Page 41 of Dick Stone, Regency Stud
By the time the men made their way to the drawing room, they were slapping each other on the back and talking loudly enough to wake the nursery, had there been children yet born to the couple.
“So, you’ve seen fit to join me?” asked the baroness, looking rather agitated when they finally walked in.
“Oh, Charlotte,” said the baron, kissing his wife on the neck, “we had things to discuss.”
Her cheeks heated as the baron cradled her belly and continued caressing her before their guest. “Darling, I hardly think—”
“Fear not, love, I told Stone all about his contribution to our marriage,” said the baron, letting his hand slide up so he could cup her breast.
She was clearly struggling. Her cheeks were pink, her breaths coming fast, but the mores of the day had her moored to a standard of behavior that no longer served her. Edward neededto cut the ropes that bound this fine woman to an outmoded way of life.
“If you’ll permit me, madam,” he said, advancing to the other side of her body and reaching for the breast her husband wasn’t stroking. “I can’t help but think you’d be more comfortable with less restriction of your person.”
Edward took down the straps of her dress and chemise, then watched as her straining breasts spilled out of the top of her corset. Ahh, the things he’d do to see nipples like those daily; they were the stuff of dreams. He gently plucked at the peak and smiled when she moaned in response.
“You see, when you’re in a breeding state, these fine bubbies will swell with milk,” said Edward, slanting her a serious look.
“When I’m…”
She didn’t yet understand the game they were playing. He’d have to be clearer.
“Yes, you see, after I breed you, your breasts will grow so you might nurse the resulting child. Your husband’s heir.”
“Oh,” sighed Charlotte, her lids lowering as her husband took down the other side of her dress.
“You don’t mind, do you, darling?” asked the baron. “That I told Stone about my injury during the war? And our unsuccessful attempts to have a child?”
She was wobbling on her evening slippers in the drawing room with two war heroes fondling her bosom and discussing activities that, if truly carried out, would bring her considerable pleasure. It was only natural that Charlotte was slow to respond.
“My greatest dream is a child,” she said, catching on and playing along. “Would that we had been so blessed, George.”
Both men were careful of her belly as they walked her back to the chaise longue that seemed to be just long enough for the three of them.
“I mean to give you everything you desire, Charlotte,” the baron said, kissing down the side of her neck. “Even if I can’t be the one to deliver it personally.”
When Edward applied his mouth to her nipple, the baroness let out a moan that had him hard and ready. He never thought he would justplayat breeding a lady, but it didn’t offend him.
He pulled off that delicious tip and licked all around the areola while sliding a hand to her delicate ankle. “May I assess whether you are ready for breeding, Baroness?”
She leaned back against her husband for support and spread her legs slightly so Edward could slide his fingers up her trembling thigh and brush over the thatch of curls that proved dewy.
“No drawers?” he asked appreciatively.
“She never adopted that custom,” said the baron boastfully. “Lets me lift her skirts any time I wish to make another fruitless attempt at an heir. I’ve taken her in every room, on every surface, trying to fill her belly. ‘Fraid you’ll have to step in, my man.”
“I’ll be happy to slide in and assist an otherwise happy couple,” said Edward, trailing his fingers over Charlotte’s pouting cunny lips and then teasing the entrance of her wet, welcoming hole.
“Are you willing to let Dick Stone breed you, darling?” asked the baron, as if they weren’t already all in agreement that the man’s siring service was the best thing to happen to London this century.
“I don’t know, George,” she said, blinking her eyes exaggeratedly. “I’ve never taken another man before. You know I came to you a maiden.”
Playing innocent, she exposed her breasts, and desire swelled her lips. It was just the thing to get Lord Edward Richard Stone’s cock harder than, well, stone.
“Think of the children we’ll finally have, Charlotte,” said the baron, stroking her swollen belly comfortingly. “Do say you’ll bear it. For me.”
“Yes, oh yes,” she sighed when Edward pushed his fingers into her wet, willing cunt. “I’ll bear it, but only for you, my love.”
Had she been an actress before her marriage? Or were all women so adept at disguising themselves and their desires?
