She said nothing but her eyes pleaded. It was plain she did not relish the task before her. He cupped her chin and ran his thumb over her bottom lip.
“You’ve a charming mouth, my pet,” he said. “Let us put it to good use.”
Resigned, she lowered her gaze. He released her and watched as she slowly positioned herself on her knees and forearms between Miss Cecilia’s wide open thighs.
Damnation. The tightness at his groin would need to be addressed before the evening was over.
Miss Cecilia parted her nether lips, and Mrs. Pennington gave a quick lick of the exposed flesh. Miss Cecilia had a thick mound of curls, and they seemed to tickle Lady Pennington’s nose.
“You’ll need to get in closer,” Mistress Brownwen said.
To assist, Cedman pressed his boot to Mrs. Pennington’s right buttock to urge her forward. Lady Pennington nestled herself closer and licked at the rosebud protruding from the folds.
Cedman adjusted himself in his chair. He wondered what she thought of Miss Cecilia’s most intimate parts, of the scent there, and the wetness.
“A little more boldness, please,” Miss Cecilia requested.
“Do you hear that, pet?” he asked.
In response, she quickened her licking. He glanced briefly to where Master Troy was flicking the flogger at his submissive’s ample bosom, but the sight nearer him was more compelling. Miss Cecillia panted and moaned and bucked her hips a little.
“Am I permitted to spend, Mistress?”
“Yes,” Mistress Brownwen granted.
It took a good ten minutes more, but at last, Miss Cecilia was thrown into paroxysm. Her pelvis bumped into Lady Pennington as her body shook with convulsions. Her ladyship sat up and wiped the moisture off her lower face. Miss Cecilia rubbed herself till the last of her shudders had been exhausted, and she sank onto the ground, a satisfied smile upon her lips.
“Thank Master Ashley now,” Mistress Brownwen reminded her pet.
“Thank you, sir,” Miss Cecilia murmured.
He looked to Lady Pennington. “You’ve done well, my pet.”
Her expression was hard to interpret, and he wondered if she had found any arousal in her actions.
“Come here,” he commanded.
She crawled over and knelt before him.
“Spread your legs.”
He reached two fingers between them and found her wet. Her lashes fluttered as he touched her. Withdrawing his hand, he put his fingers to her lips. She knew what to do and licked his digits clean.
“There is hope for you yet,” he said. But as much as he would have liked to continue to broaden her horizons, his own needs called for attention.
*****
It was not what Georgeanna had expected. She had expected the harsh whip of a flogger or the heavy fall of the cane. She had not expected to crawl on all fours as his puppy, had not expected to be paraded sans a shred of clothing before the other members of the inn, and she had most certainly not expected to pleasure another woman. Master Ashley had divined that which unsettled her and, true to his word, had made her a good deal more uneasy. Indeed, he had done better than his word and made her a great deal uneasy.
Thus, it was with immense relief that she followed him back to their room. She would have liked to enjoy the display in the drawing room as Master Troy was another favorite of hers, but who knew what else Master Ashley and Mistress Brownwen might conjure for her.
Ashley removed the collar and tail, which Georgeanna had come not to mind, though it tickled her derrière. Feeling the plug inside her, constantly, reminded her of him and that he was hers for the evening. And she had performed well as his pet as she tried to ignore the many sets of eyes gazing upon her nakedness, appraising her body.
“You did well,” Ashley praised after he had allowed her to stand.
“Thank you, Master Ashley.”
“Did you enjoy it?”