My Lady Series Bundle (1-5)

by Anders, Shirl

  She quaked uncontrollably as he pulled her waist toward him and her hips arched higher as her shoulders dropped lower. She clutched her fingers into the cushions above her head and a whimper escaped her throat, a sudden catching sound as her thighs and bottom quivered. She felt the brush of Raven’s satin evening pants, and then the outline of his large erection as he rolled the impression over her buttocks, teasing her with the size and length. How could she take this thick pole of him inside her-her . . .

  “You will take all of me,” he murmured with a barely caught whisper. “The entire length in your tight ass,” he finished on a bare breath.

  “Have mercy, Raven. I-I don’t think I can,” she whimpered jerking her hips in the first motions of escape.

  But of course he held her down. “You will, Chloe. You will do anything that I desire,” he murmured deeply.

  Chloe! Did Raven realize that he called her Chloe?

  “Oh, Raven!” she squealed abruptly. Coming up onto her toes because Raven had gone to his knees behind her, and all in one motion he was licking his tongue deeply into the crease of her behind! There, where his hot tongue was still embedded! “Oh! Oh! Mercy, my one!” she cried uncontrollably as incredible pleasure itched down the back of her thighs and whorled tight with one hard inner pump deep into her sex. Chloe clutched the cushions above her head as Raven prodded her with his tongue again, clamping his hands above the back hollows of her knees.

  “Crawl up onto the arm,” he uttered with a raspy command. Yet without waiting, he lifted her up until her knees caught the edges of the armrest and instinctively for any type of balance she came up on her straightly locked arms with her hands braced on the bottom settee cushion.

  “That’s it, baby girl,” he rasped, and then his tongue was lower, inside her sex so hot that she squirmed and spread her knees brazenly wider.

  The position Raven held her in was entirely submissive and completely exposed as his tongue alternated, licking deep into the pillowed folds of her pussy, and then back to slide in circles around her rear entrance. She had never felt such hot passion in her life! Mewls and whimpers of intense pleasure escaped her throat involuntarily and she heard Raven chuckle in satisfaction.

  He clasped the front of her thighs pulling her to him riding her bottom higher and seating his face between as his tongue lapped her sex in devouring aggressive motions. His hungry licking rocked her back and forth with a mating motion as her knees spread further to his invasion.

  Her body was begging him now. She was begging him now to use his tongue harder and faster over her clitoris from behind. “Please make me come, Raven! Please make me come,” she begged shameless, tilting her pelvis downward so her sex lips spread open more to his tonguing. And then she felt one of his fingers, slick with her own juices, prod her rear opening. He penetrated her up to his cuticle and she screamed in pleasure as she climaxed with a rippling tremor “Oh yes, Raven! Yes!” she cried.

  “More,” he rasped sharply and he grasped the front of her thighs tugging her back onto his tongue again.

  “Oh! Oh-oh!” she squealed as his tongue prodded deep into her trembling sex and he nibbled on her still convulsing clitoris. “Oh!” she squealed again. She was mindless with the pleasure he wrought over her, until his finger entered her rear opening again and she screamed with a shockingly hard and blinding climax!

  She might have fainted, she was unsure and the next moment she realized that she was still bent over the arm of the settee with her feet now on the floor and her belly curved over the armrest. She could not move she was so languid as she felt a creamy lush sensation stroking inside her bottom.

  “Oh,” she breathed softly. It was Raven’s finger stroking into her rear canal. It did not hurt. It felt-it felt . . .

  “Now two,” Raven murmured.

  Chloe felt her shy inner walls stretching beneath the slow pressure and she wondered at the creamy substance lubricating her. A low passionate burn began simmering in her sex again as Raven circled his fingers deeper and deeper into her shivering bottom. Then she felt him bend over her, bringing his mouth to her ear. “You were made for this, Rosebud,” he murmured as he warmly kissed and nibbled her ear. “You were made for me,” he finished in a whisper.

  “Yes,” she breathed softly . . . completely his.

  Harrison circled Rosebud’s tight canal one more time with his two fingers, liberally smearing the oily lubrication he had brought downstairs precisely for this occasion. He would take Rosebud’s deliciously tight ass, but he had no wish to hurt her. This was a hedonistic fantasy of his that he meant to fulfill completely and fully with Rosebud. It would be a first for both of them, an inspiring virgin adventure. And just as he knew no man had delved into Rosebud’s virgin ass before, he also perceived that she was going to enjoy it. Now that he had her so languid and relaxed that she forgot to be frightened. He could feel her undulations of pleasure as he explored and stretched the snugly fashioned sheath in her tight little ass.

  He was so tight with passion himself that he nearly shook as he used his free hand to loosen his evening pants until they fell to his knees. His jutting cock fell free posing rigidly over Rosebud’s creamy white buttocks as he grasped her hips to anchor himself and her. He dipped his hips forward so that the blunt head of his cock prodded the rosy relaxed entrance that he’d worked. He continued to circle his palms over Rosebud’s plushly rounded hips in a soothing motion as he pushed forward more, “Oh!” until the head of his prick was encased. “Oh! Mmm,” she mewled.

  “Christ,” he groaned involuntarily.

  Harrison felt the exquisite walls of Rosebud’s ass crimp lightly at the invasion, then relax a bit and accept more of him. She was so unearthly tight around his cock that he actually shook as he pushed forward more stretching her further until he was encased inside her ass up to the hilt of his cock. He flung the damp hair out of his eyes with a jerk of his head as his hard jaw clenched tight with the effort he used not to savagely fuck Rosebud’s ass. He had other plans.

  “Raven.” She peeked back over her shoulder at him with her brown eyes dazed in passion.

  He bent over catching her earlobe with his teeth, then he licked the side of her cheek with his tongue. “How does it feel, baby girl?” he whispered wickedly.

  “As if you own me,” she gasped.

  “I do,” he breathed heavily, and then his fingers sought her hot pussy, reaching it over the side of her hip.

  “Raven,” she whimpered, instantly undulating her ass as soon as his fingertips tweaked her swollen clitoris. God, every movement she made was bliss along the length of his cock as his buttocks clenched in reaction.

  “That’s it, baby girl, I want you to move on me,” he groaned.

  “Raven. Raven!” Rosebud cried as he plucked her clitoris and she began to hump his cock. In and out of her ass without coherent thought, he suspected. The ache to be the one riding instead of ridden finally overwhelmed him and he grasped her shoulders bending her over more at the hips as he swung his hips with a rapid and driving rhythm. Yet that was exquisite because his baby girl was climaxing with passionate cries beneath him.

  Chapter Nine

  Chloe did not know how she could sit serenely across from Raven eating dinner when only a short time before they had been . . . Oh, every time she looked at him she felt his proprietorship, she felt her sensitive bottom, and she could not help but squirm in her seat with confusing, yet delicious feelings centering in her chest.

  She had liked it! And Raven knew. Telling her with each glance of his dark seductive eyes and the way he circled the edge of his crystal wine glass with the blunt end of his finger. Around and around like . . . Oh, she looked quickly down at her plate. She could not possibly eat.

  “Rosebud, come here.”

  Chloe looked at Raven as she crumpled the linen napkin between her hands resting in her lap. “I want to go to my room,” she murmured.

  “No.”

  “But . . .” Chloe huffed indignantly
, “You told me I had free rein of your home.”

  “Free movement, baby girl, not rein,” he murmured. “Now come here.”

  Oh she did not like it when he called her baby girl in that seductive whiskey-burned rasping voice of his. It reminded her of a warm intimate endearment. And it reminded her about what he had done to her. Well actually, she thought, standing with a pout on her lips, it was what she had fully participated in too. If she were completely honest with herself, she would have to admit that somewhere along the way she had come to crave Raven’s domination of her. Did she really want to be Raven’s complete sexual slave or was this some type of kidnapping madness come over her? The answer was lost because she had reached Raven’s side and he startled her thoughts away by pulling her onto his lap.

  “Now, my love, you need to eat.”

  My love? Chloe looked deep into Raven’s ebony eyes, wanting desperately to ask him what he meant by the endearment and if he could possibly . . . yet, just then he slid a strawberry between her lips. “Bite,” he murmured with a steamy sensual look in his eyes. When she had delicately bitten the tip off he'd turned the berry to his own mouth and finished it with a slow bite. His other hand was intimately cupping one cheek of her bottom through the silk of her dress as he reached forward to pick up his crystal glass of champagne. “Now a sip of this,” he murmured, pressing the cool edge of the crystal glass to her slightly swollen lips. She complied, watching him over the edge of the glass feeling the light bubbles tingle her nose as she took a sip. He was so handsome . . . no, perhaps virile was a better word or compelling and thoroughly masculine.

  He reached for another strawberry, and then he asked her completely out of the blue. “Why was the package empty, Rosebud? Where were you taking an empty package?”

  Chloe blinked slowly and instinctively bit into the strawberry Raven pressed to her lips. She did not know what to say! Raven did not look angry, he looked sensual and relaxed. She hated to lie and she did not want to pretend to be Lia. But she was as surprised as he would have been that the package was empty. She had been used again! But to what purpose? She was so terrible at spying games of intrigue.

  “You would not believe me,” she whispered as she clutched her hands in her lap looking down at them. “It would make you angry, and I am here with you . . . Yours. What difference could it m-m . . .” The champagne glass was pressed to her lips, halting her words.

  “Sip it, Rosebud,” Raven murmured. And she did. “And,” he said softly. “I want you to tell me a fable and I promise that I will try not to become angry.” He paused setting the champagne glass aside and plucked another strawberry from the china bowl in front of him. “And I will tell you, Rosebud, that before I met you I always had great control.”

  Fable? Did Raven wish to believe her? Was this his way of saying it? No, Chloe thought, Raven was not sure himself, but perhaps he was torn. That lifted her heart like nothing since getting Sebastian back. Plus it appeared that she made him lose his tightly held control and he had not meant his anger or brute force . . . he meant his passion. His passion for her.

  Impulsively she brought her arms around his neck and laid her cheek on his shoulder. He was so warm and he was a bit startled that she would cuddle with him so. He liked to be the aggressor, yet he relaxed and stroked her nape with gentle fingers.

  She began to talk slowly. “The person who took my baby told me that I must take the package to Roe Street at midnight. I was told there would be a man there to claim it. I did not know what was in the package and it was wrapped when I received it. Just as you saw it. I-I did not want to know what was in it. I only wanted Sebastian back and the person who took him from me is vicious and evil. I know this . . . I have always known this.”

  Chloe paused, rubbing her cheek against Raven’s lapel, gathering her courage. She could not read his reaction this way, he only felt safe and warm. If he was angry with disbelief yet, he was hiding it. His hand at her nape was still gently circling. “I am not witless,” she whispered. “I know that I was being used. I thought it must be because I . . . I, l-look so much like the evil person that took my son . . .” She clutched Raven’s neck. “I thought whoever came to claim the package might think that I was she, and that was why I was sent. Yet now that I know the package was empty . . . It could be so many things. I could never fathom the reasons this person would do the things that they do. There is so much subterfuge and lies . . . But I-I had to get Sebastian back even if it was dangerous. I had no choice. This was my only hope and-and this person knows that.”

  “Rosebud, were there any other instructions?” Raven asked quietly with his lips close to her ear.

  “Yes, I was to take a room at the Carlton Hotel.” Raven stiffened at this, but she continued wanting to say it all quickly. “I was to leave from there and I was ordered to hire a public hackney in front of the hotel. Then my instructions were to stop at Brighton road and walk from there to Roe Street.”

  “And were they there with you at the Carlton?” Raven asked in an intense whisper.

  “No, I was alone there overnight,” Chloe answered. “Pigot brought me the package and instructions that morning . . . Oh, Buddha!” she finished on an exclamation, having realized the mistake of using any names.

  “Pigot,” Raven hissed.

  Chloe looked up at him and he regarded her intently with his heated black eyes. His hands were tight on her. She wanted to run yet instead she said as calmly as she could. “Monseigneur Pigot always works with this person. He is devoted to . . .”

  “How long?” Raven asked interrupting her with a harsh voice.

  “I do not know exactly. Years certainly. At least ten years that I know of.”

  Raven stood abruptly, handling her waist to set her before him, prior to turning and walking to the sideboard. Once there he pulled the crystal stopper out of the whiskey. “Do you know . . .” he asked in a low rasp that was filled with suppressed anger. “The note that came with Sebastian said. The baby is hers. Keep them, Scar.” Chloe pressed backward against the edge of the table as Raven poured his whiskey. “Rosebud, there are only two people who have ever called me Scar and Pigot is one of them.”

  “He knew?” Chloe exclaimed. “Pigot knew that I was here? He knew to send Sebastian here?”

  “Damnation,” Raven cursed as he tossed back the whiskey in a single swallow, turning to gaze at her with his black eyes smoldering. “Go to bed, Rosebud,” he said heavily. “Go to bed now.”

  As much as Chloe wanted to speak and ask Raven more questions she knew by looking at him that he held his promise to her by only a thread. And she also knew as she fled the room that everything that happened this night made her look more like Lia, and a horrible liar!

  Chapter Ten

  The next morning after feeding and dressing Sebastian, Chloe brought him downstairs to the dining room to have tea and scones. When she asked, she was informed by the downstairs butler that Raven had left early that morning with no return time mentioned. She had only seen him one more time last evening and that was when she woke to feed Sebastian and Raven had told her to bring Sebastian into the bed to feed. She sleepily remembered that Raven had watched her feed Sebastian very intently. But she must have fallen asleep while feeding Sebastian because when she woke this morning, Sebastian was in his crib. That meant Raven had carried him. Raven had held her baby, and as much as he wanted to be angry at her last night he had kept his promise.

  “My lady, you have a visitor,” the butler announced, just as Chloe was finishing her tea.

  Chloe turned her head to look up at him. Her heart fluttered with a shot of fear and she clutched Sebastian closer on her lap where he was playing with a silver spoon. “A-Are you sure?”

  “Oh yes, he is quite sure,” a lady replied gaily as she stepped into the room to pass the butler at the door. Chloe had never seen the woman before, yet she was quite beautiful with auburn hair and she was wearing a stylish lavender walking dress that complimented her violet eyes.
“I am Lady Kittridge, and I am certain your butler will bring us some more tea.”

  Lord Kittridge’s wife. Chloe stood belatedly holding Sebastian in her arms not quite sure what to do as Lady Kittridge exclaimed, “Oh a baby! Drummond did not tell me you had a baby. Is he a boy? Oh yes he is, look he is wearing these darling knickers. What is his name?”

  “Sebastian,” Chloe answered as she watched Lady Kittridge hold out her white gloved hands.

  “May I hold him? Please say that I can,” she asked with such sweet excitement lighting up her pretty face. “And you must call me, Gabriella, and I will call you?”

  Chloe let Lady Gabriella take Sebastian. She seemed so happy about it and it gave her such obvious pleasure that Chloe did not have the heart to deny her. “Lady Sang,” Chloe mumbled, watching Lady Gabriella sit while holding Sebastian up on his chubby little legs in her lap. She had an expectant look on her face as she looked up at her. “Rosebud,” Chloe finally said. “It is a nickname, but . . .”

  “Rosebud,” Lady Gabriella exclaimed. “How beautiful. And do you think, Sebastian, that your mama is very beautiful.” Lady Gabriella held Sebastian’s hands as he tiptoed on her lap and gurgled. “Oh yes, you sweet baby, look how handsome you are.”

  Chloe sat again, but nearly jumped to her feet once more when she heard a voice to her left rasp. “What the hell is this?”

  “Oh, Harrison,” Gabriella exclaimed, turning in her chair to look at him. “How could you keep this beautiful baby a secret from me? And when Drummond told me about, Lady Rosebud, I simply had to visit. Besides, Drummond and I are having a party this evening to celebrate my own pregnancy, and when Drummond told me that you, his closest friend in the entire world might not be there! I just had to come and make certain. All of the Archangels will be there, Harrison, and I just know, Lady Rosebud, will not deny me if I invite her face to face. Which I am.”