Page 71 of Dick Stone, Regency Stud
It was the work of a moment, and the entire stage changed, launching him from one farce straight into another.
For her part, Phily had the look of a cat served a bowl of cream as she wiggled to the edge of the chaise and bit her lip while unbuttoning those stylish new trousers her husband wore distressingly well.
When she pulled her husband’s cock out — admirably large, damn and blast him — she wasted no time in wrapping her lips about it and bobbing away like a Covent Garden girl.
Edward had always assumed aristocratic marriages lacked something — a certain frisson — but he was coming around to the idea. His former fiancée was a good little cocksucker.
Which made the whole thing that much more awkward. Not only had the lady’s husband discovered Edward in her chambers as she showed off her cunt, now he was growing increasingly hard while watching whatever aspect of marriage this was.
“Philadelphia has a fine little throat,” said the duke as he tested said throat with a thrust. “Unfortunately, you did not train her properly, so I had to.”
Gesù, if he escaped this house of horrors with a shred of dignity, it would be a miracle.
“Yes, I was under the impression one does not meddle with debutantes,” said Edward. “A mistaken impression, it seems.”
The duke placed his hand on Phily’s neck and brought her nose close to the thatch of hair ringing the base of his cock. “That is usually the case,” said the duke contemplatively, closing his eyes in pleasure when his wife gagged momentarily. “But the argument falls apart when the debutante in question is a ripe little slut.”
Edward was ready to issue a challenge, rank and familial ties be damned, but then he saw the look on Phily’s face. Her eyelids were heavy, and she wore an expression of bliss. On the parts of her not currently occupied with sucking her husband’s cock, that was.
The duke graced her with the softest smile Edward had yet seen a man of thetondirect at his own wife. Why, it was the sort of look he couldn’t imagine giving anyone save his closest friend and maybe his horse, on a good day.
“Well, congratulations to you both,” he said, rising to take his leave and finding that he meant each word despite their shared history.
“I wonder if you might be interested in a proposal.”
The duke’s words rang out with authority. This man expected that his every wish would be granted, and it rankled.
“I have no doubt you drive a hard bargain, but I’m afraid I’m in the breeding business.”
“Oh, I know what business you’re in, Dick Stone.”
This couldn’t be good. Once again, Edward cursed the infernal Lady Millicent for dragging him into this mess.
“All signs point to your nursery being filled regularly,” said Edward, hoping to be released from this farce before the lamb pie seller he’d settled on for serving his dinner went home.
“Yes, it is supplemented regularly,” said the duke, holding his wife’s head in place as he came with a shout.
When the duke removed his cock from Phily’s swollen lips, he used a thumb to wipe some seed that had escaped. Their tenderness didn’t hurt him. Well, not specifically theirs. But the existence of such sweetness available at all hours of the day set his ribs to aching again.
“I am unconcerned with the succession at this point. My love has given me three boisterous sons. And now I’d like to give her to you.”
Chapter 4
To be fair, itwasn’t the first time a man had offered his wife to Dick Stone. But this was most certainly the first time a husband had offered him his own former fiancée.
“You wish to engage my services,” said Edward, hoping to get the question of money squared away. He had no doubt that Phily was a fine ride, but he was a man of business now and needed to pay for his lodgings.
“Indeed,” said the duke, tucking himself back into his trousers with a satisfied flourish. “My darling Phily has gotten herself into something of a mess. She’s been playing deep, and upon further examination, it seems she has done so because she is bored.”
He lowered into a chair; His Grace was nothing if not graceful.
“I have not been fucking her enough. It is a struggle at my advanced age,” he said, only the faintest lines showing around his eyes when he smiled. Dratted man. He didn’t even have the decency to age like a mortal. “Therefore, I’d like to engage your services to playherdeep. Should breeding occur, all the better. I know another pregnancy will occupy her somewhat and keep her from the Faro tables.”
For her part in this play, Phily pouted. Whether it was at the hiring of Dick Stone, the prospect of another pregnancy, or her husband’s attempts to take cards out of her hands, Edward couldn’t fathom.
“You agree to this?” asked Edward of Phily, still finding this a ludicrous turn of events.
“Oh, Edward, you do not know how I suffer!” whined Phily, weeping into an oversized lace handkerchief she’d somehow summoned out of thin air. It was all so theatrical that he looked closer at her until she moved the cloth aside and sent him a delighted wink.
