The Good Sister: Part Two

by Saint James, London

  Ashton whipped around on his heel. Anger overtook the chiseled perfection of his face. He just may paddle my bum for this.

  “Trinity, you should not be this close. Move back,” Ashton instructed.

  “Why?” I asked the man again, ignoring my husband.

  The man glanced at Ashton. I imagine he was unsure if he should answer the crazy woman who accompanied Ashton into the stables. Ashton nodded his head to the man.

  “Because he is untamed, my lady. We do not wish him to harm the other horses,” he explained.

  I took a step forward. “Zeus,” I said in a soft voice.

  Zeus flung his head wildly, white mane thrashing, stomping his front hooves, and crashing them like thunder. Ashton grabbed my arm, stopping me.

  “Trinity, I will carry you out of this stable kicking if necessary. Do not move any closer. You could be harmed.”

  “Ashton, he’s scared. Trust me; I know what it’s like to fear. Zeus is afraid, and I think he’s afraid of the dark.”

  “The dark?” the two men questioned.

  Ashton looked at me.

  “Yes, look,” I said, pointing toward the window. “You have the window blacked out. He’s secluded, away from the other horses, in a strange new place, and he’s in a stall with no light.” I pointed overhead. “The lights stop, they don’t reach this end of stable. As the sun goes down he becomes afraid. Probably because someone harmed him when it was dark so he lashes out. I know this might sound crazy, but he is afraid of the dark. Trust me, I know the darkness.”

  Ashton finally let loose of my arm before looking at the window, the stall, the overhead lighting, the darkness.

  I moved forward.

  “Zeus,” I said softly, “My name is Trinity.”

  Zeus thundered again, raising up, raring, before his hooves came back down.

  “Zeus, your name fits you,” I continued. I figured Ashton would stop me but he didn’t. I took another step closer to the stall door. “Did you know you are named after a Greek God? Zeus was the god of the sky and of thunder. Just listen to the thunder you are making.”

  Zeus seemed to actually calm. He stopped his thundering hooves, but he was still snorting, nostrils flaring.

  “I know you are frightened, but you are a great and mighty god who can call forth the sky and make thunder, and lightning. You light up the heavens so you need not fear the dark because it holds no power over you.”

  “Get some light down here,” Ashton instructed his two stable hands.

  “I know what it is like to fear, Zeus. I too was afraid of the dark. I still am sometimes,” I said.

  Zeus’s ears flickered; his nostrils were flaring, but there seemed to be a calmer look in his dark eyes.

  He’s listening to me.

  I started humming the lullaby Alec had taught me, moving closer to the stable door. I reached my hand over the door and began patting his neck. Zeus allowed the touch, allowing more as I hummed. I slicked my palm down his neck, rubbed up his nose, and scratched behind his ear. Zeus snorted and bobbed his head.

  The two stable hands had come back with lanterns, placing them by the stall doors, illuminating the space. Then they pulled the dark material from the window. Zeus was almost placid as he placed his velvet nose into the palm of my hand. I turned to see Ashton. He smiled, shaking his head.

  “Amazing,” said the blond man.

  “Quite,” said the other man.

  “My dove is more than amazing,” Ashton said. He stared at me a moment then turned his attention to the blond man. “Have the electrician fix the lighting problem at this end of the stable.”

  The stable hand nodded.

  I gave Zeus a kiss to the nose then turned around. “He will be all right now. He has light.”

  Ashton pulled me into his arms as if he would never be able to hug me again. “You are the most incredible creature I have ever known, Trinity.”

  I giggled. “No,” I assured. “I just understand fear.”

  ****

  Over dinner I found myself covering my mouth with my hand in an attempt to be proper regarding yet another yawn.

  “Are you tired, my dove?”

  “Yes, but I think I would like to take a bath. I am…” I hesitated.

  “What, Trinity?”

  “I’m cramping.”

  Ashton seemed to lose his composure.

  “Why? Are you ill? Should I ring for a doctor?”

  I took a hold of his hand.

  “I am fine, Ashton.” I wrapped my fingers around his. “There is no need to become upset.”

  “Then why are you in pain?”

  “I think I’m going to start my period. I usually start feeling tired, my stomach cramps, and I get headaches.”

  “Your womanly cycle?”

  “Yes.”

  Ashton calmed as he asked, “Is there anything I can do?”

  I giggled. “Unless you are truly a magician or a warlock, I’m going to say no.”

  Ashton’s brow rose in that look he has of interested query. “A magician or warlock?”

  “Yes. Besides my indecision regarding your angelic or devilish side, I have also considered you may indeed be a magician or a warlock.”

  Ashton chuckled, leaning back in the dining room chair with a slight tilt to his head as he gazed at me.

  “Why would you consider such?”

  “Because, you make me feel incredible,” I confessed. “I’m unsure if I can find the right words to explain.”

  “Please try to explain, my dove.”

  “When your amazing eyes look at me, I shudder. When you speak to me, I quake. And when you touch me…. Well let’s just say I become intimately aware of all my secret places.”

  “Indeed,” he said as the corners of his sensual mouth turned up.

  “Oh yes, my lord, indeed. From the very first day I met you.”

  “Would you believe me if I told you I understand how you feel? I too feel the same about you? You hold some power over me, my lady.”

  I arose from the table, I hoped gracefully. My silky low-cut shirt, the color of almonds, enhanced my pert nipples. Ashton’s eyes flashed. I imagine he knew the garment I was wearing afforded no bra. I slowly leaned down. Placed my hand to Ashton’s jaw. Swiped my lips across his in a sensual caress of lip against lip.

  “I may believe you,” I answered.

  “Where are you going?”

  “Bath,” I whispered across his mouth.

  “Bloody Hell,” he said as I walked away. I turned to glance back at him from over my shoulder, only to catch him watching my ass.

  ****

  I let out a puffing huff as I readied myself for a bath only to see it was too late. I’d started my period.

  “Cheese and crackers,” I spluttered.

  I turned the faucet off, stopping the water, and gazed longingly at the claw-footed tub before I pulled the stopper. Water twirled down the drain. I griped under my breath. Stomped over to the shower. The words, no fair ran through my thoughts in a whining protest. The intrusion of my period was definitely going to put a halt to my plans of constant love making, at least for a few days, but then I considered. My mouth. His cock. So I turned my frown upside down.

  I stood within the steam, allowing it to overtake my body like a thick fog. Enjoying every moment of this particular sauna-like setting. I breathed in the warm sensation before turning on the hot water to the overhead spray. When the water came on, it parted the steam, turning it into multiple swirls before dispersing. The water pelted my body, my muscles, and my face. I closed my eyes and lost myself within the music the rain shower made upon my skin as it danced over me.

  The thought of Ashton, what he was doing, and wishing he was with me, replaced the sensation of the shower so I quickly finished, towel dried my curly hair, and found some baggy shorts and a pink Rainbow Bright T-shirt to wear to bed. I conditioned my curls with the honey-smelling cream, smiling to myself because I knew Amelia would be pleased I remembe
red. I looked down at my toes, giving a tsk. I should give myself a pedicure, but it could wait. I wanted to see Ashton.

  I patted to the door of my room, opened it slowly, then very carefully peeked my head out, looking down one end of the hall then the next. I wanted to whoop once I could see the coast was clear. I took a breath then scurried across the hall. When I entered Ashton’s room I found him shirtless, in bed, and reading a book.

  Ashton glanced up from overtop his book then smiled at me as if the dawn was rising.

  “Nice shirt,” he said with a deep masculine chuckle.

  “Uh huh,” I mumbled while sliding under the sheets, snuggling up to his side. “What are you reading?”

  “The Little Prince,” he offered. “While telling you the story the other night, I thought I might read it again. When I was a boy, I loved this story. Did you know the author, Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, was a French aviator?”

  “No,” I said.

  “Shall I read to you where I left off with the story?”

  “Please.”

  Ashton started.

  “Wait,” I interrupted, climbing upon him, snuggling my nose and my mouth into the crook of his neck, and wrapping my fingers into his hair, curling his silken strands around my digits. “Okay. I’m ready.”

  Ashton laughed. Adjusted his book to obviously compensate for me, who was draped upon him like a blanket, then began to read.

  Chapter Five

  “My dove. Trinity, love,” Ashton whispered. “Wake up, my beautiful wife.”

  I’d been sleeping like the dead.

  “Hi,” I said, scrubbing my eyes before looking up into Ashton’s face.

  “Hello,” he said, kissing my lips. “As much as I would love to stay in bed with you and snuggle, I cannot, my love. I have much to do today, as do you. We must start preparations for our trip. We shall be leaving tomorrow for England.”

  Ashton tapped the tip of my nose with his finger. I caught his hand and licked his finger.

  “My little temptress,” he crooned, “we must get out of bed.”

  His stiffness poked against my thigh.

  “Must we?”

  “I am afraid so, my dove.”

  I began my descent down his long muscled body, totally ignoring his “we must get out of bed” comment.

  “Hi to you too,” I said, and reached for his tented briefs.

  Ashton laughed.

  “Pray tell, what are you doing?”

  “I want to kiss you,” I said, pulling his manhood from his briefs and delighting in the feel and the weight of him in my hand.

  Ashton groaned.

  “You are extraordinary,” he said.

  My mouth engulfed him.

  I heard one, “Bloody Hell.” Followed by, “Good God.” Ending with a, “Sweet Jesus.”

  I was completely satisfied with myself when I swallowed his warm cum.

  ****

  Ashton was smiling over breakfast, seemly transfixed upon my face.

  “Ashton?” I placed my fork down upon the floral patterned china plate.

  “Yes, my dove?”

  “What are you thinking about?”

  “You.”

  “Do you need another kiss?” I glanced down at his crotch.

  “I would very much enjoy another kiss; however, I have many things to accomplish this morning.”

  I placed my hand upon his thigh. “Are you sure?”

  “Not at all sure,” he admitted, “but I must set aside my need for you, my dove, in order to finish my work.”

  I gazed at him from beneath my lashes. “Must you?”

  “Trinity—”

  I slipped under the table. Unzipped his trousers.

  “Bloody hell,” he muttered as I took him into my mouth, springing him into oblivion for the second time this morning.

  ****

  I wandered into what was now to be considered my kitchen. I’d left Ashton in his study with yet another hard on, only this time he was insistent he had to get some work done. When he kissed me, telling me to behave, he also assured me I would be the death of him. He explained it was physically impossible for him to have multiple orgasms like I was capable of, all while I fondled his balls. Though I was sure Ashton would give in, I found he was a strong man, insisting he could not manage a third round of oral pleasure. I did, however, turn my head over my shoulder as I left, finding his silver-white gaze firmly planted on my bum. I slid my hand over my ass, giving it a little slap.

  “Bloody fucking hell,” Ashton said.

  I giggled then shut the door behind me.

  “Good morning, milady,” I heard, breaking my thoughts of naughty behavior.

  “Oh, good morning,” I said, seeing several people in the kitchen. “I’m Trinity.” I extended my hand in greeting.

  The lady looked confused or unsure, but slowly extended out her hand and allowed me to shake it.

  “I am Claudia.”

  “I’m very please to actually meet you, Claudia.”

  The four other ladies turn to look at me then bowed.

  “May I know your names?” I asked. They glanced at each other. “It’s all right; please, I wish to know each of you.”

  The older lady with red hair worn in a rolling braid around the crown of her head stepped forward. “I am Maragrete, and she,” she pointed to a younger blonde lady saying, “she is Florentine.” Florentine bowed her head. “And this is Jenney.” She introduced a petite woman with freckles then pointed to the woman in the corner with her black hair in a hair net. “And Charlotte,” Maragrete finished.

  I looked at each lady. “Claudia, Maragrete, Florentine, Charlotte, and Jenney. I am pleased to meet you. My name is Trinity Winslow, but I know you have been instructed to call me my lady. When we are alone, there’s no need to call me my lady. You can call me by my name.”

  “We dare not, my lady,” Maragrete said. “‘Tis not proper.”

  “Are you here to instruct us?” Claudia asked.

  “Instruct you? I don’t understand.”

  “Tell us what you would like for the menu,” Florentine clarified.

  “Oh, well, no actually. What does Ashton usually like to eat?”

  The ladies gasped and looked stricken.

  “Lord Archer consumes a lot of beef, poultry, not much in the way of fish,” Jenney offered.

  “Yes, Lord Archer,” I corrected, realizing my mistake by calling him Ashton. “I’m not sure of a menu. What were you going to serve for lunch?”

  “A water chestnut salad with leg of lamb along with asparagus tips,” Maragrete answered.

  “That sounds fine,” I said. They all smiled. “What time is lunch usually served?”

  “After Lord Archer’s swim, at one,” Jenney replied.

  “Lord Archer told me he swims. Does he swim every day?”

  Claudia nodded. “Yes. Lord Archer had the pool enclosed into the pool house a few years ago. He will swim every day, several laps.”

  “I see,” I said.

  “Would you like to plan a party upon your return from the Queen’s charity ball in order to announce your engagement?” Claudia asked.

  “Should I?”

  Again the ladies looked stricken.

  “We do not presume to tell you what you should do, my lady,” Maragrete said.

  I gazed around the kitchen for a moment.

  “I would like to plan a party. We should invite all of Lord Archer’s friends. You know, all of the friends he had at his dinner party when I was here last. Lord Archibald, Lord Ironington, and the rest. And I wish to invite Jacqueline Rousseau along with her household.”

  “You will find writing paper for invitations in Lord Archer’s study,” Maragrete replied. I nodded. “We shall plan the meal with you, my lady.”

  “I’m afraid I’m not very good at planning meals. Is there anything in particular that Lord Archer finds appealing? ”

  “Pheasant,” Jenney said. “He shows a particular appeal toward pheas
ant.”

  “Then we shall have roasted pheasant,” I said.

  “What else, my lady?” Jenney asked.

  “I would greatly appreciate your suggestions,” I replied.

  Maragrete gave a hint of a smile. “Wild mushroom bread, spring greens with oranges, and spinach and goat cheese tartlets. I should also think white cream asparagus soup with perhaps lemon torts along with iced petits fours?”

  I heard the clopping of boots hit the floor behind me. I turned.

  “Oh! My Lady,” the man said then bowed quickly. “I did not mean—”

  “It’s fine. Don’t feel the need to apologize for entering the kitchen,” I assured. “We were just discussing food, nothing top secret.”

  The blond man smiled, lifted his head and chin, showing off a deep scar underneath his chin.

  “I am Maxmillian Dobbins, but most everyone calls me Max.”

  “Yes,” I said. “I remember you. Do you work in the stables all the time?”

  “Yes, my lady. I am in charge of the stables.”

  “Max, are you in there? I’m starving… OH!” he gasped once he saw me. His facial expression was horrified, or worried. “I am sorry, my Lady.” He bowed. “I did not mean to interrupt, and in such an impertinent manner. Please forgive me.”

  “You are Ethan, correct?”

  “Yes, my lady.”

  “You didn’t interrupt anything. Please, you and Max eat.” They smiled, but stood still. “I insist you eat, and please don’t feel you have intruded.”

  Max and Ethan sidestepped to one of the long counters, picked up a plate, and scooped up some bacon with long tongs.

  “Does anyone else work in the stables?” I asked.

  “Yes, my lady,” Max replied. “Thaxton works in the stables; however, I sent him into town for a shipment of oats.”

  “Ah, so then with the exception of Thaxton, I have met everyone?”

  Max smiled, and one of his front teeth overlapped the other. “Yes, my lady.”

  Wow. Nine people lived and worked here.

  “My Lady,” Ethan interjected. I gave him my attention. “In the spring there is a gardener, and a couple of helpers. I am sure you will meet them soon.”

  I nodded. “Thanks.” Then I gazed back at Maragrete and returned to our earlier conversation. “Now, would the meal we discussed please Lord Archer?” Maragrete nodded. “Good, then I would like to go with that menu for the party.”