by Fiona Faris
He bowed his head. “Apologies madame.”
She sat up, looking him up and down, noting the tent in the sheets and his heightened color.
“That looks painful…?” she said quietly.
He studied her quizzically, not sure what she was alluding to at first. Her eyes dropped down into his lap and then up again. Her color was high as well. He laughed softly, shaking his head. “Ah, blue balls won’t kill me.” He waved a hand in dismissal although at that moment, it did not feel true that he would not die from this. She straightened up, staring at his lap in concentration.
“W-what if I…held it like I did that day? Will it…?”
He immediately drew the sheet off him. “Wouldn’t hurt to try.” If she needed to feel as if she was merely helping him out to be comfortable with all this, he was willing to play along. Her hand slowly snaked out, taking it’s time before finally, finally closing around his erect member. He jerked, eyes closed and swallowed.
“Oh God,” he whispered.
She immediately removed her hand and he could not help the groan of disappointment that tore through him.
“Am I, was I hurting you?”
He shook his head emphatically. “No madam, you were not. Now if you would kindly return your hand, I would be exceedingly grateful.”
She giggled, but put her hand back around him, squeezing gently and then pulling. It was a little painful as she was putting a little too much strength into it and there was no lubrication but he did not want to give her an excuse to stop.
“I-is this alright?”
“Umm, could you perhaps…wet your hand?”
Her brow furrowed in confusion.
“Here,” he said and plucked off her hand before licking her palm and then closing her fingers around him again.
“Eugh!” she exclaimed, glaring at him in disgust. He simply smiled innocently and indicated that she should continue. She massaged him, up and down, up and down and he threw his head back, mouth open.
“Lord!” he exclaimed, jerking upward rhythmically. He turned suddenly, swooping downward to claim her lips. She made a sound of surprise before her lips softened and let him in. He tried to convey with his mouth and his tongue that what she was doing to him was driving him mad. He bit her bottom lip lightly before sucking it into his mouth and suckling hard and fast. His thrust his tongue down her throat as his hips jerked spasmodically.
He groaned, feeling his orgasm bearing down upon him and his mouth pulled away from her lips to latch onto her neck, biting down. That startled her, rhythm faltering as a result. He laved his tongue against the bite he’d made and then suckled gently. She moaned, her body relaxing against him as her hand tightened on him.
“I want to copulate with you, dear wife,” he whispered into her ear as she shivered, “Will you let me?”
Chapter Thirteen
” Let us play a game shall we?” he asked, sitting up in bed.
She lifted a quizzical eyebrow at him. “Game?”
“Yes. Just to make us both comfortable with our intimacy.”
She sat up as well, a gleam of interest in her eyes even if she kept her face impassive. “Oh? How would this game go?”
“Well, have you ever seen a play?”
He surprised a burst of laughter out of Rebecca. “A play?”
“Yes. When you have actors on a stage, pretending to be other people.”
“What has that to do wi’…?”
“Well, we could pretend for example that you are…Cleopatra, queen of Egypt. And I, her lover, Anthony.”
Rebecca smiled incredulously at him. “Oh, and then what?”
“Then we shall pretend that it is not you and me in this bed, but Anthony and Cleopatra and so we would be free to behave as we think they would.”
He could see the light of understanding come on in her eyes.
And then she smirked.
“Alright.” She said.
“Alright?” he asked leaning forward toward her as his heart sped up.
She nodded. “So what shall I call ye?”
“What?”
“Should I call ye Anthony?”
Chris laughed. “Maybe just stick with Chris for this time okay?”
Rebecca twisted her lips as if she disagreed.
“Please?”
“Alright then. You are Anthony and I am Cleopatra.”
“Yes, and after you have bathed in pure milk, you walk into our chambers and let your covering fall to the ground.”
Rebecca laughed but sobered up when Chris’ eyebrows rose in censure. “Okay, and then what.”
“I reach out for you.”
“And then?”
His hand brushed down her arm. "You're trembling my sweet, am I the cause of it?" he asked fingers tucking her hair behind her ear; then tracing her jaw, before trailing down her neck.
Rebecca was quick on the uptake. "Yes my husband." she whispered.
He was pleased by her answer and rewarded her with a kiss, sweet and full of desire. His laughter was gentle when he took in the sight of her obvious arousal, her pupils were dark and her skin flushed with lust. She was eager and this time, didn’t attempt to pretend otherwise. He found her fervor for him oddly touching.
He could see that she wanted to touch him by the clench of her hands and sway of her hips. A yearning he could feel himself. He wanted to feel the soft sweetness of her skin next to his and drop the pretense of high-handedness.
"Touch me." he commanded her softly.
Rebecca didn’t disappoint. Her hands trailed over his body slowly, learning his planes and valleys. She boldly licked at his chest drawing a sigh from his lips and went on her knees for him.
She planted kisses along his stomach before encircling his length with her hand.
His foreskin was like softest velvet; and she ever so slowly rolled it back exposing the head of his shaft. He had a smile on his face as he placed a large hand on her head. Rebecca made as if to take his member into her mouth but stopped just a hair's breadth away from the shiny tender head, licking the underside of it. Staring open mouthed, he completely forgetting how to breathe.
He gave a little jump when she pressed a kiss onto his sack, enamored with her boldness. She licked at him and drew one of his balls into her mouth and it was all he could do to remain upright. He felt her tongue swirling and teasing, sucking quite hard and making him groan. She pulled away with an audible popping sound that made her giggle; he found that he was smiling too even though all he wanted to do was shove her head back into his groin.
"Pleasure your husband with your mouth." he whispered as he offered himself, hand at the base of his cock, his voice was huskier. Rebecca knew it wouldn’t be long until he took her and she was surprised to find that she was eager for it, her center dripping with desire.
She sucked him in hungrily taking him deep. She could feel his appreciation all the way down to her toes. His hand pressed her lower down, as he hit the back of her throat making her gag.
"Ah-Ah…sweetling, sorry, are you alright?" He pulled back a bit to stare at her with concern. She closed her eyes and inhaled deeply through her nose, nodding to let him know she was fine. He pushed into her again, making sure not to choke her this time. She took another breath through her nose, suckling at him like a babe at her mother’s breast.
He made many appreciative sounds, getting so loud she worried that the whole inn might hear them. She stopped, her eyes trying to tell him to tone it down but he didn’t seem to notice, his head thrown back, eyes closed, mouth open. She rolled her eyes and resumed sucking. She was surprised at the sense of power serving him gave her. He was completely at her mercy. She had a feeling that if she told him to set her free right this minute, he would agree. She managed to smile smugly even around the obstruction in her mouth.
Tears streamed down her cheeks making her blue eyes glitter and he granted her respite from his thrusts, lifting an eyebrow as if to ask whether she wanted more or was done.
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His cock was slick with her saliva, it would have been all too easy to part her legs and possess her until she screamed but he wanted to tease, to awaken, to own her body and soul.
She looked beautiful staring up at him with those trusting blue eyes.
He changed tack and laid her gently on her back, the shadows from the flames lick up her body making her look exquisite. She called to him, like a secret siren song. He couldn't resist her, and he didn’t want to. His lips branded her skin with fiery want as she pulled at his hair and he wasted no time in tasting her wet and wanting center, wanting to return the favor. He wasn't known as silver-tongued for naught - he skillfully coaxed a long drawn out orgasm out of her with his tongue, loving the taste of her dewy heat as she found her release.
"Say my name." he growled before returning to his intricate tongue work.
"Oh, Chris." she panted, her hips undulating to meet his mouth.
"Sweet woman." his cool breath on her sensitive nub was an incredible turn on to Rebecca. "Up on all fours…now!" he ordered.
Rebecca dutifully did as he bid, mortified to find that she enjoyed displaying herself to him like this. Face on the mattress with her backside up in the air, just knowing her could see all of her filled her with a warm pool of dripping desire.
"Beautiful Sweetling, such a delightful, hungry little purse...does it ache for me to fill it? I want to hear you say it and if I think you truly desire my thick, long, pulsing length I shall ease your aching with what you so crave." His fingers lightly grazed her clit as he spoke. Rebecca had never expected to be having such a conversation in her life. It was certainly a departure from her sometimes chaotic but comparatively mundane past.
Rebecca closed her eyes and took a deep breath. "I need you inside me Chris, I want to feel you. I ache for you. I need to have you in me, I want you. Do with me whatever you wish."
Chris was moved by her words, and impressed by her bravery. He nudged at her before slipping inside as he thought that this indeed was a woman who was worthy. He realized that he would have her for herself, and not just the bounty she represented. If only he could convince her to give him a chance as well, he would strive to be worthy of her.
She was slick and quivered at the feel of him. Two deep thrusts and he was covered in her slick, the slippery friction making his balls ache, he wants to rut into her until she couldn’t remember her own name.
Her voice was hoarse with passion; she cursed and writhed while he thrust into her hard. He couldn’t get enough of her this way. A wildness consumed her when he took her and soon she was contracting around him rendering him unable to hold off any longer.
"Yes! I'm going to fill you up with my seed!" Chris rocked his hips once more and spent himself deeply inside Rebecca. His orgasm coursed explosively through his body until he collapsed on his side, sated and joyful. He turned her to face him and passionately claimed her lips, stroking along her neck with his slender fingers.
“We have to be getting to hame.” Rebecca said. She had opened her eyes in the morning, body aching pleasantly and feeling as if she was betraying every single person in her life.
“Yes.” Chris sounded weary and sad, “We do.”
She turned her face to look at him and found him gazing at her with a curious longing. “Are ye alright?”
He nodded, turning away. “I am just peachy. I shall go and see about breakfast.”
He slid out of bed and grabbed his breeches, pulling them on even as he headed for the door. His sark followed as he opened the door. She sighed, watching his broad back disappear.
Why does life have to be so confusing?
She got up as well, and reached for her gown, trying very hard not to think about last night. It was not an easy thing to do as every time she moved, she could feel the after effects of their activities. She felt somehow cheated, as if she had been sold one thing and when she opened the package, it was something completely different. She ambled out of the door, feeling her stomach gurgle with hunger and not wanting to be told that they had to leave before she assuaged that hunger. She was looking forward to being back home; perhaps the familiar surroundings would remind her of who she was and she could stop wavering so much.
Being of two minds about Chris was even more disconcerting because it was not in her nature to prevaricate. She was always so clear about her path, where she wanted to go. But now everything was circular and there seemed no way out of this quagmire she found herself in. She bitterly regretted not staying at Eddingfield Hall…or at least she wanted to bitterly regret it but could not find sufficient anger to do so.
She entered the dining hall where the innkeeper’s wife greeted her pleasantly but with a bit of a gleam in her eye that told her that Chris had been just as loud as she feared. She almost wanted to declare loudly that they were married, thank you very much, and the innkeeper’s wife should therefore keep her opinions to herself. However, she realized in time that she was being silly and so sat down and drank her goat’s milk, glad to find that at least today’s bread was fresh-baked and served with butter and honey – much to her surprise.
“I dinna think such a place would have such accoutrements as butter and honey,” she murmured to Chris. He made a noncommittal sound and she turned to him in suspicion. She lifted an eyebrow. “Did ye…?” she asked pointing at the food.
He lifted his own eyebrow and smiled enigmatically, turning toward his own plate. “Enjoy your breakfast love. As you said, we need to be getting a move on.”
She stared at him, not knowing what to make of this. It annoyed her that he insisted on being so thoughtful and solicitous of her welfare. He was a bad man – she knew that – and wished that he would act like it!
She finished the rest of her breakfast in a hurry and then left the inn in search of her horse. It was way past time for them to be getting home.
“Mistress!” Rebecca was almost bowled over by Frances as they came into the yard. She caught hold of the lady’s maid with a smile.
“Oof!”
“Sorry. Sorry. I was just so worried.” Frances stepped back though she kept her hands on Rebecca’s arms, her face anxious.
“I’m alright. Everything is fine. Dinna fash.”
Frances searched her eyes. “Is it?”
Rebecca smiled painfully and shrugged. “As fine as it’s gang to get.”
Frances’ eyes darted to Chris who was unloading the horses. “Did he…?”
Rebecca tightened her fingers on Frances’ wrists. “I’m alright,” she said with emphasis, “Now tell me what has been gang on here,” she led Frances towards the house, suddenly anxious to hear everything that had transpired while she was off gallivanting with a brigand.
Frances darted another look at Chris before lowering her voice to a barely audible level. “We sent Benjie to Himself.”
Rebecca leaned her head closer to Frances’. “What? When?”
“As soon as he took you away.” Frances looked uncertain, “Did you not want us to…?”
Rebecca closed her eyes. “I was hoping to resolve this myself.”
Frances huffed a small laugh. “How?”
“I dinna ken just yet.”
“Well, they are probably on the way back by now.”
Rebecca nodded with a sigh. “I expect so.”
Frances leaned closer. “So what will we do in the mean time? Is he to lock us up? His men are yonder in the village. They sent two to guard us. We are not allowed out. They bring us things if we ask for anything from the village but we are fairly well supplied with milk and meat. It’s just me and Amos. The others don’t come.”
Rebecca glanced at her as they walked towards the kitchen. “Why not?”
“Scared.”
“Well…we still have a lot of work to do around the house. Maybe I can convince Chris to let them come back…”
“Chris?” Rebecca jerked in startlement at Frances’ question, or rather the tone in which she asked it – as if she could not believe tha
t Rebecca was referring to the brigand in such a familiar way.
She swallowed, realizing that she would have to come clean. “Chris…the brigand…he took me to Gretna Green. We are married.”
Frances uttered a cry of horror and Rebecca pressed down hard on her wrist to make her cease her vapors.
“He means to negotiate with my brother for a stake in this land.”
“And you are the leverage?” Frances sounded even more horrified.
“Y-yes.” Rebecca whispered, feeling shame curdling her belly when she thought of how she had spent the last few days. “I am nothing but a bounty.”