white. Perspiration glistened on his forehead, and his gaze was pure agonized need. But he made no move to ease himself. It seemed the demons from his past were once again winning the battle in his mind, and that simply would not do.
In one graceful movement, Delilah closed her legs and stood up. After smoothing her skirts, she walked across to her carved mahogany desk and retrieved a small bottle of oil before returning to kneel at his feet.
“Perhaps I might assist, Your Grace?”
“You may,” he rasped.
First she poured a quantity of oil into his palm. When the flesh was nice and slick, she closed his fingers around his cock, covered his hand with both of hers, and began to move.
Up. Down.
Tunbury gasped.
Delilah interlaced her fingers, forcing him to tighten his grip. Never had she felt like this, so greedy to be the woman giving a man what he needed. Not pleasure for profit, but because she yearned to see his handsome face lit up with ecstasy.
Up. Down. Up. Down. Faster and faster.
Now he groaned, his hips circling in a rhythm as old as time as his body desperately sought surcease.
“That’s the way,” she praised. “What a splendid cock. How does it feel?”
“Feels good. So good…I’m going to…Christ…Christ…”
Seconds later, his head fell back and his hips bucked as seed spurted forth from his cock with such violence, once, twice, three times, that it landed on the bodice of her gown, her cheek, and also trickled over both their hands. Delighted at Tunbury’s release, but also burning to try other sexual acts with him, Delilah smiled as she reached for one of the supper napkins to wipe her face and hands.