This was preposterous. Ridiculous. “The duke can’t stop me,” said Hunter. “I’m a grown man. I can go wherever I like.”
She grimaced. “Well...err...about that.”
The first poking fingers of panic, or perhaps fury, traveled along his spine. Jolette, Colette, Paulette, Odette, all the most skilled ladies worked here. All of them knew how to arouse and satisfy him beyond his dreams. “Did he pay you to keep me out?” he asked Pearl. “I’ll double it. Although I think it’s not well done of you, old girl. I’ve been coming to your establishment for years now.”
Her face wrinkled in sadness and regret. “Ye can’t pay me to get in. You can’t do anything, milord. That man Lansing, he meant business. He came hisself, he did, and sat in my drawing room looking like ’e was smelling rotten eggs. Said if I let you in here, he’d see to it that my parlor closed and that no one who worked for me could ever do business again. He was right specific, milord. He said I wasn’t to let you over the door step, that ’e would know and take away me livelihood.”
“I don’t believe you.”
“But sir, why would I make it up? You been one of my best customers. It’s breaking my heart to say this to you, but you can’t come to Pearl’s no more, nor no other place, I reckon. The Duke of Lansing, he doesn’t believe in men messing around on their wives. He says to me, Honor begins at home. That’s just what he said. Made me feel two feet tall, an’ I’m trying to run an honest business here. I told Madam Curtis what he done, how he come here and threatened me, and she said his men done the same to her. Then Mrs. Church said the same, and even Mrs. Purefell what runs that horrid place down near the docks. I imagine you could still get some doxy off the streets if you was sneaky enough—”
“I don’t want a doxy off the streets,” Hunter thundered, then turned away. Some other gentlemen had materialized and he stepped back to let Pearl do her business, feeling like a mockworthy piece. The lucky young bucks were admitted posthaste while he was barred from taking his pleasure because he had married Laudable Lansing’s daughter. It hadn’t even been his choice!
“Lansing isn’t here now,” he pleaded with Pearl when the men had gone inside. “Let me in, please. I’ll pay you twice what I normally do. Four times.”
“Milord, it can’t be. I’m scared of that old duke, I am. He has the king’s ear and more.”
“Then let me set one of the ladies up in a private arrangement. I’ll reimburse you for her loss.”
“I can’t,” Pearl said, genuine worry making her voice quake. “And I don’t dare stand here talking to you a bit longer. I’m sorry, milord.”
With those words, she shut the door on him, and on his dreams of a pleasurable night. Madam Curtis too, and Mrs. Church. All his usual haunts. He’d never heard of this Mrs. Purefell near the docks, but if Lansing had gone to her he must have gone to every establishment Hunter might plausibly attend.
Damn the duke and his godforsaken moral compunction. Not only was he saddled with an ice cold wife, now he had no outlet for his more perverse desires. It was an impossible situation.
No.
There had to be someone who would defy the duke for enough money. London had fifty or more parlors for gentlemen of questionable tastes, as well as numerous actresses and courtesans for hire. If the Duke of Lansing thought he could curb Hunter’s habits because he’d married the man’s pure-as-snow daughter, he would shortly be proven wrong.
*** *** ***
Three nights later, Hunter stumbled up the stairs of his friend Lord Warren’s town home. He pounded on the great oak door so violently that Warren himself answered, looking grim.
“Do you have company?” asked Hunter. “Am I interrupting?”
“My company left hours ago, Towns. It’s four in the morning.”
“I need a drink.”
Warren shied away, waving a hand before his nose. “I think you’ve had a drink. Plenty of them. Come in and tell me where you’ve been.”
“Where I’ve been?” All his fury exploded out of him as he stumbled into his friend’s dimly lit drawing room. He waved his arms about, yelling at the top of his voice. “I haven’t been anywhere. I’ve been denied. Everywhere.” He couldn’t believe this was happening. “Three nights now I’ve been slinking around town trying to get into some house of ill repute. Trying to hire girls. Mistresses. Whores. Warren, he’s put them all off limits, every single one in London.”
“Who has?”
“Lansing, damn you. The Duke of Lansing. My lofty, putrid, godrotting father-in-law has seen to it that I’ll never stray in my marriage to his precious daughter.”
Warren made a sympathetic sound. “Sit down. You’re in a panic, man. You’ve been on the prowl already, eh? So much for wedded bliss.”
“Wedded bliss is a romantic figment of poets’ imaginations.” He threw himself on the divan near the fireplace and stretched out his legs. “Being married is like being in a cage you can’t escape. It’s torture.”
“Come now, torture? Lady Townsend seems a sweet enough girl.”
“She’s exceedingly sweet. That doesn’t help me get my cock sucked. It doesn’t help me bugger her arsehole or stripe her bottom with a cane. It doesn’t help me stroke myself to climax while she writhes in ropes at my feet.”
Warren grinned. “You’re a dirty bastard.”
“This isn’t funny. My wife can barely stand to touch me, you know. She thinks the most standard marital acts are lewd, and suffers through them with the mien of a martyr. I tried for a week to be faithful to her, but she’s so cold and distant. I believe she actually hates me. She was the one who suggested I go elsewhere rather than continue to visit her rooms.”
“Why does she hate you?” Warren asked. His brows drew together. “Have you terrorized her, you idiot? Her brother wouldn’t hesitate to call you out at dawn, and Severin’s a crack shot.”
Hunter held up a hand. “I haven’t done anything at all to her, aside from that spanking on our wedding night.”
“Well done of you. Idiot.”
“Otherwise, I doubt our marriage would have been consummated,” he said, speaking over his friend. “What am I to do? We’re absolutely unsuitable for one another. All I want is one night of blessed release, one night of a melting, obedient courtesan who’ll allow me to discharge all my pent up frustrations.” He dropped his head in his hands, then looked up at Warren. “Can you call one of your doxies over here? We can share her if you like.”
“It’s four in the morning.”
“You can have her first.”
“Townsey—”
“We’ve shared women before, and we like the same things. What would it matter?”
“Lansing’s come to see me too, old fellow.”
Hunter’s mouth fell open. “What?”
Warren sighed, leaning forward in his chair. “He came to see me just before your wedding, and he wasn’t very nice. Threatened to do a job on my public reputation, which I miraculously cling to. Threatened to ruin me if I did anything to assist you in committing ‘extramarital vices.’ He talked about Minette.”
“Minette? He threatened your sister?”
“Not in so many words. He only explained how much harm could be done to her marriage prospects with a word from him here and there.” He looked at Hunter. “She’s my responsibility, and she’ll be hard enough to marry off as it is. I can’t help you run around anymore, Towns. I wish I c
ould.”
Hunter was flabbergasted. He bent over, grasping great handfuls of his hair. “Why didn’t you tell me? Warn me? Did he visit all of you?”
“Me. August. Arlington. Yes, all of us.”
“None of you said a word to me. None of you warned me that going through with this marriage would mean—”
“It wouldn’t have mattered what it meant,” Warren interrupted sharply. “You couldn’t have gotten out of it at that point. Not without ruining Lady Aurelia and yourself. Now she’s your wife and you’re stuck with her.” His friend’s voice rose in frustration. “We haven’t always been the most honorable bunch, but the ruination of decent ladies used to be unthinkable. What has changed in you?”
“My situation has changed,” he said through gritted teeth. “Reproach me if you like. When you’re married, you’ll see.”
“When I’m married, I won’t give up within a week. Any woman can be tamed and taught if you put your mind to it.” Warren crossed his arms over his chest. “Aurelia is a very good girl. She’s Lansing’s daughter. She’s a dormouse, for God’s sake, who shrinks if someone looks at her meanly. She will do as you like if you demand it. You must insist upon the behaviors you expect.”
Hunter looked up at his friend. “Insist upon—what—? What the hell are you suggesting? You’re talking about bedroom behaviors?” He laughed.
Warren didn’t laugh. His arms remained firmly crossed over his chest.
“Has she made you into a mouse too?” he asked. “When I marry, my wife will obey me in all things. If I want her to perform unconventional sex acts in the course of our bedroom play, she will. This purity of marriage stuff is nonsense. You are the husband, the ruler of the household. You’ve spanked her once to assert your dominance, and doubtless can do so again.”