Page 1 of Isabelle (Virtue & Vice #5)

In which our science-inclined hero tests a new machine on his wife…

At their townhouse in London one afternoon, Isabelle had retired to her own rooms for a fortifying afternoon nap. The lady’s suite was rarely used, mostly to store her excess clothing and the extravagant styles Silas insisted upon buying for her. His factory was humming along, and while they hadn’t found any mass buyers for his engine, leasing the patents had brought in a steady stream of income.

Today, her husband was downstairs tinkering with a secret device. Isabelle stretched languidly. Sleep lingered pleasantly in her body. She sat up when the door opened and Silas said, “Good. You’re awake.”

“Did you miss me?” she teased. He sat on the edge of the bed and kissed her forehead. A long rectangular black box rested on his knees.

“I’ve been waiting for you to wake up so that I could show you this.” One side of his mouth was tucked up in a smirk.

“What is it?”

“A gift.”

“For me?”

“No, for Winters,” he deadpanned. “Open it, and you’ll discover just how outrageous that joke was.”

Intrigued, Isabelle tucked her fine blond hair behind her ear before removing the lid. She burst out laughing. “You’re not serious.”

“It’s an anniversary gift,” he said. “In honor of the dildo you showed me at Belladonna’s House of Virtue.”

“I’m touched,” she said. Truly, this gift was thoughtful, if scandalous.

“Not yet,” he said, cupping her cheek. “I want you to test it out.”

“Right now?” Isabelle asked, her pulse skipping.

“No time like the present,” he said with a wicked grin.

She fluffed two pillows into a heap and lay back. “Wait.” Holding up one finger, she sat up, kicked back the coverlet, and stripped her shift over her head. Naked, she lay back down. Heat flared in her husband’s eyes.

Still her favorite word in all the world. Huzzband.

“Hmm. What shall I do with this?” she asked, holding the device to her lips. He’d wrought an obscenely large example. Her core pulsed in anticipation of how it would feel going into her. But first, she ran her tongue over the rounded tip. “You made this quite realistic.”

His eyes followed her motion. Again, she swirled her tongue. Silas brought his fingers to the top button of his shirt and slipped it free. Isabelle gave him a knowing smile and continued to lick the dildo.

Inch by inch, the creamy lawn parted to reveal the expanse of his naked chest. She watched with interest as his trousers tented visibly. To torment him, she trailed the device down her chin and nestled it between her breasts and was rewarded with his low groan.

“You’re killing me, little bog witch.”

She smiled at that.

“Here. Let me show you something.” He bent forward and twisted the base. A low vibration surprised her into fumbling the thing. Silas retrieved it from her stomach and dragged it over her stomach, past the fine blond nest at the apex of her thighs, and touched it to her clit. She tightened with a gasp.

“Like it?” he asked..

“Yes,” she panted, squirming to get closer contact. “Please.”

Silas bent his head and replaced the vibrating device with his wicked, wonderful tongue. She let her knees fall wide. The blunt intrusion into her slick passage tickled at first. Her mouth hung open in wonderment as sensations crashed over her. Breath caught in her lungs.

Slowly, he eased the machine into her tight, slick passage. Pleasure coiled tighter and tighter. Once he’d stretched her enough to take it, he increased the vibration speed and applied his tongue diligently.

Her pleasure crested, pulsing through her with a low moan.

Silas slowly withdrew the implement from her. Tiny pulsing ticks kept surging up her core. “You liked it?”

“As if you need to ask.”

He beamed. “Good. We’re not done with you yet.” Her husband shucked his pants and crawled onto the bed, his cock already weeping from the slit. He knelt between her thighs and draped her legs over his.

“We?”

“I think this deserves a name, don’t you?”

“Zeus,” Isabelle said instantly, the name popping into her mind like a bolt of lightning. “His name is Zeus.”

“Appropriate, considering what antics the god was said to get up to.” Silas slicked the head of his cock along her wet pussy. His real flesh felt so much better than the dildo. Her insides felt slightly bruised from the size of the device and the force of her resulting orgasm. But he had other uses for his invention.

First he touched it to her clit, watching in fascination as Isabelle’s back arched. She squeezed her breasts, watching through slitted vision as his eyes roamed her body. Laid out like his own personal feast. He moved her legs to his shoulders, giving himself more space to move. He hit precisely that angle he knew she liked, and Isabelle’s body tightened around him in response.

“Yes, Silas,” she gasped. “Like that. Oh, God, just like that.”

Mercilessly, he turned up the speed on his toy and pressed it hard to her clit. She tried to resist the need to break again, already—to wait for him to catch up—but her body wanted everything he had to give her. She climaxed again, and again, until she could take no more and begged him to finish.

“Please, Silas,” she whimpered breathlessly. “I need you to?—”

He bent forward, bracing on his free arm and pushing her knees almost to her shoulders. Folding her in half as he fucked her mercilessly. His ragged panting ended in a grunt and warm liquid pulsed into her. Almost too spent to respond, she rallied for a fourth time and broke around his cock.

They lay in one another’s arms, Zeus forgotten as Silas kissed her for a long time.

“Does my lady approve of our companion?” he asked. His skin was damp and a tendril of hair stuck to his temple.

“Very much.” She reached for the abandoned device and turned it on, thinking. “You know, we could sell these.”

His laughter shook his shoulders.

“I’m serious.”

“I know you are, little bog witch. How? To whom?”

“Doctors, perhaps. For treating hysteria. It’s light and portable. If there’s a way to recharge it, I could see considerable interest there.”

“True.” Silas rolled onto his back, reclaiming the toy and turning it off and on. The vibration had nearly died. She would have to ask him how he powered it. Batteries, most likely. Lately, he’d become interested in them as an energy source for his precious engines. “We can’t sell them publicly without incurring Her Majesty’s wrath. But what about private sales?”

Isabelle hmed thoughtfully. “Rose and Belladonna would no doubt be able to find buyers amongst the ton. Tulip would have contacts in the flesh trade, too.” She kissed his shoulder. “I think this has potential, my love. Both in and out of the bedroom.”

“I love the way your mind works, darling wife.” He chuckled, abandoned the dildo, and kissed her breathless.