The servant quietly left the room, having delivered breakfast to Lord Anthony's suite; there was nothing else to be done at the moment. Chantelle moved from the bed to sit at the table. Although now allowed to wear clothes, she was more comfortable being naked, so she chose to remain nude while they dined.
Anthony exited the dressing room and walked toward her. “You are a beautiful woman, my pet.”
“And you are too kind, Milord.”
She felt his hand come to rest on her shoulder and turned her face up to meet his descending lips. He tasted so sweet; she wanted to linger with his tongue in her mouth. Anthony, however, released her lips and moved to sit across the table from her.
Lifting a napkin and shaking it once, he dropped it into his lap. Taking the spoon from the serving dish, he scooped large amounts of eggs onto his plate. “I am starving, Milady. I think you successfully sucked all the jizzum from my balls last eve and I need to rebuild my strength before we return to the exploration of each other's sweet spots.”
A soft laugh escaped her lips. “I find that hard to believe, Milord. You seem to be voracious, an exceptional lover, and don't even get me started on the way you control your cock.”
“You enjoyed yourself then?”
“If all men could do as you did last night, women would spend every waking moment naked, in bed, and panting for them.”
Loud, long laughter followed this statement. “You are too kind my dear, now eat.”
“Yes, Milord.” Chantelle lifted the lid from the bacon server and placed several pieces on his plate before adding some to her own. Once they each had food on their plates, she picked up a fork and took her first bite. After hours of intercourse, the nourishment was needed, so she ate in silence, while Anthony did the same.
The meal finished, Hart pushed his chair back and stood. “I believe a stroll in the garden this morning would be good. Fresh air and a crisp breeze to rejuvenate our bodies. What say you, Milady?”
A pout settled on her lips. “I will need to don clothes then, Milord.”
“So, we will send a servant to Wolfe's quarters to gather your things.”
“Anthony, I have no clothing for a servant to fetch.”
Surprise registered on his face. “None at all?”
“None.”
“By God, then you will follow me to Elizabeth's chamber. That lady has more clothing than three women need. You will pick a few items for now, and when we return from our walk the seamstress will be waiting to begin a wardrobe for you.”
Like a child anticipating a new toy, Chantelle jumped at the chance to raid Lady Elizabeth's closet. “Are you sure the lady will not mind, Milord?”
“As if it matters to me, Milady. I paid for every item she wears. Therefore it is mine to use or give as I see fit. Do you not agree?”
Unwilling to argue the point with him for fear she would change his mind, Chantelle gave in to her desire for clothes. “I agree.”
“Good, then follow me and we will find you something to cover your nakedness.” Smiling, he added, “Temporarily at least.”
Laughing, Chantelle followed Lord Hart out the door and down the hall to Lady Elizabeth's chambers, where they proceeded to spend a great deal of time going through the hundreds of dresses hanging in her closet.
Having decided on several outfits, a servant was dispatched to Anthony's quarters with all but one of the dresses. This final dress now graced the sensual curves of Chantelle as she spun in circles for Lord Hart's approval.
“You look good enough to eat, my pet. Shall we see what delights the garden holds?”
“I am at your command, Milord.”
“As you should be, sweet girl. For now, however, it's walking and talking I have in mind.”
Holding the sides of her new dress, Chantelle curtsied. “Your pleasure is my desire, Milord.” Laughing as Hart took her by the hand, they ran down the hall, and burst out the front door. With bodies close and heads together, they headed to the garden and were not seen again for several hours.