body and cupped Gwen’s breast until it flowed over the top of her corset. With a soft sound she sucked Gwen’s nipple into her mouth, felt her cousin shudder. She slid her hand beneath the hem of Gwen’s nightgown and found her way to the apex of her thighs and her wet, throbbing sex. As she continued to suck on her nipple, she slid two fingers inside and pumped them slowly back and forth.
“Oh, God,” Gwen breathed. “Don’t stop, Mally, please, I—”
Malinda looked from her cousin to her captive, whose gaze was fixed on the movement of her hand. With deliberate slowness, she pulled Gwen’s nightgown over her head, leaving her naked, and angled her slightly toward Benedict.
“Look, Gwen, he’s watching me have you. Do you like that, Ben? Is she not beautiful?”
He licked his lips as Malinda thrust another finger into Gwen, her thumb pressing on her cousin’s clit with every inward stroke.
“Would you like to see my mouth on her?”
His body stiffened, his cock rising.
“Oh yes, I think he’d like to see that very much.” Malinda smiled at Gwen. “Would you like that, love?” Gwen nodded. She arranged Benedict’s legs so that his knees were drawn up and helped Gwen straddle him and lean back against his knees, facing him, her legs spread, her sex on view.
For a few moments, she just used her fingers, drawing them in and out of Gwen’s throbbing wetness until her cousin was moaning for release. Kneeling beside Benedict’s hips, she added her tongue to her fingers, flicking Gwen’s clit to a tight, throbbing bud until she was climaxing hard.
She looked at Benedict. “Do you want to lick me while I finish Gwen?”
He nodded once and she straddled his chest, raising her bottom until her sex was level with his face and pushing back until she found his mouth and the press of his tongue and teeth against her softness. Reaching forward, she held Gwen’s hips and brought her mouth to her cousin’s cunt and thrust her tongue deep.
God, she wanted to scream as he pleasured her, his mouth everywhere, the rasp of his teeth, the way he sucked her clit hard into his mouth. Gwen bucked her hips and climaxed with a cry and Malinda followed her, undulating her hips against Benedict’s working mouth until she’d probably drowned him.
When they’d both recovered and climbed off him, they studied their wounded captive, who had his eyes closed, his breathing as harried as theirs. His face was wet with Malinda’s juices and his cock was already showing signs of recovery.
“He looks capable,” Gwen murmured. “But we don’t want to tire him out.”
A muscle twitched in his cheek. Malinda guessed the mighty Lord Keyes didn’t appreciate being talked about as though he wasn’t there. Even though he claimed not to know who he was, arrogance was bred into his very bones. For an aristocrat, it was probably a new experience to be treated as nothing. She couldn’t help but enjoy it.
“I’ll leave him to you, Mally, and take myself off to bed.” Gwen crawled toward the edge of the bed.
“Are you sure?”
Gwen’s amused brown eyes met hers. “He’s all yours, love. When we can trust him enough to use his hands on us, I’ll be back.” She blew them both a kiss. “Thank you, Ben. You are definitely worth the money, I’ll make sure to write a hearty recommendation to Madame Helene to take with you when you leave.”
Malinda followed Gwen to the door, kissed her cheek, and ushered her out. Jim was asleep in a chair against the wall and snoring loudly. She could only hope he’d wake if she screamed for help. She went back into the crimson bedchamber, locked the door behind her, and leaned against it. Bathed in candlelight, Lord Keyes was sprawled on the bed, his wrists tied over his head and his legs spread to reveal his thick cock. Still watching him, she reached behind her back to loosen the buttons of her gown and wiggled her way out of it. She also removed her petticoats and returned to him