Portrait of a Scandal by Danielle Lisle

squeezing his balls. He pushed his finger farther into her arse and she started to quake around his tongue and finger. He had been slowly working her up to climax and if he continued as he was, he would surely push her over.
    Thomas pushed down on her arse with his palm, bringing her more firmly against his face as he drove his finger deeper. She moaned, bucking her hips, rubbing against his face as his tongue rasped against her. With each buck he withdrew his finger from her arse, only to push it back in. He fucked her arse, and it was divine! He started to drive his cock into her mouth with his hips and she tried to focus on him, knowing he would do the same to her, but it was impossible. She couldn’t help but moan and whimper around his cock as she took it as deep as she could. His balls tightened further and his cock pulsed against her tongue. Thomas shoved his finger deep, rubbing her clitoris with his tongue in earnest. Her body froze a moment before she screamed around his cock, her climax finally overtaking her. She clamped her lips down on his cock as she shook, swallowing his seed, drinking in the full flavour of his spend.
    Slowly his cock softened and she let her eyes drift closed as it slipped from her mouth. Nellie rested her head on his hip as he licked her in a slow, caressing manner, not as greedily as he had before. It was simple, nice, relaxing.
    Too soon, Thomas lifted her from his body and turned her to lie on the pillows at the head of the bed. As he wound his strong arms around her she settled back into his warmth. Sleep found her quickly.
     

Chapter Six
     
     
     
    Nellie bounced down the stairs the following morning, unable to remove the smile from her lips. What a fool she had been to question their marriage. His morning kisses while she still dozed had been a wonderful way to wake up. His firm but caring instruction for her to go back to sleep as he rose for the day was something she had taken pleasure in obeying. She liked how he took control of her in the bedroom, but had not tried to do so outside it. Nellie was still her own woman—a woman who was, at that moment, rather happy.
    A footman stood by the dining hall door and bowed when she approached. What was his name, again? Wallace, William, Walter? Ah, Walter, that’s it. “Good morning, Walter.”
    The man blinked once before he nodded. “Good morning, my Lady,” he said as he opened the door for her.
    A stab of disappointment greeted her as she noted Thomas had already left. She gazed out of the window and saw the sun was already quite high. Shifting her attention to the clock on the mantel, she saw why. She had slept away most of the day.
    Parker entered. “Good morning, my Lady.”
    “Good morning, Parker. How are you this fine morning? I cannot believe out of all the days London chooses to behold sunshine, I sleep in,” she said with mocking disappointment.
    His lips twitched slightly. “A shame, indeed.”
    “Yes, indeed,” she said, taking a seat.
    “Your breakfast will be ready directly, my Lady,” Parker said as he moved around to pour her tea.
    She frowned slightly. “While I am not at all opposed to you serving me, Parker, where are the footmen? Have Roger and Geoff been enlisted for other tasks?”
    “No, my Lady. Geoff will arrive with your meal directly, but I am afraid Roger has come down with a slight cold and I did not want him around the family.”
    “Oh, of course. Please ensure you call for a doctor if he becomes worse and send him my regards. I am like a bear with a thorn in my paw when I am ill. He has my sympathies.”
    The man’s lips twitched again when he nodded. “I will indeed inform him,” he said, as he returned the pot of tea to its silver tray. “The morning post for you, my lady. His Lordship left what he anticipated to be further invitations.”
    Nellie stiffened slightly at the mention of mail, but forced herself to relax. “How kind of him,” she said with feigned enthusiasm, picking