She nodded.
“Show me.”
She moved her hand, then lifted it up towards him.
He leaned forward, catching her sticky, wet digits into his mouth and sucking them clean. He released them with a pop.
“Tonight your lesson is to explore your body. When you slip into your bed, do so completely naked, feel the caress of the sheets against your sensitive skin. Touch your breasts, pinch your nipples. Bring your fingers between your thighs and touch that little nub until you come.”
“What does that have to do with me being a mistress?”
“You must be in charge of your own pleasure. A woman he demands to be pleasured rather than merely laying there and taking it is a far more interesting bed partner.”
She gasped. “The woman from earlier today said something very similar.”
“See, I know what I’m talking about. Make yourself come tonight. Then tomorrow night you can whisper to me about it in the dark confines of our opera box.” He stood, placing a kiss on her forehead. “Until tomorrow, lovely Agatha.”
14
Agatha was still uncertain why Sebastian had instructed her to meet him at the opera house. He had reserved a private box and told her that having people see her with him in public would only assist her in building her reputation as a mistress.
His argument held some merit, she supposed. Though shouldn’t she be looking for more affluent men who could offer her protection? Still the thought of being intimate with another man the way she’d been with Sebastian made her feel ill, but that was a concern for another day.
He’d escorted her to the box and they were waiting for the opera to begin. She’d only been to the opera one other time and she’d found it pleasurable enough though admittedly she’d preferred the theatre.
But as the lights dimmed, she found herself feeling on edge with anticipation. Something about sitting so close to Sebastian in this public setting.
He was so very handsome. Nearly every woman, young and old, turned to stare when he walked by. Their journey throughthe opera house lobby had turned heads. He was the very image of virility; tall and muscular with that square jawline hidden behind a day or two’s worth of whiskers. His perfectly full lips and those startling green eyes. Simply put, the man was beautiful. Though with his golden beauty, she’d wager he resembled more the Norse gods rather than a mortal man.
And he had a twin brother, he’d mentioned that. Though he said they looked nothing alike. Still, if there were two men this attractive in London, they would have their selection of whatever women they wanted.
He was here with her, though. She hated that that thought warmed her insides, but it did. She would not fool herself into believing this was special for him. He likely took all women he’s shared intimacies with to the theatre or the like. Being born on the wrong side of the blanket, as it were, meant he wouldn’t be welcomed into polite society. But a public outing such as this, his money worked just as well aristocratic money.
Felicity had suggested, as a mistress, she fall just a little bit in love with each man she took as a lover. The problem was, Agatha could see too many things to love about Sebastian, the least of which was his handsomeness.
Obviously, he was a gifted lover. Even without experiencing another man’s touch, she knew Sebastian’s would be different. Most of the men she’d met were far too selfish and self-absorbed to be as dedicated to their partner’s pleasure the way he was.
He had a lovely sense of humor. She’d never expected to laugh during intimate activities, but she legitimately had fun with him. Judging from the way he’d assisted two elderly women up the stairs of the opera house, he was also kind. She’d watched a handful of “gentlemen” walk right past the two women without a second glance.
Sebastian, though, had helped her to the top, then immediately marched down the stairs to aide them.
“Little dover,” he breathed into her ear. Gooseflesh covered her body and her nipples pebbled beneath the many layers of her clothes.
What would he think if he knew she’d been sitting here mentally extolling his virtues. She was a ninny.
“Can you see any of the other people in the boxes around us?”
She squinted and peered into the darkness. With the lights on the stage, it was nearly impossible to see anything around her. She turned to whisper to his ear, but nearly crashed right into his face he was so close to her. She licked her lips. “I don’t think so. Who am I supposed to be looking for?”
“No one. Not being able to see anyone is the very point. Now we’re going to play a game.” The deep timbre of his voice was like the finest of silk against her skin.
“I don’t think we can play a game in here. We won’t be able to hear one another very well.” Did people normally play games at the opera?
“Yes, lovely Agatha, we can. Now then, I’m going to do something to as you. Your duty is to be still and as quiet as you can. Do you think you can do that?”
“I don’t know.” Nerves skittered through her body, though she felt no fear. She trusted him implicitly. “What are you going to do to me?”
“It’s a surprise.” He leaned closer and placed several heated kisses along her neck, just below her ear.