Just One Night (Le Débauché Club) by Aubrey Beck Page B

glow.  “Now open your pussy for me.”
    She could not have heard him correctly. “I beg your pardon.”
    His light blue gaze pierced her. “Take your fingers and open your pussy for me,” he repeated slowly.
    Heavens , she shouldn’t do this. She couldn’t do this.  She—
    “Your tight little pussy shouldn’t have any problem holding on to them,” he explained. “But should you let one drop, I’ll have to have to put it in your tight little ass instead.”
    “M-my—”
    James’s eyes narrowed on her. “You’re the one who asked for this, Emma. You’re the one who begged for it. Don’t tell me you’re going to be a coward now.”
    The coach stopped again, though they weren’t there yet; and the reprieve allowed her time to gather her thoughts. She had asked James for this , though she hadn’t really known what she was asking for, apparently. Still, he was right, she’d begged for him to escort her. She did want him, and if this was the way to have him… “I’m not a coward.”
    “Then open your pussy, Emma.”
    A sentence she never imagined anyone would ever say to her. Tentatively, she used both of her ungloved hands, opening her slit, which she found slick to the touch, wide for him.  James blew his hot breath against one of the sliver balls, he kissed it, then pressed it into her opening.
    Emma gasped at the intrusion, at the weight. The unyielding ball wasn’t like anything she’d ever felt before. She couldn’t keep something like this inside her. Was he mad? Before she could say as much, he pushed a second ball inside her.
    Good heavens! Did he mean to use all of them?
    He couldn’t possibly—
    The weight and size of the two silver balls inside her, held her channel open. She’d never dreamed something could feel quite so…exquisite. Tingles raced from her core to every part of her as though energy raced to each nerve ending she possessed. Who knew she was such a wanton?
    And then James pressed a third ball inside her opening , a wicked twinkle in his light blue eyes as though daring her to protest.
    “James!” she gasped. “I can’t take anymore.” The coach moved forward. Music grew louder. They were almost there.
    “That’s why it’s a punishment, love. The next time I tell you not to wear drawers, I expect you’ll listen to me.”
    The next time? She hadn’t said anything about attending the Le Débauché on a regular basis. And he certainly hadn’t said anything about punishment. Her mouth fell open in silent protest as he pressed the final ball inside her, filling her, stretching her. The final insertion pressed the other solid balls further and deeper within her.
    James smoothed her skirts back down to her ankles, then he slid to her side of the coach, filling the bench beside her, a black domino in his hand. “You’ll want this, Emma, to keep everyone else from knowing the very prim and proper Lady Alnwick has fallen to their debauched level.”
    The coach door opened , and warm chandelier light spilled into the carriage. Emma gasped as she quickly placed the domino over her head, panicked someone might recognize her.
    James chuckled once again as he stepped from the carriage, blocking her from view until she’d secured the mask tightly behind her head. Blast her curls for getting in the way.
    She met his eyes, wondering, not for the first time that evening, if she was ready for this. He urged her silently forward , and she did want to come with him. She did want to know the pleasure of becoming one with him. She did want to shed the prim and proper person that was wrapped so tightly about herself, at least with him. Deciding she was ready, or as ready as she was going to be, Emma took a deep breath and then accepted James’ proffered hand.
    She stepped from the coach onto the gravel drive and couldn’t move another inch. Good heavens! She couldn’t walk around with four silver balls inside her. One false move and they’d all fall from between her