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had wanted him to be the man
who fucked her. "Where are you from?"
    "A faraway place." She stepped forward
and placed her hand on his cock, caressing it through his breeches.
"You already hard and much size. The impatience of youth. You
desire to fuck here, before the other mens, or outside in private?
Thank you not to come inside my cunt, but I have no other
rule."
    This should not be her profession, he
thought, a surge of unease travelling swiftly through his blood.
There was a nobility to her poise, despite her revealing costume,
erotic performance and brusque words. The gleam in her eye was
almost angry, as if she knew she was above all this, but for now
she tolerated it. She had a reason to do so, of course. Coin?
Somehow he felt sure there was more to it than that. Why had she
let his coin reach its target and denied all others?
    He straightened his shoulders. "I want
more than one fuck. I haven't done filling your cup with coins.
You've teased my gambler's curiosity, and I want to see how many I
can get in there." Leaning closer, he whispered, "And you may keep
them all when I do."
    Her thin brows arched and her lips
parted to show clean white teeth. "Yes. Thank you."
    She smelled of sweet, spicy perfume,
and it came from a small cone of wax tied to a slender circlet of
beads around her neck. As the heat rose from the air and her body
it melted the wax in a thin stream between her breasts and released
the perfume. It was more intoxicating than the bad ale he'd drunk
that evening.
    "If I get more than five coins in your
pussy, I have you for the entire night. Agreed?"
    "Yes. Thank you."
    How polite, he mused.
    As she ran a fingernail
slowly along the rising curve of his cock, her nipples puckered
through that revealing costume, little daggers, gold-tipped. Nino
felt a fierce hunger to drink from them. After watching all those
coins bouncing off her twat, he was ready to fuck her all night
long. She might expect him to be a quick customer— with the impatience of youth — but
he meant to savor her. All of her.
    He slipped a hand between her legs to
feel the edge of that coin still lodged at the crest of her vagina.
She held it there with her strong lips, just as tightly as she
would grip his cock. He rubbed a callused fingertip over the coin
and then pushed it farther inside.
    "Let me see how many times I can hit
the honey pot, wench, and then we'll discuss the terms and duration
of the fucking I shall buy from you."
    Her lips curved in a cold smirk. "As
you desire it."
    Of course, he mused, it was always as
he desired it, for he was Antonino d'Anzeray. Apparently she did
not know who he was. And she, it seemed, did not remember that
they'd met before.

Chapter Three
     
    Jesamyn lay on her back and then
rolled up onto her shoulders, legs over her head and spread apart.
Antonino d'Anzeray stood a good distance away, readying his coins.
Interest of the other patrons had not faded, although some were
annoyed that the young upstart was the victor. She felt their
animosity in waves rolling over her as they considered her pussy
and their lost opportunity. This d'Anzeray boy would have trouble
if he didn't make haste with his game, but he was clearly arrogant—
as she might expect of the reckless, spoiled young cub. The cards
had warned her.
    The first coin hit her vulva but
rolled off, falling to the ground. The second coin landed squarely
between her rose-pink folds and she clenched her walls, squeezing
it in. The watching men laughed and cheered. It always amazed her
that men could be so easily entertained, but it was good for her so
what did it matter?
    The cub tossed a third coin and that
too slipped between her labia. Then a fourth. The shifting coins
inside her made Jesamyn quite pleasantly aroused, but she calmed
her breath and tried to ignore the sensation. She had a job to do
here and this was no time for her own enjoyment. One more coin and
he would have her for the night, as they'd agreed when he laid down
his