Thea awoke the next morning with a fuzzy head, no notion of where she was, and an underlying feeling of panic. Clutching the coverlet around her bare shoulders, she blinked until the heavily carved bedposts and red draperies surrounding her came into focus.

Ingram Hall.

She was safe. Sighing with relief, Thea stretched languorously under the slick satin sheets. The fabric slipped seductively over her naked body. She squirmed in pleasure then felt a stickiness between her legs.

Good Lord! Thea bolted upright as dream fused with reality and the memory of three men in the woods, and what they had done to her, filled her mind and shocked her senses.

Tentatively, Thea touched herself and found her most private place coated with a viscous substance. It hadn't been a dream. Her muddled thoughts anchored on another realization. The drink she'd been given had definitely modified her perception.

Miss Rose had provided a means to awaken passion by altering reality, combining carnal pleasure with dreamlike bliss.

Her mind fully clear now, Thea's face heated at the memory of those three lusty males pleasuring her simultaneously.

Then shame replaced pleasure when she remembered how much she'd wanted it--been lost in the sensations--and how that reflected on her wanton nature.

How could she love Jordan and enjoy the attentions of other men? But hadn't he said whatever pleasure she derived from this experience would only serve to enhance what they had together?

No, Jordan would not be upset by her behavior. He had understood her underlying passions much better than she had herself.

Thea stared at the carvings on her bed with new appreciation. The images had come alive last night and captured her in their sensual milieu.

If she closed her eyes she remembered the feel of that thrusting penis within her, the feel of that talented tongue teasing and probing forbidden places on her body . . . and cum slick over her breasts.

She looked down and saw the dried residue of spent male seed on her chest. She needed a bath.

Thea got out of bed with a groan and a sigh. She wanted to be fully awake for her next lesson, of this she was certain.

Sunlight filtering through the drapes at the window indicated it was past daybreak. She put on her robe and was about to ring for breakfast, when the door opened and Lucy hurried into the room with an armful of towels followed by two burley men carrying buckets of steaming water.

"You've read my mind," Thea said.

"We bathe twice daily here, Lady Blanchard," Lucy said, folding the towels neatly on a chair near the copper tub.

"Twice?" Thea asked. She had always been one for cleanliness, but had never felt the need to bathe more than once a day.

"Yes, dear, twice," Miss Rose said from the open doorway. The elegant mistress of Ingram Hall crossed the room and gave Thea a motherly peck on the cheek.

"You will learn the pleasures of the flesh are enhanced when the participants' natural body scents mingle with the aroma of fine soaps and subtle perfumes."

"I find that I am in dire need of a bath this morning, much to my surprise," Thea said, smiling.

"You are smiling, indeed. That is a good sign," Miss Rose said. "I was afraid you might worry overmuch when you realized your dream had been real after all."

"Worry?"

"We sometimes employ coitus interruptus, but that is not always desirous in sexual forays, and used alone not foolproof. So I took it upon myself to ensure there would be no unwanted results from your week's stay with us."

Thea frowned. "What--what type of unwanted results?" she asked cautiously.

"Well, dear, to be perfectly blunt, we make use of rue and pennyroyal to ensure our female client's courses continue uninterrupted."

"Courses . . ." Thea repeated lamely. Was she hearing correctly? They could control this?

Miss Rose smiled kindly. "A little useful herb steeped in tea daily is rather effective. Wine will do, but a warm tea is best. I am not in the business of breeding bastards at Ingram Hall."

Thea tried to hide her discomfort with Rose's indelicate speech. She should, after all, understand her own body. But with all the excitement of the last couple days the thought of becoming pregnant just hadn't occurred to her until this moment.

"So my wine last night--"

"Yes, laced with herbal remedies. One to release you inhibitions, and pennyroyal to prevent conception," Miss Rose finished for her.

Thea had a sudden, awful thought. "Can I become--with child later--if I wish it?" she demanded.

"Oh, my heavens yes, Thea. I had not intended to frighten you. The remedy is temporary."

Thank God, Thea thought with relief. The desire to have a baby--a baby with Jordan--overwhelmed her the second she imagined being damaged by the herbs. She was truly adrift on the sea of love.

When the two footmen had warmed the tub water, they left the room with polite nods and one even winked at her. Typical of the other males she'd encountered at Ingram Hall, this man was fine of form and very pleasing to look at. Thea could not help noticing the large bulge straining the seams of his tight fitting trousers.

Servants did not flirt with their employees. Servants did not walk around blatantly aroused. These were no ordinary servants, Thea mused in delight.

"As promised, I have come to collect you at ten o'clock," Miss Rose said. "Since this is your first morning you'll be allowed to break your fast and have a refreshing bath a little later than planned. You will be shown to the kitchen after you've made your toilette."
"We dine in the kitchen?" Thea asked, taken aback by the lack of protocol.

The other woman smiled slyly. "You do, Thea. Only for today." And without further explanation, she left Thea and Lucy.

"M'lady, if you please," Lucy said, indicating the steaming tub.

Mavis immediately came to mind and Thea wondered if Lucy would prove as skillful in the arts of the bath. She was not disappointed.

Soon her body was being massaged and caressed with lightly scented soap and warm, firm hands. But this time Thea reveled in the girl's touch, unafraid of the sensations and unashamed of her naked body. She would be open to everything if she could. She was determined not shy away from pleasure in any form.

When Lucy's hands dipped beneath the surface of the water to cleanse Thea's hips and thighs, Thea sighed aloud at the wonderful feelings the girl's touch evoked. The now-familiar flutter in her belly excited her and her breathing quickened.

"Miss Rose encourages spontaneity at all times, m'lady. Anything you want, you need only ask. I am happy to accommodate you," Lucy said sweetly.

She marveled at the young girl's composure and confidence. Thea was so new to the pleasure's of the flesh she wasn't sure what to ask for. "I have never--never--" She faltered then, feeling ridiculous.

"You have never been with a woman," Lucy said simply. Then she pressed her soapy hand over Thea's mound, teasing her thatch of curls with gentle fingers.

"Oh," Thea gasped.

Lucy was very close to her, their faces only inches apart. Thea stared into the girl's eyes and saw encouragement and arousal.

Barely able to breathe, she cast her eyes down and watched Lucy's fingers stroke her aroused cleft beneath the sweet-smelling water. The sight nearly undid her.

"We will take it slowly. No need to explore all our secrets on the first morn," Lucy whispered. "Your passions are obvious, m'lady. My own body is responding in kind."

Lucy's words played havoc with Thea's emotions. She wanted more. She rocked her hips and squirmed against Lucy's hand. It felt so good.

Lucy stopped her ministrations and sat back. "We have time for a bit more before you're wanted in the kitchen if you like," she offered.

Thea had no idea what "a bit more" might include, but she definitely wanted whatever Lucy would give.

"All right," Thea said urgently, desperate to abate the throbbing tension in her slick furrow.

Lucy stood and slowly undressed. She had a youthful, firm body and smooth skin. Her coloring was similar to Thea's but her breasts were slightly smaller and very appealing.

The rosy disks surrounding Lucy's pert nipples were large and Thea couldn't help staring blatantly at the alluring sight.

Lucy knelt next to the tub again with her knees slightly apart. She dropped one hand to her own nest of curls and deftly parted her slick folds and began rubbing her clitoris. With the other hand she reached out and gently grazed Thea's breasts with the tips of her fingers.

Thea arched into the touch, moaning with desire. She couldn't tear her gaze away from Lucy's lusty self-pleasuring. The girl's juices trickled between her fingers and her pubic curls glistened with moisture.

"Will you touch me?" Lucy asked.

Thea could only manage a nod. Slowly, she reached for Lucy's smooth, creamy breast. Lucy's nipples hardened immediately at the intimate contact and she leaned closer, encouraging Thea to continue.

Thea's curiosity and her aching need led her. She gently pinched one nipple, amazed at how quickly it pebbled beneath her touch. Then Lucy did the same to her.

Thea was dizzy with sensation. She closed her eyes and ran her hands over the contours of Lucy's firm flesh, kneading her breasts gently but urgently. The faint smell of lilac swirled through the steam-dampened air.

"Will you taste me?" Lucy asked in a throaty whisper.

"Yes," Thea answered without hesitation. She opened her eyes and found Lucy smiling. Her breathing had altered to small, panting wisps of air.

With solemn respect for Lucy's ripe offering, Thea took the young woman's breast in both hands and lowered her head. Tentatively, Thea brushed her lips over a pert, rosy bud.

Lucy's nipple was puckered and firm and Thea ventured a taste with the tip of her tongue. Sweet. When Lucy moaned for the first time, Thea dropped all pretense and drew the girl's nipple deeply into her mouth and laved it eagerly with her tongue.

She suckled and tugged gently, savoring the feel of a woman's nipple in her mouth, marveling at how natural it felt to do it.

Thea ran her tongue down the valley between Lucy's breasts and gave the other nipple its due. She laved and kissed and suckled, shocked by her own appetite for another woman.

Lucy pressed herself frantically into Thea's mouth, her excitement palpable. "That's it, yes," she murmured.

Then Lucy returned her attention to exploring Thea's throbbing, swollen cleft. The girl's nimble fingers parted Thea's slick folds and quickly found her sensitive clitoris.

Thea broke away from Lucy's breast and practically arched out of the tub. "Oh--oh." She could not get enough. She was spiraling toward climax and followed eagerly.

Thea instinctively spread her legs as far as the tub would allow. Lucy slid a finger deep inside Thea's tight, slippery vagina and pumped it back and forth. She sent Thea over the edge when she put her mouth to Thea's breast, and took a turn suckling.

Thea bucked against Lucy's hand and thrust her breasts forward to give the girl better access. When she climaxed, she writhed in the water, dousing the floor and Lucy in the process. Thea cried out as the waves of pleasure shook her body.

Then all too suddenly, it stopped.

Lucy had stepped away and came back with a towel. "Dry off, m'lady," she said quickly. "It is time for you to go now."

Lucy stood again, glorious in her naked beauty, and urgently fondled her own engorged slit. She stood rigid, legs slightly apart, and slipped two fingers deeply inside her vagina.

Thea was mesmerized watching another woman touch herself with such bold strokes. Lucy ran the pad of her thumb over her swollen pink clitoris, which protruded proudly from her damp curls.

"You want me to go--now?" Thea rasped out, still burning with desire and not eager to stop yet.

"It is time for your next lesson," Lucy said, working her fingers more diligently. "Your clothing is behind the screen where you may dress. Miles will escort you to the kitchen in a moment."

As if on cue, a man entered the room without knocking. He was long and lean and finely muscled. Thea could plainly see all his masculine glory because he wore nothing more than a towel wrapped around his waist. He was dark and beautiful.

"Behind the screen," Lucy repeated, still pleasuring herself wantonly, much to the delight of the man in the room. He eyed the young maid as if she were a tasty morsel he would love to devour.

Thea quickly stepped from the tub, embarrassed suddenly by her own nakedness, and moved behind the screen. She dried herself off and picked up the gown selected for her. She realized it was little more than a shadow of a respectable dress.

As Thea pondered the fact that no undergarments had been laid out for her, the sound of gasps and moans filled the room. Thea couldn't help herself. She peaked around the dressing screen.

Lucy lay straining on the bed, her legs spread wide. Miles, kneeling on all fours between her open thighs, licked her glistening, pink furrow with his tongue!

Miles had shed his towel and his splendid, rigid manhood took Thea's breath away. His firm buttocks clenched and pumped as he plundered Lucy's wet pussy with his mouth.

It was the picture on her bedroom door come to life!

Miles's parted Lucy's swollen petals with his fingers and dipped his tongue into her juices, tasting and licking every tender fold.

When his tongue flicked over her clitoris, then settled on the little nub relentlessly, Lucy responded with a keening wail that sent shivers down Thea's spine.

Thea thought she would die on the spot. She wanted that! She wanted a man to taste her, to devour her.

She quickly dressed in the loose-fitting gown and left the room before Miles and Lucy could come up for air. She would find her own way to the kitchen and hope to God someone was waiting there to appease her insatiable need.

After inquiring about the kitchen's whereabouts from a woman dressed similarly to herself, Thea finally found the room by following her nose. The aroma of freshly baked bread and bacon and eggs filled her head and made her mouth water. She realized she was quite ravenous.

Thea expected to find a bustling staff. A house this large with so many occupants would require an ample kitchen with many skilled employees.

What she found was an expensively outfitted kitchen with all the latest culinary accessories and a full larder visible through another open door--but no staff, save one.

He stood in the middle of the room, bare-chested with a plain white apron wrapped around his hips. His bronzed skin was the picture of health and his ebony hair shimmered in the dim morning light.

Thea's eyes followed the line of that alluring male hair from the crisp thatch on his muscled chest, down the taut planes of his belly, disappearing like a line on a map to the treasure beneath the white cloth covering his loins.

When he looked up she froze. His gaze bored into her like a hot brand. His stance and presence exuded masculine power.

"It is near eleven, my lady. I have been waiting for you."

Thea stared, dumbstruck. The man was pouring heavy cream into a bowl from a huge milking jug. His muscular arms lifted the heavy canister with ease. Bulging muscles rippled with every movement he made.

He looked up at her, she was still standing in the doorway like a fool, and he smiled. "I'm Dominic. You and I will be eating breakfast together, Lady Blanchard."

Thea's hopes fell. She wanted much more than breakfast. Tension thrummed through her body and she didn't think she'd be able to sit through a heavy meal and polite banter.

He must have sensed her frustration because he chuckled softly. "Perhaps your appetite craves something other than food, miss?" The look in his eyes told her he knew full well what she wanted.

Thea blushed despite her anticipation. This was going to be more than an ordinary meal. "I--I find that my appetites are great this morning, Dominic," she said breathlessly.

"Then you have come to the right place."

He walked from behind the great work table in the center of the kitchen and motioned for her to come closer. The front of his apron tented over his obvious erection.

Thea felt light-headed. The overwhelming array of sexual stimuli and lack of food in her stomach nearly caused her to swoon.

"May I call you Thea?" he asked.

Before she could answer, he took her hand in his and pressed her palm to his lips. His kiss, gentle and warm, blazed a trail of liquid fire from her palm to the tips of her breasts and down to her pulsing sex.

"What . . ."

"May I call you Thea?" he repeated. With excruciating care he slipped her first finger into the hot, wet depths of his talented mouth and stroked it with his tongue.

"Yes," Thea finally answered. Her heart hammered in her chest. Every nerve ending sizzled beneath her skin.

He slid her finger out of his mouth and lowered her hand to the fabric covering his erection.

"Are you willing to take chances, Thea?" he asked, pressing her hand firmly against the rigid evidence of his arousal. He felt like steel beneath her touch. She shivered.

"I--I think so," she said. She was tempted to reach beneath the barrier of cloth to feel his flesh, but she waited for his lead.

Before she knew what he was about, Dominic lifted her effortlessly onto the table. He positioned her legs out in front of her then pushed her back gently until she was laying flat on the well-worn surface.

"We will feast on each other for sustenance, if you will allow it," he said with a challenge in his voice. "Your beauty is an aphrodisiac I find most alluring. I want to take my fill of you."

Thea inhaled soft, quick breaths of air, afraid to speak, afraid it might break the spell of the moment. All she could do was nod her assent and wait.

"Ah, my deepest desire has been granted," Dominic said huskily. "Now let me prepare to eat."

He took his place next to the bowl of cream and began stirring the frothy contents briskly. Beads of sweat glistened his brow and the sight of his strong arms whipping the cream took Thea's breath away.

After agonizing minutes, the cream had set to a firm consistency. "Are you ready to be tasted, Thea?"

"Yes," she practically cried out. Her body begged for his touch. She wanted Dominic to appease her the way Miles had satisfied Lucy, and she wanted it now!

With deliberate care, Dominic slowly drew her gown up the length of her body. With each passing inch, the flimsy fabric brushed against her skin with exquisite torture. She lifted her arms and allowed him to pull the garment over her head.

Thea lay before him, naked and tingling, helpless with desire.

"You are beautiful," he whispered. "I cannot wait any longer, Thea. I must partake of you."

Dominic untied his apron and let it fall to the ground. His massive cock jutted from a thatch of dark pubic hair--the treasure revealed.

He was so close. Thea could feel the heat from his body on her face, could smell his high state of arousal. His male essence, a pearl droplet at the tip of his penis, tempted her tongue. She licked her lips, wanting to taste it.

"Not yet, my beauty." He smiled knowingly and scooped up some of the whipped cream. "I have a man's ravenous hunger for a woman that will not be denied any longer."

He spooned the cool, thick cream onto one of her sensitive breasts, then the other. Thea closed her eyes and let herself drown in sensation. The cream settled pleasantly over her nipples and she arched her back, urging him to taste.

"In a moment, my sweet," he murmured.

With her eyes still closed, Thea wondered what he would do next. When his warm hand nudged her thighs apart, she almost climaxed in anticipation.

With firm but gentle force, Dominic parted her legs wide and dropped a dollop of whipped cream directly onto her nest of curls. The cool, heavy cream oozed over her aching, engorged folds and the sensation made her moan in pure bliss.

"Now I am ready to break my fast," Dominic whispered.

Thea opened her eyes to watch him, holding her breath. Dominic moved to the end of the table by her feet and grabbed her ankles, pulling her legs until she slid down the table toward him.

When her bottom was close to the edge, he bent her knees high and spread her legs wide until she was completely exposed, open and vulnerable before him.

Her own slick juices mingled with the heavy cream and dripped over her blossoming flower until every petal was coated with sweet moisture.

"Dominic," she gasped. "Please."

"No more waiting, my beauty. I'm near bursting at the sight of your cream-tipped breasts and luscious, wet pussy. I want to eat you now."

But despite Thea's urgent wriggling, he took his own sweet time. His warm breath feathered her inner thighs until Thea thought she would expire from the sensation.

When his lips finally made contact with her skin, it was to nip and nibble and the tender flesh of her rounded bottom. Then he moved up, grazing her nest of curls with his hot lips, but leaving her desperate for more. He blew a stream of warm air onto her quivering flesh.

"Please!" she panted.

Then he gave her what she wanted, licking and tasting her aching furrow with his mouth. He probed her vagina with the firm tip of his tongue, then laved every swollen fold with tender strokes.

Thea couldn't avert her gaze. The sight of a man's head buried between her legs was more arousing that she had ever thought possible. He lapped up the cream from every sensitive inch of her throbbing sex. His mouth and face were covered with white foam and her own slick juices.

Dominic looked up and caught her staring at him. He stopped and smiled. "You are delicious, my sweet," he said, then dropped his head again and gently pulled her clitoris between his lips.

The resulting wave of sensation was so powerful it was almost painful. Thea tensed her legs and cried out as the waves of her climax came crashing over her.

He teased her nub of pleasure vigorously with his mouth. His tongue darted over the engorged bud in a feeding frenzy. Wave after wave overtook her body and Thea thrashed on the table in complete and utter abandon.

She lifted her hips, pressing her mound against Dominic's warm lips, reveling in the sound and feel of him tasting her, eating her. His breathing came hard and heavy now and the smell of her own musk filled the air.

Dominic pulled away but was not done. He pushed her knees back farther toward her chest until her hips tilted up slightly.

"You are ambrosia to a starving man, Thea," he said as his heated gaze devoured every nuance of her womanhood. She quivered in anticipation.

Thea's head fell back and she closed her eyes again, lost in the euphoria of the moment. Then every nerve ending in her body blazed to life when Dominic slowly penetrated the tight opening of her anus with his tongue.

"Feuille de rose," he whispered huskily, alternating between her vagina and her forbidden opening with his clever mouth.

She was spread wide and completely drenched. He was as lost in consuming her as she was in being consumed. He tongued her cunny again, but this time he slipped a finger into her anus and frigged it gently.

The sensations of both orifices being stroked simultaneously sent a tremor of need through Thea's body. When he finally licked her swollen clit one last time, she screamed out her orgasm, sobbing in unbridled delirium.

When her tremors abated, Dominic slowly drew back and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. "No man could resist your tender beauty, your succulent charms, Thea."

Thea collapsed, completely sated.

"No time to rest, my sweet. I am ready to feed you."

Thea slowly came down from the dizzying heights of her passion to look at the man standing near her face now. His penis was engorged to bursting and his aroused male scent radiated from his heated body.

Thea licked her lips. She knew what to do. She had watched and learned.

"Come," he instructed, and helped her carefully from the table, supporting her languid body with his strong arms. "I will sit and you will kneel. Is that acceptable to you?"

Acceptable? Was he insane? She was more than ready to devour him whole. Just the smell of him made her lust after his body. "Yes, Dominic. I am more than willing," she said.

He smiled wickedly and pulled her toward him as he sat down on a solid wooden chair. Before Thea could kneel down, he grabbed her around the waist and suckled her breasts, licking away the remains of the whipping cream that still coated her nipples.

"Oh, God," Thea moaned. "No, Dominic, it is my turn to taste you," she insisted and pushed his shoulders against the back of the chair.

He sprawled before her, thoroughly comfortable with his nakedness. His blood-darkened penis quivered at her touch and Thea dropped to the floor and took him into her mouth with gluttonous hunger.

Dominic groaned and rocked his hips in time with her stroking tongue. She savored the feel and taste of his cock. Smooth and soft skin over rigid steel. He was so hard and huge she had trouble taking in his entire length, but he didn't seem to mind.

She rimmed the bulbous head of his penis with her lips and flicked her tongue over the tasty tip, savoring the droplet of moisture that beckoned her senses. She marveled at the male anatomy and a vision of Jordan's straining penis came to mind. She would save her best for him.

"Will you drink me in, Thea?" Dominic rasped out, breathless and panting in his own passion now.

She could not answer so she invited him to feed her by sucking him with more force and pulling his length as far into her throat as she was able.

"Christ!" He strained and clenched her shoulders, thrusting his rod at a feverish pace.

Then her throat convulsed and she swallowed the pulsating jets of Dominic's hot, salty semen. He cried out as he spent his seed, and Thea was happy to have given him what he had so generously given her.

She had finally done it. She had taken a man in her mouth and had satisfied his need. Despite the fact that her eyes watered and she gasped for air, she had enjoyed the heady power of coaxing his seed from his engorged staff.

"A natural you are, my beauty," Dominic said in a ragged breath, relaxing back into the chair.

"You enjoyed what I did for you?" Thea asked, just to make certain that she'd gotten it right. Her thoughts were on Jordan again. She wanted to take him this way, master his body.

He gave her a sheepish grin. "Oh, yes. I thoroughly enjoyed it. And I hope you've worked up another kind of appetite because I'm actually very talented in the kitchen--with food as well." He winked then and stood up.

Thea realized she was starving. Her body felt light as a feather but her stomach growled loudly in protest.

Dominic laughed. "Come, m'lady, let me feed you a proper breakfast of eggs, bacon, and a nice cup of hot tea.

"Ah, yes, the tea," Thea said casually. Then she laughed with him.