touched themselves this way, had even heard salacious talk of special clubs where men went to masturbate and compare their organs, but this … Surely this would send her straight to hell? At that moment, she hoped Lucifer himself welcomed her. Preferably naked and hard, with a cock the very equal of Cuthbert’s. With enthusiasm, she rubbed herself harder while burying one finger into the wet chamber of her sex, slickly fucking the tight hole. God, it was good; it was like nothing else ever. She frigged away at herself until she felt it coming. A climax that shook her entire body, made her cry out in shocked ecstasy before she fell back onto the bed, barely conscious.
That was the first time she had come to sexual awareness, courtesy of Cuthbert, so now she knew all too well why her drawers were wet as she sat looking at Elijah Storm across the dining table. Oh God, let this dinner be over soon so she could hurry away and pleasure herself over her new neighbour.
She reddened at her thoughts, kept her head dipped as she sensed the man’s gaze on hers. Her mother chattered brightly, drawing Lucy into the conversation, where Susanna’s sister showed how empty-headed and truly idiotic she was. But Susanna guessed it was better that than socially redundant and on the shelf like herself. She knew which one appealed more to men. Obviously they didn’t like their wives to think for themselves. Susanna liked bird-watching, walking, and reading. She doubted this was compatible with the ideas modern men had about women.
Elijah Storm, though, to her surprise, was somewhat dry and dour. While charming, he had a line in barely decent remarks about this or that Lord who had lost his fortune to gambling or opium, scandalous tales of wives embroiled in affairs with earls or even their groomsmen.
She found herself listening in fascination, watching Elijah lift his wine glass to his sensual mouth, his Adams’s apple bobbing as he swallowed. She wasn’t sure if her neighbour was making the right impression on her mother. Was he altogether too modern for Elizabeth? She hid a smirk behind a napkin and thought she saw Elijah’s gaze flicker over hers, a smile curling around his lips.
Elizabeth steered the conversation towards the up and coming ball at Bennet Hall, the social event of late spring every year. Susanna had been attending since she was 16. Every year she was courted by a string of foppish dandies with lace handkerchiefs who stood on her toes at the dance and asked her to ride with them in their carriage next day. She had always refused. None of them had ever captured her imagination, not even under the influence of wine and song, much to her mother’s chagrin.
‘When is it?’ Elijah asked politely. ‘At present, I am unsure when I will return to London.’
Her mother looked panicked. ‘Next Friday,’ she said. ‘Surely you will make special dispensation to attend?’
Elijah looked amused. ‘I have yet to be invited.’
‘My dear Mr Storm,’ Elizabeth said. ‘If a man of your standing in the community –’ for this, Susanna read “a purse of your size” ‘– has yet to be invited, then I would take carte blanche upon myself to attend regardless and hold my head up against the snub!’ She flushed at her outburst and signalled Cuthbert for some water.
A sly smile curved Elijah’s lips. ‘Why, Mrs Seymour, you’re a lady after my own heart. I’ve ridden into more social occasions uninvited than I’ve had hot dinners.’
Susanna rolled her eyes as her mother almost melted into a puddle at the great man’s flattery. She couldn’t help wondering if Mr Storm had a certain reputation that caused people to shun him socially. No doubt he was a ladies’ man; with that physique he must be bedding any number of lovers. Poor Lucy. What a shock she would get when they were married.
Elizabeth rubbed her hands. ‘That’s settled then. Next week at Bennet Hall. And I hope you will give my daughter the
That was the first time she had come to sexual awareness, courtesy of Cuthbert, so now she knew all too well why her drawers were wet as she sat looking at Elijah Storm across the dining table. Oh God, let this dinner be over soon so she could hurry away and pleasure herself over her new neighbour.
She reddened at her thoughts, kept her head dipped as she sensed the man’s gaze on hers. Her mother chattered brightly, drawing Lucy into the conversation, where Susanna’s sister showed how empty-headed and truly idiotic she was. But Susanna guessed it was better that than socially redundant and on the shelf like herself. She knew which one appealed more to men. Obviously they didn’t like their wives to think for themselves. Susanna liked bird-watching, walking, and reading. She doubted this was compatible with the ideas modern men had about women.
Elijah Storm, though, to her surprise, was somewhat dry and dour. While charming, he had a line in barely decent remarks about this or that Lord who had lost his fortune to gambling or opium, scandalous tales of wives embroiled in affairs with earls or even their groomsmen.
She found herself listening in fascination, watching Elijah lift his wine glass to his sensual mouth, his Adams’s apple bobbing as he swallowed. She wasn’t sure if her neighbour was making the right impression on her mother. Was he altogether too modern for Elizabeth? She hid a smirk behind a napkin and thought she saw Elijah’s gaze flicker over hers, a smile curling around his lips.
Elizabeth steered the conversation towards the up and coming ball at Bennet Hall, the social event of late spring every year. Susanna had been attending since she was 16. Every year she was courted by a string of foppish dandies with lace handkerchiefs who stood on her toes at the dance and asked her to ride with them in their carriage next day. She had always refused. None of them had ever captured her imagination, not even under the influence of wine and song, much to her mother’s chagrin.
‘When is it?’ Elijah asked politely. ‘At present, I am unsure when I will return to London.’
Her mother looked panicked. ‘Next Friday,’ she said. ‘Surely you will make special dispensation to attend?’
Elijah looked amused. ‘I have yet to be invited.’
‘My dear Mr Storm,’ Elizabeth said. ‘If a man of your standing in the community –’ for this, Susanna read “a purse of your size” ‘– has yet to be invited, then I would take carte blanche upon myself to attend regardless and hold my head up against the snub!’ She flushed at her outburst and signalled Cuthbert for some water.
A sly smile curved Elijah’s lips. ‘Why, Mrs Seymour, you’re a lady after my own heart. I’ve ridden into more social occasions uninvited than I’ve had hot dinners.’
Susanna rolled her eyes as her mother almost melted into a puddle at the great man’s flattery. She couldn’t help wondering if Mr Storm had a certain reputation that caused people to shun him socially. No doubt he was a ladies’ man; with that physique he must be bedding any number of lovers. Poor Lucy. What a shock she would get when they were married.
Elizabeth rubbed her hands. ‘That’s settled then. Next week at Bennet Hall. And I hope you will give my daughter the
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