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beautiful. Her full lips were wet and a deep red. He leaned forward to kiss her and she thrust her middle finger between his lips instead.
    “Suck,” she commanded.
    Gareth wrapped his tongue and lips around her long, elegant finger and sucked, a deep pull responding in his bollocks and making him groan.
    She reached up with her other hand and began to pump his cock. Removing her finger, Eleanor moved in and kissed him. Thrusting her tongue between his open lips, she licked, kissed and nipped at them until he was sure they were as red as hers.
    “Because there is a place inside a man that has the same effect.”
    Gareth felt his head swim as though he had been drugged. What effect? He couldn’t remember the last of the conversation.
    Eleanor reached her right hand down to his red arse and dipped her wet finger between his cheeks.
    “Here,” she whispered, slipping the finger up into his tight hole.
    Gareth moaned in protest and threw his head back.
    Eleanor continued her onslaught, moving her finger inside of him in a way that sent pleasure ricocheting through him and pumping his cock in time with her thrusts.
    “Come for me now.”
    His orgasm rushed down upon him.
    Gareth let his head fall forward so that Eleanor could continue her pressure in his arse, screaming out his release.
    His head exploded as jet after jet of come spurted from his body. He shook all over, his legs threatening to give out.
    He collapsed down, his arms still attached to the ropes.
    Eleanor moved quickly, untying him and wrapping him in her arms. She maneuvered him to the bed and pulled the covers over him. Going over to the washstand, she washed and dried her hands quickly before coming back to the bed and sitting next to him. She guided his head down so that he would put it into her lap and Gareth didn’t think twice about obeying. Eleanor stroked his hair and ran a gentle hand down his back. She arranged the covers so that he was warm and bent to kiss his hair.
    Gareth had never felt safer or more loved.
    “You did so well, my pet. Thank you for your gift.”
    Gareth heard Eleanor’s words and wanted to correct her. He was the one who had been given a gift, not her. But he couldn’t, he was so tired. Instead he kissed her thigh and let himself drift off to sleep.

Chapter 7
    His valet tugged at his cravat to make it perfect and Gareth felt heat rise in his cheeks as he imagined what Eleanor could do with that same cravat.
    It had been a week since their time at her cottage. When he had awoken, she had helped him dress, and then they had returned home. He had wanted to pleasure her as well but she had said that he already had.
    They had attended two of the same balls with little contact. Tonight was a private dinner of one of his mother’s friends and Gareth had invited Eleanor as his guest. He needed to have some of her tonight. In whatever form she would give him.
     
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    Dinner was a pleasant affair – lots of beautiful food, wine and the company of people he actually enjoyed talking to. But none of it held any appeal for Gareth compared to the pleasure of sitting next to the woman at his side.
    As dessert was served, Gareth stared down at the baked apple pudding and cream, wondering whether his Mistress would like it eaten off her pussy.
    “Gareth.” Eleanor’s smooth voice broke through his daydreaming.
    With a twinkle in his eye, he turned to her, “Yes, my dear?’
    “I’m sorry, but would you take me home after dessert? I have an awful headache coming on.”
    Gareth’s alarm was sudden and he moved to stand up.
    A steel vice locked his hand onto the table.
    “ After dessert, Gareth.” Eleanor reminded him, a familiar glint returning to her eye.
    Gareth nodded, still unsure. Was she really unwell or did she just want to take him home?
    Gareth made their excuses and shuffled a pale and drawn Eleanor into his carriage. He pulled her into his lap the moment they were in the carriage.
    “Are you alright, Eleanor? May