The Perfect Mistress

Ch. 7 The Invitation

The Duke paced his room. He has removed his dinner coat and cravat, but not undressed yet. He had dismissed his tired valet, assuring him that he could undress himself.

His mind was on Hannah. At the end of dinner, she whispered something about the prettiest rosebud which can only be viewed from her room in the east tower.

Was it an invitation to her bed? He debated with himself. Is it some kind of trap to lure him into matrimony?

He decided to take a walk to clear his mind. His unwilling feet took him towards the east tower and end up in front of the door of the only bedchamber in the east tower.

He slowly opened the door and found himself entering a very comfortable bedchamber, warm from a blazing fire in the fireplace.

Across the room on a sette, sat Hannah. She had changed her usual button-up attire into a light dress of white silk. The dress had a Grecian look, sleeveless, so thin and transparent it covered nothing underneath.

Upon him entering the room, she rose and glide towards him. Her gown swayed softly, displaying her generous breast with pink pointed nipples and the rounded curves of her hip.

He lost for words, intent on devouring the sights in front of him, conscious of his manhood demanding to be release from its restraints.

"Your Grace, I've been waiting for you," murmured Hannah.

The Duke found his voice.

"Is this an act to entrap me into marrying you?" he said accusingly.

Hannah's face looked hurt. She turned away from him, displaying her perfectly rounded backside beyond the thinness of her gown. The Duke swallowed.

"You have offended me with the question, Your Grace. I have told you I do not intend to marry. You have asked to be my friend. Surely friends would be trustful and would not lie to each other?"

The Duke walked over to Hannah, reached out her shoulder and turned her back facing him.

"I am sorry, please forgive me. I want you so much it kills me to even think you only wanted me for my title."

"And I want you too, Your Grace."

"Please, just Douglas. In private I am Douglas to you...Hannah."

"Yes, Douglas."

Douglas held Hannah's face with two hands and bent down to kiss her lips. Slowly at first, exploring the softness of her lips, then more demanding and forceful.

His hands went to slide her dress from her shoulder. It fell down and pooled at her feet, leaving her completely naked.

Douglas held her close, their bodies and lips locked to each other. Hannah felt his hard and raging cock and begin grinding against it. Her free hand unbuttoned his shirt. Once shirtless, she ran her hands on his skin feeling his muscled chest and flat stomache. She brushed her lips on him, kissing all over his chest.

Their lips apart as he explored her neck, his hand rubbing her back and down to her rump. Then he found his way to her breast, sighing as he started to massage it.

Hannah arched her back, so he could have full access to her breast. He pinched one nipples while nibbling on the other. Holding the nipple between his thumb and first finger, he started rolling it, sending a wave of pleasure through Hannah's body.