Page 94 of Dick Stone, Regency Stud
“A gentleman might study such a work to learn how to please a lady,” he said, trying to maintain his dignity.
“Is this why you wear so little to bed?” she asked, avidly taking in an engraving of a lady bent over a chair while a cheerful fellow rogered her from behind. “So you don’t have to shift as much around when you want a rub?”
Edward gasped. “A rub? I am a gentleman with a breeding business attempting to stay abreast of the latest—”
“Abreast!” Tabby hooted, covering her mouth as she turned to a plate with a lady nursing a child as her lover worked to get her with child again. “Do you do it like this?”
He studied the engraving, a most stimulating image. “I do not,” he said with as much dignity as he could manage. “Mostly because my clients hire me because they don’t have the heir they need yet.”
She turned another page, this time revealing a man betwixt a gleeful lady’s thighs, his tongue just about to tease her nether lips.
“And that?” she asked, a bit breathlessly.
“I’ve certainly given ladies much oral pleasure in my day.”
“Oh, oral pleasure,” she repeated.
Edward leaned over and turned to a page he knew by heart. “But this is what I do most often. A suitable position for breeding and mutual pleasure.”
The image showed a nude lady reclining on a bed surrounded by flowers, her male partner gazing lovingly at her face while he inserted the crown of his cock into her cunny. The artist had captured the moment she spread around his cockhead, her expression rapturous as their coupling began.
“Is it always so happy?” asked Tabby, doubtful as she looked at every aspect of the illustration.
“No,” he admitted.
She made her hand into a fist, then a circle as if to understand the size of the man’s shaft. “And are all men like this?”
Edward gently took the book and closed it, sensing that his friend was close to overwhelmed from such an intimate look at an act she had otherwise only observed from afar.
“All men are different,” he said. “But the good ones will give a care for your pleasure and make all of those positions feel quite nice.”
“I hope they’re all good as you, Dick Stone,” she sighed.
And for once, despite years of considering himself the worst of men, he agreed.
Chapter 4
As usual, Edward andTabby were enjoying a midafternoon in Hyde Park.
Not as usualwas the absence of Tencendor the horse.
Tabitha still wore Edward’s older clothes, which would have looked ridiculous had his tailoring been less precise. Still, the breeches needed to be held up by a set of braces, and the shirtsleeves fairly billowed around her diminutive frame.
“I’ve sent a note round to my tailoress so we might get you some proper clothes,” said Edward, his eyes scanning the park for signs of friends (few and far between) or foes (Lady Millicent Blatherwick, primarily).
“You mean to send me to other men dressed in breeches?” she asked, nudging him playfully.
Send her to other men. It was an accidental cut doomed to fester.
When Edward woke this morning, his body wrapped about Tabby’s back, her little arse nestled against his painfully hard cock, and his hand in hers just over her belly, he’d have taken up the sword to avoid sending her to other men.
Thankfully, the cold light of day had a way of scouring bad ideas from his mind. She deserved to make her own way in the world, unencumbered by a scoundrel. Edward was sitting in the park, not at all considering the next time they might share that narrow bed and how easily her hem could rise in the night. How her thighs would feel cradling his hips.
“…didn’t know she even made dresses,” said Tabby, chattering to herself while chewing on a heel of bread she’d magicked from a pocket.
“I don’t know what she’ll propose, but she’s a most fashionable lady, and I trust that she’ll have ideas for you.”
“A lady?” asked Tabby, looking at a meandering swan with some suspicion.
