Wickedly Wanton: A Ménage Regency Tale by Kristabel Reed

command.”
    Abruptly standing, Sabine moved to the pianoforte. She didn't like the look in Reddick's eyes. It unsettled her, and she tried to ignore it. However, with the new awakening in her, Sabine was all too aware of exactly what Reddick wanted.
    He wanted her.
    “Would that preclude me from inviting a companion, say my friend Faith, from staying with us?” she asked in what she hoped was an even voice. Her fingers shook on the keys as she struggled with this new knowledge of Reddick.
    His hand caressed her neck, and she jumped. But he pressed against her, trapping her between his body and the pianoforte. This strongly reminded her of Aiden taking her against the wall in the foyer, but no more. She remained still against him, struggling to think of a polite way to break free from his grasp.
    “Have your companion reside with us. I do not care,” he whispered against her hair, “what fills your days so long as I fill you at night.”
    Sabine had nothing to say to that, much as she tried to think of a retort. She could easily feel Aiden's cock in her, stretching her in delicious pleasure. Her core throbbed in need. Behind her, she could feel Reddick's cock press against her back. It wasn't the same.
    “You've no idea the sensual pleasures I'll introduce you to,” Reddick said, seemingly undeterred by her silence. “You shall learn to appreciate the patience of an older man. I'll take my time with you and elicit the most exquisite rapture from your lips. You'll fall to your knees, sobbing for more, begging for my cock.”
    Reddick's hand took hers and, turning her, he ran their fingers over his cock. Sabine couldn't look up, horribly ashamed of her body's reaction. It wasn't the violent need she felt with Aiden, but she was wet. Reddick's manhood stood stiffly against his tight breeches as their fingers traced the outline, across the top, down the length.
    “‘Tis a goodly size you'll have to accustomed yourself to,” he said, voice low even as he moved her fingers lower, so that she touched every part of him. “Accustom yourself in all places—between your lovely thighs, between your sweet rosy lips, and between your darkest, tightest entrance.”
    Pulling her fingers back, heart pounding as she tried to keep her breathing even, Sabine met Reddick's gray eyes. No, she didn't want him, not him . But his words, his movements, reminded her so strongly of Aiden's words pushing my cock into your untouched ass , and how she very much wanted the forbidden pleasure he promised.
    Nipples hard and aching, body tingling from his words, Reddick's promises, she needed release, needed to feel Aiden's mouth on her, his fingers within her wetness as she kissed Faith.
    Faith. She needed Faith .
    “We shall have a very erotic life together.” Reddick said and he looked as if he might kiss her. Instead, he pressed his cool lips to her forehead with a slight chuckle. “And you shall enjoy every moment of it.”
    Stepping to the side, uncaring how rude she looked, Sabine cleared her throat as unobtrusively as possible. Only then did it dawn on her the explicitness of Reddick, how improper he spoke, how scandalous, but she couldn't form the words to admonish him.
    “If you'll excuse me,” she said, and hated her voice sounded so breathless, “I must help my friend with the clippings.”
    Fleeing the music room, she walked through the house. Before she could rush into the gardens and find Faith humming over pretty, colorful flowers Sabine didn't know the names of, she stopped. Still struggling to breathe, she realized her hand covered her breast, mind blank but for the release of pleasure.
    Whirling, she headed for her room. Ringing for the maid, she ordered the girl to find Faith and bring her a tray of tea. She had a headache and needed to rest. Minutes later, Faith entered, concern shadowing her face as she knelt by her bed. Her maid had helped her strip to her chemise and opened the windows to allow what little breeze there