Royal Mistress: Book 2 - Love Aboard The HMS China Sea

Royal Mistress; Book 2, Love Aboard The HMS China Sea by Joan Russell, 10,465 words, Adult + In the First Royal Mistress Book: First Meeting, Hester of Cornwall falls in love with Prince Leopold Duke of Albany fourth son of Queen Victoria and, with the help of his best friend Henry Viscount of Bolingbrook, becomes his mistress. In Book 2 Hester and Bolingbrook marry and accompany Leopold on a trip to Canada during which they carry on their romantic threesome. Contents: Ménage a Trois, Anal Sex, Oral Sex, ball sucking, Double Penetration, Multiple Orgasms and more. All the characters in this story are over 18. Adult +

Sample

Hester stood by the bed waiting in the dress she had changed into for the trip from the reception. Since the weather was warm, she had chosen a simple gown of flower printed organdie that showed her tiny waist and ample breasts to perfection. Despite the promise of the body under the dress I could happily have stared at her fully clothed for an hour. I was not prepared when Hank grasped her décolletage and ripped the fragile fabric from her neck to half way down the skirt. The dress fell apart exposing the fact that she had not worn undergarments beneath it. I wondered if Hank had been made aware of that little detail before hand. It would have occupied all my attention on the trip had I been aware of what she had done. In an instant I felt my manhood jump to full alert.
Hester was so shocked by Hank’s action that she moved to cover her breasts and the triangle of blond curls that pointed like an arrow to the dampened flesh I so enjoyed. I jumped to my feet in protest.
Hank grasped the shoulders of the gown and ripped again. The rags fell in a tattered pile at Hester’s feet. Covering herself in frozen shock, she resembled a naked Joseph Durham marble. It could have been titled. “Beautiful Woman Turned To Stone.” Hank stood next to her roughly pulling the pins out of her hair and letting it fall like a blond veil down her back almost to her waist. Without speaking, he picked her up roughly in his arms and tossed her onto the bed. Neither Hester nor I no longer knew whether to laugh or protest. Both of us were breathing too hard with expectation to do much of anything.
To our great surprise Hank drew a shackle and chain from beneath the pillows at the head of the bed, grasped Hester’s slender arm and fastened her wrist to the bedstead with the wide metal clasp. Another shackle fixed her other wrist above her head in less than a moment.
“Hank!” I protested.
He ignored me.
Next he pulled a black mask from under a pillow and fastened it over Hester’s eyes. The mask bore no slits for her to see through so that anything else he and I initiated would come as a complete surprise to her. He turned to me and helped me undress. He rapidly undressed himself as well. Finally he turned and gestured for me to join him on the bed. When I didn’t move he gestured more dramatically.
It was then that I noticed the movement of Hester’s chest. Her breath was coming in gasps of passion. Her mouth was slightly opened as if waiting to be kissed. She was surprisingly and completely excited by Hank’s behavior made more exciting by the wait in the darkness.
I climbed onto the bed beside her. Hank crawled to her other side. I pressed my lips against hers and she moaned with excitement.