Chapter 6
In delicate matters with the potential of changing his fortunes markedly, Edward employed the same strategy he brought to all of his affairs.
He ignored them.
Thus, it was not until two weeks later that he walked into the Netherwallop townhouse after the well-favored footman he’d met earlier delivered a missive from Miss Arden.
Her ladyship’s courses arrived last week. You’ll need to try again.
So his breeding had not taken the first time. No matter, he could stick his cock in a beautiful woman for as long as it took to get her with child.
Edward waved off the butler attempting to direct him to a sitting room. He had a special invitation of a most enticing sort in his paw, and he was not about to be denied entrée to the bower of sapphic pleasures promised by Miss Arden.
When you reach our rooms, knock on the door twice, then scratch three times. If you then watch through the keyhole, you might see something interesting indeed. -H
In truth, his cock had been in a state of perpetual interest since reading those words, imagining the ladies in a garden wearing naught but flower crowns and gauzy shifts that blew away on a gentle breeze the moment he wished to see more.
Edward sighed and ran up the stairs to the viscountess’s apartment. He was running hot, like an experimental engine bound to explode.
At the door, he completed the required sequence of knocks and scratches, then bent to watch at the keyhole like a character in a pornographic novel to see what transpired between the ladies.
With her skirts spread becomingly and a needlework frame before her, Calista was already seated on the divan. Edward wondered if she knew he was outside watching her, but he noticed her eyes darting to the door as if she couldn’t stop thinking about him observing the room. Very nice.
When Edward resolved to knock again so that he might join, Miss Arden appeared at Calista’s side. She stroked her mistress’s hair until the viscountess tipped her head back.
Edward kept his hand on his cock, motionless, and prayed that no one would find him peeping through the keyhole like a debauchee. Yet the fear of discovery made his blood run hotter, as did pretending he observed the ladies without their knowledge.
Harriet, that minx, had pulled her bodice down enough to remove a breast, which she offered for Calista’s delectation. Miss Arden wasn’t gentle; she pressed her full swell into Calista’s face and nose, keeping the nipple lodged between her lips.
And that was when Edward heard footsteps on the stairs. He had to race down the hall and tuck himself into a room with an unlocked door until the danger had passed.
After a few minutes, he looked out to check if the hallway was clear. What he found instead was a maid watching through the very keyhole he’d been enjoying, one hand tucked in her bodice and the other rubbing frantically betwixt her thighs as she presumably watched the ladies pleasure each other.
“Might I be of assistance?” asked Edward, immediately behind the little voyeur, who almost certainly had not received a written invitation to the show.
She turned with a look of horror on her face until she realized it was Edward who had caught her. “Oh, Dick Stone,” she gasped.
He bowed in greeting and looked through the keyhole to see what Calista and Harriet had gotten up to. Now, Miss Arden had both breasts out, and Calista was gathering her skirts. Very promising indeed.
Edward felt a hand on his falls.
“Might I be of help, my lord?” asked the maid.
Now, Edward was not one to meddle with servants, especially in a house owned by his own family. But when a comely little thing asks so nicely to service one’s cock, it’s difficult to send her back to scouring. He had plenty for her to scour right here.
“Perhaps you’d like to bend over and let me feel between your thighs?” he asked in a most gentlemanly fashion.
“Would I ever,” said the lass, lusty as they came. She bent at the waist, ready for a frolic. He had her drawers about her knees, which were already slick with her juices, and then slid two fingers into her hot little cunt.
“You like watching your mistress get fucked by her companion?” asked Edward, thrusting at a pace that, if he knew anything about pussy, would make the maid shake like Lisbon in the last century.
“They fuck each other all the time,” the lass whispered, her Cockney accent escaping the thin veneer of gentility she’d affected before.
“Then aren’t you a lucky little slut, getting to watch them,” he said, pressing on the place he knew would make her wail.
The girl grasped the doorknob as her paroxysm made her knees tremble and cunt grow wetter.
“They’re right about you, Dick Stone,” she moaned as he stroked her through the last of it. “Are you going to get a baby on me? I’m ready for you.”
He nodded no, laughing at her presumption. As if he’d trade the chance at a life of leisure for a quick hallway fuck! But he knew better than to let a lass down.
“I’m afraid my services and seed are engaged for today,” he said. “But you could polish the knob.”
The maid glanced at the pristine doorknob, already buffed to a shine.
“Not that one,” said Edward, undoing his falls and taking out his cock as he settled in to watch the show at the keyhole. “This one.”
***
When Miss Arden opened the door and found Edward with his cock lodged in a maid’s mouth, she was gracious enough to direct her eyes to the heavens and let him in.
“Miss Arden,” he said while tucking himself back into his smalls. “Might I ask why you ladies have consented to this breeding scheme? I truly have no desire to importune her ladyship.”
“What are you two whispering about?” asked Calista from the divan, looking deliciously rumpled.
“I simply wished to confirm that you consent to this exercise, my lady. You seem to get on well without me.”
The two women exchanged amused glances.
“Well, except for the seed necessary to make a baby, we do rather have everything we need,” replied Calista.
“Do you want to make an heir?” asked Edward, confused, but feeling that some great enlightenment was just around the corner.
“Your brother has offered me a contract of my own,” she said. “An heir will allow me, the children, and Miss Arden to move to the country. And I needn’t tolerate his attentions ever again.”
Damn and blast, what had he walked into?
“So you’re accepting this farce simply because you’d like to live outside London?” he asked, his temper rising. He didn’t feel any sort of paternal responsibility for his offspring, but this was really too much.
“We can’t make one without you,” said Miss Arden. “We are in love, but we need your help.”
“My babies thus far have been my husband’s,” said Calista. “The idea of making a baby with…”
“A stud,” supplied Edward, not wanting to hear the other words she could call him.
“Yes, the idea of a stud stepping in to provide the seed made us feel like it might finally be our baby,” said Calista. Miss Arden came to Calista’s side and took her arm as if they drew strength from each other.
“In cases where devoted lovers must create a child with assistance, there are ways to involve both parties in the breeding,” said Edward, reciting from memory. “I have first-hand knowledge that it has been done in the best households for this very purpose.”