Page 45 of Dick Stone, Regency Stud
He was working up to telling the man off and departing when the baroness entered the room.
“Lord Edward, what a lovely surprise,” she said, as if this meeting hadn’t been carefully planned.
She wore a lavish dressing gown cut low in the front. Edward looked down her neckline and felt his interest in the night’s proceedings roar back to life.
“Baroness Dalpole, how pleasant to see you again,” he said wryly, noticing that she did not acknowledge all the watching men in the room.
She placed a hand on Edward’s waistcoat despite her own husband standing right next to her. “I can’t thank you enough for volunteering to help with our problem,” she said in a loud voice that carried.
“I am pleased to be of service, madam,” he said with a bow. Perhaps if they were unfailingly polite to each other, the spectators would all fall asleep, and he’d be enjoying some warm milk and a book in bed before long.
And then Charlotte Dalpole took control of the situation. Along with his cock.
She shrugged out of that dressing gown and let it sink to the floor. Below it, she was entirely nude.
Her body was round and lush, everything soft because of her advanced pregnancy. The triangle of hair between her thighs was just visible under her generous belly, and Edward wanted nothing more than to take to the floor to see it better.
“You are most brave, Charlotte,” said the baron, exaggerated sadness in his eyes. “Would that I could be the one to breed you. Fortunately, we have a celebrated stallion at hand who has volunteered to take up the cause.”
Volunteered to take up the cause for an as-yet-agreed-upon sum of money. Edward sighed internally and hoped Tencendor would enjoy his improved feed.
“I’ll take a seat across the room, my love, and allow you both to bring about an heir,” said the baron, walking over to where the other men were sitting. “Should you find you need assistance, I’m only steps away.”
They embraced like lovers about to be parted by an ocean voyage, and the baroness bravely turned to face him. While licking her swollen lips, she perused the person of Dick Stone.
“Where shall you take me, sir?” she asked, as if a Tudor wife bound for the chopping block.
Edward summoned the strength to continue this farce. He’d take himself to a chop-house for a fine meal, he decided. Stock up on cheroots. Get his favorite boots resoled.
It was the lure of unleaky boots that did it.
“May I assess the breeding conditions?” asked Edward, advancing on her standing form, then placing a hand at her hip.
The minx shuddered at the feel of his hand on her skin. Her face displayed consternation to the crowd, but when Edward slid his fingers between her nether lips, she was even wetter than he expected.
“Have you been thinking about me?” asked Edward in a low tone as he worked in and out while his other hand touched those ripe breasts that had been calling to him.
“I’ve been thinking of nothing but carrying my husband’s heir,” Charlotte said with a sniff — before a moan left her mouth when Edward let his fingers press into a sensitive spot.
“I can’t help but feel a certain slickness inside your cunny, madam.”
“It would be silly for a woman about to be bred by a stud to insist that her husband take her. Only a woman in a fit of passion, very much looking forward to the interlude, would demand such a thing.”
That sent his cock to the heavens, though he was still annoyed at the Dalpoles for orchestrating this mockery of his mission. Charlotte Dalpole was swollen and wet with her husband’s seed, and Edward relished the feel of warming her further for his own use.
“Where am I to take you, madam?” he asked while stroking her breast.
“We’ve prepared that chaise,” she said, listing to one side, as she enjoyed his strokes.
Edward regarded the cushioned chaise they’d despoiled two weeks ago. Perfectly nice, but if the Dalpoles wanted a breeding show for their assembled guests, they’d need to do better.
“Is that so?” asked Edward, leading Charlotte towards it. She moved to take a seat on it, but Edward caught her hand in his.
She regarded him questioningly.
“I heard you wish to be bred.”
“Yes?” she said, uncertainty flashing across her face.
