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slit, and Cordova licked the mushroom head, tasting
his creamy saltiness. She smiled as he gave a full-body shudder,
realizing suddenly that she held an enormous amount of power in her
hand. She could make him beg just as he had made her do so.
    She licked the
underside of his shaft, dragging her tongue from base to tip, then
swirling it around the mushroom head. His fingers tightened in her
hair, urging her forward, but she resisted, continuing to tongue him
relentlessly without actually taking him into her mouth.
    “ Woman,”
Lyon finally growled. “If you don’t cease this torment, I
will pull you over my knee and spank you.”
    The image those
words conjured was evocative rather than threatening, and Cordova had
to fight back a giggle at the note of desperation in his voice. He
didn’t quite beg, but then he was the King. She would take what
she could get.
    Smiling, she gave
one last lick to the head, and then slid him into her mouth whole.
Lyon’s deep groan was so filled with lust that she shivered
involuntarily. His shaft pulsed hotly inside her mouth, and she began
sucking, dragging her lips up and down his full length, delighting in
the flavor of not only him, but herself.
    “ Gods, yes.”
Lyon fisted her long, dark hair as he watched her suck his shaft
hungrily. He was riveted by her jewel-bright eyes that watched him
with a mixture of amusement and desire as she worked her tongue, lips
and teeth on him. Soon he was gripping her temples and pumping his
hips, thrusting into her mouth. She took him without complaint,
fondling his sac with one hand as she pleasured him, and soon he was
shouting her name, spewing his hot seed into her mouth.
    Cordova swallowed
every last drop, then sat back on her heels and wiped her lips from
her fingertips. The look of pure rapture on the King’s face
swelled her with desire. She’d never thought to feel so smug or
accomplished about bringing a man to such pleasure. Was this why
mistresses were so willing to lie between the sheets with a man they
could not marry? No, surely not. Some of the men she’d seen at
court were homely as sin— they had nothing to offer a woman
besides their vast coffers.
    “ For a
virgin,” Lyon said as he pulled his hose up. “You are
remarkably skilled.”
    Cordova lifted a
shoulder. “When one lives in the country, the innocence of the
mind is quickly lost. I have heard enough about the act to get an
idea of how it is done.”
    Lyon chuckled. “Such
a… clinical way of putting it. Were you not writhing in my
arms a scant few minutes ago, begging for me to give you release?”
    Cordova blushed, and
said nothing, rising to her feet and smoothing her dress around her
hips, obscuring her lovely body once again. He frowned.
    “ Will you
really refuse the garments I have provided you?” he inquired.
“I really do loathe that dress.”
    Cordova lifted a
shoulder. “I might consider wearing them… under one
condition.”
    Lyon raised a brow.
“And that would be?” Normally he wouldn’t consider
her demands, but he was in good spirits just now.
    “ I…
there is not very much to do here,” Cordova admitted. “I
should like some books to read, or some cloth and a needle and thread
to embroider with. Anything to alleviate the tedium during your
absences.
    The King frowned. He
certainly did not want her to be idle—unoccupied women could
become dangerous. “I will arrange something for you.”

    ****
    The next morning,
after Cordova had dressed and broken her fast, she entered the
drawing room to discover a pleasant surprise—an entire shelf
had been installed next to the piano, crammed full of books. Her
heart swelled with joy as she rushed over to inspect them—there
was some of everything, from philosophical texts to encyclopedias to
poetry.
    “ Oh, this is
wonderful,” she breathed, pulling out a leather bound with
gilded pages. She took several books from the shelf and brought them
with her to the settee, where she was greeted by