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Double Her Pleasure [Brazen Ladies]
by Vanessa Devereaux

You Pay:  $2.99

Category: Erotica/Erotic Romance/Historical Fiction
Description: Ava Farnsworth is eager to find out if the rumors circulating about Lord Finley are indeed true. It's said that he stops carriages, pleasures women and then robs them of their jewels. Ava travels by carriage to Bath and is not only delighted at what she finds on the journey but yet another surprise awaits her at the inn.
eBook Publisher: Cobblestone Press, 2011
eBookwise Release Date: August 2011


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Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [37 KB]
Words: 7126
Reading time: 20-28 min.
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Chapter One

"I'm not mistaken. That's him. The man who two weeks ago ravished me before stealing my necklace."

Lady Selby stood in the corner of the room with a group of five other women. I'd wandered over there in hopes of taking in some fresh air by the French windows the servants had opened a few minutes earlier.

The ballroom was crowded and stifling hot, almost to the point of being unbearable. I hadn't wanted to attend the ball in the first place, but my cousin had insisted I put in an appearance.

"There will be many eligible men there tonight," my cousin had advised me.

I'd been widowed fourteen months ago but wasn't looking for another husband, just a lover who felt as passionate about sex as I did. However, I didn't have the heart to admit that to my cousin. I'd taken two lovers since becoming a widow, but neither had excited me in the way my late husband, George, had. I knew a man as talented in the bedroom as he existed out there somewhere. All I had to do was find him.

I fanned my face with my hand.

"Oh my, how lucky you are. He is so devilishly handsome," said Viscountess Simpson.

I glanced across the room where the gentleman in question stood leaning against the mantelpiece with a glass of port in his hand. He was deep in conversation with three men, one of whom was my cousin, Neville.

The gentleman must have sensed I was observing him because he looked at me over the rim of his glass. I glanced toward the floor, then looked up again to find him now grinning at me.

What a good and accurate eye the viscountess had. He was handsome with his dark, wavy hair that was long enough to allow it to curl over the collar of his jacket. Chiseled cheekbones, muscular build. I wondered what he would look like naked and standing in front of the fire in my bedchamber. He rested his elbow on the mantelpiece and didn't take his eyes off me.

"And ravished you, you say," said Lady Wilkins. "Pray, do tell us what happened next."

I moved away from the door and closer to the circle of women, hoping to hear more about him and his antics.

"He kissed my neck, obviously to examine the pearls. And then his hand..."

I glanced at Lady Selby, who now appeared to be in a dreamlike state. In fact, she was staring at nothing in particular while caressing her own breast.

"He touched my bosom ever so gently. I wasn't sure what was happening until his hand went under my petticoat, and then I knew what he had in mind for me."

I rested my index finger on my bottom lip wondering if I had indeed found the perfect match for my insatiable sexual appetite.

"His fingers...they found my most intimate spot. I have never experienced anything quite like it. I had no idea a woman could gain such pleasure just from a man's fingers. As I found my release and cried out, he kissed me and was simply gone, along with my pearls."

I glanced across the room at him, imagining him touching my clit, plunging his finger into my pussy, bringing me the release Lady Selby spoke of.

Was the room getting hotter because of the crowds gathered here tonight or was it due to my libido?

"You are not the only lady he's ravished. Lady Knebsworth's carriage was also stopped by him. He made love to her while it traveled along. She said he pleasured her for a full hour. An hour, I tell you. How does he do it? She said it has ruined her. Her husband has not been able to bring her to climax since that day."

I swallowed, feeling my pussy grow wetter with each word these women uttered.

"But the man you've pointed out, the one by the mantelpiece, is Lord Finley. I cannot imagine he would need to rob women."

"Lady Knebsworth said she got a good look at his hands when she first met him this evening and told me there was no mistaking them. They were the very same fingers that took her to paradise."

"Perhaps he takes the jewelry as a bit of a lark," said Lady Selby.

"Lord Finley is an eligible bachelor, and it's beyond me why he needs to seduce women. Plenty of women would pay to be bedded by him."

"Some men like role-playing," said Lady Selby.

The women must have noticed me eavesdropping because they coughed and moved away.

I didn't need to hear more. After all, their conversation had intrigued me enough. I would find my cousin and discreetly ask about Lord Finley.

I found Neville by the buffet table.

"Ah, there you are, Ava. I haven't seen you all night. You must try these pastries. They are divine."

I took one just to please him. He was right. It was sweet, decadent, and delicious with its whipped cream and berry center.

"The men I saw you talking to earlier. Am I right in thinking one was Lord Finley?"

"Yes, that's correct."

"You know him well?"

"We've played cards a few times. I hunted with him once. And why, dear cousin, are you asking?"

"Sheer curiosity, so don't think I'm setting my cap at him. I am after all a widow with no plans to remarry."

I'm just looking for a man for sex, I wanted to add but knew my cousin shocked easily, especially on matters concerning women and pleasures of the flesh. We are from a sexually conservative family, but my husband taught me experimenting in the bedchamber was the most wonderful thing that could happen to a woman. He turned me from a naive virgin into a woman who seeks a good fuck at any opportunity. Perhaps tonight would be a lucky one for me.

"Maybe you can introduce me to him."

"Ah, so there is an interest?"

"He is a handsome man, and you know how I like to dance with a gorgeous partner."

"Besides your cousin." Neville smiled. If only he knew what I had in mind for Lord Finley. "Come along, we'll find him, and you'll get your introduction. After that, it's up to you to charm him like only you can."

Lord Finley was in conversation with none other than Lady Knebsworth.

"Sorry to interrupt you, Lady Knebsworth," said Neville. "But I want to introduce my cousin to Lord Finley."

She glared at me, turned on her heel, and left us alone.

"Finley, my cousin, Ava Farnsworth."

He had the deepest blue eyes I had ever seen. He raised my hand to his mouth and kissed it, letting his lips linger on my skin while not taking his eyes off me for a second.

"It's a pleasure to meet you."

I nodded.

"Well, now that you two are acquainted, I think I'll head back to the buffet table."

There was silence between us as my cousin walked away.

"Perhaps you would care to dance?" he asked, holding out his hand.

"I would be honored to."

I took his hand and allowed him to lead me to the dance floor.

There's nothing wonderful about widowhood, but it does have one advantage: I no longer need to keep my distance from my dance partner. No chaperones to make sure our bodies aren't introduced even by pure accident.

Lord Finley pulled me in close to him the moment we stepped onto the dance floor. His erect cock hit my belly. It was hard as he looked me in the eye. I made up my mind he would fuck me and soon.

"I couldn't help but notice you staring at me earlier."

"Why would that surprise you? You're a handsome man."

"There are quite a few fine-looking men in attendance here tonight, but I haven't seen you eye one of them, so why me?"

He grabbed my hand, spinning me around in time with the music.

I glanced at his hands and the fingers the ladies claimed had taken them to paradise. They were long, beautiful, and I imagined them buried in my pussy, teasing my clit until I could stand it no more.

He pulled me in close to his body again.

His cock, if I wasn't mistaken, had grown even harder.

"You look miles away, and I'm waiting for my answer."

"I was fascinated by what the ladies were saying about you."

"About me?" He raised his eyebrows. Surely he couldn't be surprised that women would talk, perhaps brag about their adventures with him.

"The word is you stop carriages, pleasure women, and then rob them of their jewelry."

He laughed. "It's no wonder I've been getting strange looks all evening."

"So you mean it isn't true?" My heart sank, thinking that perhaps the ladies did indeed have the wrong man.

"Why would I need to do that? I am rich enough that I don't have to resort to robbery on the highways."

"Perhaps you do it for a lark."

He spun me around and then pulled me in close, his cock pressing hard into my stomach.

"The pleasuring or the robbing?"

He grinned at me.

"I'm sorry to cut our dance short, but I suddenly remembered there is some urgent business I need to attend to. I hope I will see you again later this evening."

He walked away. My pussy was wet, hot, and it seemed I had worked myself up for nothing. Perhaps I shouldn't have been so forthright in telling him about what I'd overheard. I turned and decided to go outside for some fresh air. I stepped from the ballroom and headed down the path to the seat by the pond.

I sat noticing that the moon reflected on the water and caught sight of a couple across the way kissing. I closed my eyes. If only George had not gone out riding.

It had been raining hard, his horse lost its footing, and George was thrown onto a rock. He died instantly from a broken neck, the doctor had assured me. I never got to say good-bye to him. He left me comfortably well-off but had gotten me hooked on sex during our three years of marriage. Some days the need was unbearable. I would probably head home from the ball to the big, cold house, the huge bed that two people once occupied. I would crawl under the covers and resort to pleasuring myself as I had done the past few months. Now, almost on the point of tears, I felt someone touch my shoulder.

I looked up to see Lord Finley. He removed his jacket, placed it around my shoulders, and sat beside me.

"Are you sure you should be outside? There's a cold nip to the air."

"It was getting hot inside."

He put his hand on my knee. I closed my eyes.

"I must leave the party shortly, but I was just wondering if you're going on any trips in the near future."


"Yes, by road, in your carriage."

Did his question mean what I thought?

"I'm going to Bath the day after tomorrow."

He squeezed my knee. "Would it excite or scare you if a man stopped your carriage, jumped on board, and began to pleasure you?"

Juices began pumping at the mere thought of Lord Finley inside my carriage, inside my pussy, pleasuring me as I traveled to Bath.

"What do you think?"

"You strike me as the sort of woman who would be excited, but then again I could be wrong."

"There is only one way to find out."

He stood and pulled me to my feet. "I will bid you a good night. Take care on the road to Bath."

He lifted my hand to his mouth and kissed it.

I watched him walk away from me for the second time that night.

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