The money Benny offered be damned. She'd given up on it, because of the ragged distaste accepting it now would bring her. Nay, after this one last time with Radford, she would return to Dublin and find herself a wealthy gentleman who wished a young mistress. Before, she'd shied away from becoming any man's permanent mistress for fear that the part of her heart that she could not hold back would become too attached. But now, that problem had been solved. No one could take her heart from Radford and being just a simple fille de joie was never going to garner her enough money to send Galen up to Oxford.
So she entered Radford's bedchamber quietly carrying bed linens and wearing her disguise of being a chambermaid. In her heart was elation, but it also suffered with heaviness. She knew that sooner or later Radford would receive the message and small package that she'd paid one of his Pages to give to him. So she laid the linens down on the bed and sat beside them to wait. As soon as she heard Radford's approach, she would turn and pretend that she was making the bed.
Radford looked out over his gardens from a balcony above, which could only be approached from one set of doors behind him. Standing on the other side of the closed doors was a butler with instructions to let no one pass. Below him, there was an afternoon garden party under way. The summer day was clear and not too hot. A small orchestra played strains of a waltz and the ladies and gentlemen attending were resplendent in their attire, as they strolled through the well-manicured garden pathways.
From his vantage point, he could nod at his guests and try without much success to smile at the up turned pretty faces eagerly looking up at him for some sign. Yet, at the same time he could manage to stay apart. It was brilliant. He might appear eccentric, yet not wholly a malcontent snob for not attending the party, or immersing himself completely in this gathering of his own making.
His butler knocked, then opened the door to ask entrance. Radford was not surprised it was the fourth time this happened. Each time the butler carried a small intimate note from one of the ladies. All the notes requested private assignations with him in provocative manners. One had used poetry and he had been mildly impressed by that one. This time, however, the butler carried a note and a small package on his silver tray. Radford took both and thanked the butler, watching him retreat back behind the door.
His heartbeat was instantly pulsing strongly with excitement that he was suppressing as a delicate vanilla scent drifted upward from the note and package. Nia. He could nearly wring her lovely neck. A full twenty-four hours he had waited, as though he were a debutante waiting for her first caller. She would pay, he vowed! Yet, by the time he'd read the note, with its seductive instructions, he realized that she had him exactly where she wanted him, yet again. As usual.
And, were he not to play along, he stood the chance of not seeing her. Actually once again, he would not be seeing her at all, he thought looking down at the blindfold that he held in his hands. Nia suggested in the note that he go to his bedchamber and don the blindfold. The minx!
Radford entered his bedchamber still deep in thought as yet unsure whether he would actually put on the blindfold and sit like a lamb, awaiting Nia's arrival. With his mind fully occupied, he glimpsed the dark-haired chambermaid putting fresh linens on his bed and he gave her a curt order to leave. Turning his back on her, he raked his hand through his hair. Somehow, someway, Nia seemed to need this trust from him, and he knew, just as she did, that he could remove the blindfold anytime.
Once this was resolved in his mind, he let go of his hesitations and allowed the excitement of Nia's making to course freely through him. There was no pretending that she had him anything less than enthralled with her antics. A man could silently pray his entire life to find a woman who was truly sexual, with a free and uninhibited manner. One who enjoyed it openly and fully as an intimate part of a relationship with a man. Yet, that man had better be prepared to take the unique gift shown to him with all his might and love.
Radford lifted the blindfold and tied it around his one good eye and the eye patch on the other side. Then, he reached out to touch the armrest of the chair he stood by, and just as he was turning to the side, he heard the click of the door. Something registered in his mind as he turned his blindfolded gaze toward the light sounds of a skirt swishing toward him. There was no vanilla scent, yet his nostrils did detect the scent of musky lingering feminine arousal and softly heated flesh. He could be worried that one of the ladies pursuing him had arrived unexpectedly. However, he had heard only one click of the door and that meant . . .
"You are the maid," he murmured.
Chapter Fifteen
"I am Nia," she whispered with her husky Irish accent that instantly sent Radford's heart beating heavier.
Radford lifted his hand and his fingers brushed the material of a crisp linen skirt, and then the outline of a rounded hip beneath. "A wig?" he asked, cupping Nia's hip as she swayed closer to him, and then he felt the front of her skirts pressing against his outer thigh.
"Yes," she whispered. "I have come to make love to you."
His cock instantly began to lift, solidly weighted, as his heartbeat raced, but before he could gather his thoughts to reply to this amorous promise, he felt Nia's fingers lightly stroking his perpetually shadowed jaw.
"Slowly," she murmured, with a deep sensual purring in her voice. "If you accept." Her fingertips traced his bottom lip. "You will." Then, her finger rounded his mouth to trace the curves of his upper lip. "Accept my finger in your mouth and," she pressed the tip of her finger to the tip of his tongue as his lips parted, "Suckle on it slowly, love." A harsh hiss escaped the back of his throat as Nia slid her finger down the center of his tongue. "Slowly, my heart," she purred as the edges of his tongue curled over her sliding finger. Then with one lingering draw, Radford stopped Nia's fingers movement with his tongue sucking on it.
"Mmm, Radford," she gasped softly and he felt her lips brush his cheek as he squeezed her hip more intimately, pulling her harder against his thigh.
The tenderness of her finger against his tongue traced back out to the tip and he grasped the tip with his lips, leaning forward to suckle it back into his mouth to the base. Nia's purring moan enlivened him as her lips kissed down his jaw with her tongue darting out to wet his flesh. Then, her lips were next to her finger, which he suckled deep in his mouth.
"Kiss me . . . I need your lips on me," she moaned, thrillingly.
The complete seduction of it saturated him, raising his cock stiffly as Nia's finger left his mouth and their lips softly collided together. The kissing was deep, wet, and passionately urgent as though structured slowness were beyond their grasp. Nia's tongue entered his mouth and he took it to him, loving it wildly. From one second to the next, he was standing with Nia lifted up into his arms. They kissed each other even more ardently with their lips curling over each other's as he strode to the bed, misjudging the distance in his urgent and impassioned state, and he bumped into it. He let the momentum drop Nia onto the soft mattress, breaking their lips apart as a small squeal escaped her and he climbed up on the bed over her, where he knew she would be.
He felt her fingers clutching the front of his shirt. "I wanted this to be slow," she gasped.
"Later. I cannot wait now," he rasped, and then the sound and feel of his shirt being torn open by Nia's fingers filled him.
"I cannot wait either," she whimpered.
"Take your clothes off, Nia," he hissed urgently. "God, I want you naked, Fire, now."
"Oh yes, Radford," she gasped.
Radford felt the bed's jerky motions caused my Nia hurrying to strip for him as he leaned on one hand over her and he used his other hand to tug on her clothing with her. His hand slid against her creamy supple flesh in different glancing moments. Touching her delicate rib cage, the curve of her breast, her lower belly, and other sensual spots. The blindness of his gaze heightened his senses and within moments she was pulling him down into her naked embrace, where he willingly fell into the cradle of her heat.
"Nia."
Nia tugged Radford's shirt off, and then she delved her fingers into his hair, pulling him down, lifting up at the same time, until their lips met. The buds of her tautly aroused nipples grazed over his muscular chest and she moaned into his mouth. She felt exactly like the fire that he called her as she hooked one foot over the back of his thigh and she used it to lift her pussy up against the thickened length of his cock beneath his pants. She rode the upper mound of her cunt hard against that unyielding mass and weight. The strength of it made her core weep and flush open with an excruciating ache to feel its power bursting inside her.
"I want you. I want you," she whimpered around Radford's tongue plunging into her mouth with deep mating motions.
His mouth broke away from hers. "Christ, Nia," he groaned hoarsely, then suddenly he swept her upward more tightly against his chest and rolled their bodies, until she was on top of him. His hands tunneled into her hair, tugging her head back, as he growled, "You have me."
"Yes," she cried, raising up over him to open his pants and pull them urgently down, not bothering with his boots. Only caring that his long ample cock was free and standing upright for her.
"Fuck me now, Nia. Take me inside you. Let me fuck you, cherie. Your hot wet pussy."
Nia panted, looking at the seed oozing from the slit in the head of Radford's jutting cock. The sounds cascading from her throat sounded ravenous as her mouth begged to be filled, but her inner core begged harder. Her pussy pleaded, with juices leaking down her inner thighs, to be filled with the plunging friction of Radford's cock stretching her deeply.
She grabbed the shaft, pumping it with the motions her entire body craved, as she crawled over it. The heftiness of it excited her as Radford groaned, raising his hips upward to the motions of her tight and pumping grip on his shaft.
"Put my cock in your pussy," he growled. "Put the head where I can feel you. Get it wet on you, Nia."
"Oh," she moaned, fitting the densely swollen head of his cock to her hot vagina. "Can you feel it?" she gasped, pressing the head to the opening, and circling it around the edges, while smearing it with her liquid of passionate desire.
"Yes," he gasped, arching his buttocks upward and driving the head past the first tight resistance.
"Radford, my love, my love!" she squealed as the opening of her inner sheath yielded to the wider head of Radford's cock pressing into her. Then her vagina closed around the smaller shaft, so that she held just the width of the helmeted head inside of her.
"Ah, Christ," Radford groaned, with his hands scraping upward along her thighs, until he grasped her bare buttocks tight. "Ride me," he growled. "Ride me, Nia!"
"Oh hh," Nia mewled as he pulled her body downward driving his cock to her womb as her vagina clenched in ecstasy. Her nails raked the sinewy and tensely mounded buttress of Radford's chest as her body sought a frantic up and down motion over his piercing cock. She galloped atop him, taking his cock over and over, as he see-sawed his hips upward to meet her each time. She gasped shrilly with untamed sounds of need as he growled in bass sounds of demand.
Her breasts swayed madly with her bouncing effort, while her buttocks slapped Radford's thighs. She squealed his name, then faster and faster. She was so close. So close, it was as if there were a torrent building inside her, yet it seemed to elude her in maddening frustration. Yet, Radford seemed to know her needs more intimately than her passion-ravished mind could comprehend. He grasped her hips and pressured her upper body down and to the side, yet still above him. Her aroused whimpers willingly followed his command. Then, his hips shifted without breaking their thrusting motion and he threw one of his legs over her hips, dragging her pelvis up against him.
"Oh hh hh," she careened at the new intense pleasure this wrung into her sex as it rubbed rapidly up and down over him.
"Move with me, cherie," Radford's voice grated into her ear as his hands clamped over her buttocks to help their wild, mating motions.
Radford kept their sweat-soaked bodies pressed tight together as their hips gyrated and her taunt clitty was rubbed voraciously, while his cock plunged deep inside her. Her panting was shrill sounding hiccups of pleasure, each one faster than the next, as her climax built with ferocity.
She clung to Radford now, too helpless in the vortex of her climax shooting to its pinnacle to help their body's motion together. Yet, his strength held true as he never let her go and he rapidly continued the driving thrust of his cock, until she screamed his name.
"Yes, my love," Radford growled harshly out of breath into her ear as her climax crashed over her and each onward plunge of his cock inside her twisted and churned the bliss higher. Her inner sheath clenched and unclenched over his stabbing cock as her orgasm continued to ring through her and she felt Radford's manhood expand with arduous and hefty throbbing.
"Ah hh!" he groaned, then his body arched stiffly and a rush of his fiery seed sizzled deep inside her. Their moans combined to the cries of fulfillment and she felt his cock contracting, and then bursting forth again with a sharp bass groan from his throat. Then on the lingering dredges of her climax, his hot seed filled her again, until he lay panting beneath her and she collapsed halfway across his chest.
They were elements of a tempest in the universe together. They were a storm's center. They were the fire of a raging flame or the sun's searing heat. Untamed, uncontrolled together. They sparked something uncommon in each other and combined, it made a vital whole.
"I want you, Nia. I want you by my side. No more of these games."
"Radford!" Nia's hands stopped his hand reaching for the blindfold. "Please."
"Judas, Nia!" he exclaimed harshly.
"I must speak to you," she pleaded. "Please, listen to me, I..."
Radford's hands lifted as he searched blindly, and then her hands helped him to find her face. "I would know you without sight, in any moment for the rest of my life," he murmured as he traced the features of her face. Yet, his hand suddenly stilled, when he felt her tears. "Nia?" he uttered, with more words coming behind her name.
Yet, before he could, Nia blurted on a strangled sob, "I am a whore! Oh, Radford, a whore! Do you hear me?"
At that exact instant of her guilt-ridden exclamation, a sound clamored loudly behind where they lay tangled on the bed. Then suddenly two feminine squeals erupted, jerking Nia's gaze upward to see two ladies gaping at her in the open doorway of Radford's bedchamber. Nia cried out in surprised horror, just as Radford was exclaiming her name again. She shoved upon his chest with surprising strength and leaped out of the bed, managing to grasp her chemise as she ran frantically from the room.
"Nia!" Radford bellowed, tearing the blindfold away from his head. His full intention was to give chase, yet the climatic events suddenly righted themselves in his mind as he sat upright on the edge of the bed. He realized then, just exactly what Nia had said and his body's motions came to an abrupt halt, as his glaring gaze landed on the two women gaping at him.
"Get the hell out of here!" he bellowed in a uncharacteristically maddened shout that sent them fleeing immediately. He realized that he'd raised his fist to them unconsciously and when he saw it before him, he lowered it tensely to the bed beside him. His knuckles knocked the corner of something solid on the bed bringing his gaze downward. Radford saw the corner of what appeared to be a fat envelope. He plucked at the edge of the envelope, until it came out from beneath Nia's scattered clothing. There on the front of the packet had been written his name with the words "from Nia" underneath. He realized that Nia had intended to give him this and he began to open it up, trying to settle his heart to what explanations he might find.
What he found amazed and disturbed him more than the fact that Nia was a fille de joie. And after he read the entire set of instructions from Nia's apparent client-benefactor, two things settled in his mind, both in opposite directions. Nia was never supposed to make love with him and she was being paid to do what she did. That piece of information alone stop
ped him from following her, and he wondered angrily, if all the feelings that she'd shared with him were contrived.
Chapter Sixteen
"Fuck, she is a whore," Radford said angrily, his back stiffly turned to Saxon. He was disillusioned, hurt, and grasping. "She only did it for money! And the man who paid her could be my enemy. Although, I fail to see the gain." The sound of Radford's drinking glass shattering against the fireplace filled the room.
"Nia O'Shea?" Saxon asked with an exclamation.
Whom the hell else would he be speaking of, Radford thought sourly, as he turned toward Saxon. But then, he saw Brynmore, evidentially newly arrived to his estate, standing behind Saxon with a surprised, and somewhat alarmed look on his face.
"Say the name again," Brynmore demanded.
Radford watched Saxon turn to Brynmore as he tried to understand the look on Brynmore's face.
"Nia O'Shea," Saxon provided once more, only this time his voice was level and devoid of the incredulousness from moments before.
"Bloody hell, I know her," Brynmore exclaimed. Then his voice turned to angry words. "The lass is not a whore!"
"But..." Saxon glanced at Radford.
"You know her?" Radford exclaimed, then he added in a deadly quiet voice, "The lady told me this herself."
"Then, there is some explanation," Brynmore replied. "Nia O'Shea is from a good Irish family. Bloody hell, we are related somewhere down the line. Aye, my mother was a very dear friend with her mother, before she and her husband died."
"Then why, the hell, could I not find any bloody O'Shea, when I looked?" Radford asked with a demanding tone.
Brynmore's gray eyes narrowed. "O'Shea is her mother's name, not her father's. Dunmore was his name. There must be some reason that she is using her mother's name."
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