“Place your mouth upon her peaks,” Usha’s voice was soft and rich, her English made even more of a lovely sound by the underlying accent. “Flatten your tongue against her nipple and make slow circles. Change the pressure, change your speed, change the part of your tongue that you use. Let her feel every muscle that exists within your mouth.”
Jane felt a whimper growing in the back of her throat as Philip’s lips closed around the pebbled tip. She arched her back to the warm tingling that formed between her thighs and allowed her legs to spread slightly apart.
Usha moved her warm hands down the span of Jane’s hips, stroking the fragile flesh of the inner thighs, the knees and her feet. More oil was added as the woman’s skilled thumbs pressed into the arches and ball of Jane’s foot.
“Not one part of the body is free from experiencing pleasure. See how she murmurs when I stroke her feet and ankles? Now, follow the rhythm of my hands with your mouth. As my hands move away from her heart, move away from her nipples. As I move towards her heart, suckle upon her as though you are drawing nectar from a honeysuckle.”
Jane’s breath caught in her throat as Philip lapped upon her breast with the same rhythm as Usha’s hand movements. Usha made her way back down to Jane’s feet and then with agonizing slowness, journeyed back up to the apex of her need. She gently bent the girl’s knees and placed her feet flat on the bed, and urged the opening of her thighs. Jane, lost in the sensation of Philip’s mouth upon her throbbing nipples, allowed her legs to just fall apart and expose her pink inner sanctum to Usha’s eyes.
“She has a Blessing Ring!” Usha exclaimed. “No wonder the poor child is suffering so.”
“Yes, I know of it. Why is it called that?”
“The midwife who delivered her wanted to ensure that Jane would find her eternal mate. The ring signifies a life of never ending joy and pleasure.”
“I want to see it,” Philip said, pulling away from Jane’s quivering breast.
“You may see it later. Continue to mouth her.”
Usha dragged her hands up the length of Jane’s inner thighs until her fingers came in contact with Jane’s moist lips. Tiny, aroused moans trickled from Jane’s throat as Usha began to tease the area around her clit, occasionally flicking the ring. Jane’s breath became ragged while lifting her hips to meet the woman’s hand.
“Before we go further with the treatment, have you need of keeping her covered?” Usha asked, her hand resting on Jane’s downy, auburn curls.
“You wish to shave her?”
“Yes. Do you have objections?”
“Absolutely not,” Philip said huskily.
“Have you received a man yet?” Usha asked softly, the pressure around Jane’s clit growing more intense as she carefully sheared Jane’s tiny, soft ringlets from the lips of her pussy and along the split of her cheeks.
“No,” Jane gasped hoarsely, her smooth pelvis pressing into Usha’s hand.
“Then I shall not stimulate you in that manner. Relax, child,” Usha said quietly, urging the oil between the girl’s bottom cheeks.
“What is that?” Philip asked, his fingers pinching and pulling at Jane’s nipples.
“It is an ivory phallus. Beautiful, yes? There are many ways to penetrate a woman and bring her pleasure, just as there are many positions to assume during the act of love. Because she has a Blessing Ring, and her skin made more sensitive to temperature with being bared, her pleasure will be even more pronounced.”
Jane gasped as she felt the slender, well-oiled tip of the cold, hard item slide between the fleshy mounds of her bottom and enter slowly into her nether hole. Usha carefully eased it within her, giving Jane’s body time to adjust to the invading force and the stretching of her most private area. She shivered as the dildo was seated inside and then slowly moved back and forth.
“Philip? Bring your mouth upon her. Use your tongue to slide the ring back and forth and then suckle her with your lips. Do with your tongue and lips as you did upon her breasts. Do not forget the tissue around her joy button and below her entrance. I will control the phallus.”
“No…” Jane protested weakly.
Philip left her breasts and sat between Jane’s thighs. He placed his hands of either side of her pussy and gently rubbed back and forth. “It is beautiful, this ring. It doesn’t hurt her?”
“No. It is attached to the thin piece of skin that covers her pleasure zone. See how swollen and dark her nub has become? It is very sensitive, so use your tongue and touch very lightly. Move about, for a woman enjoys being stimulated in multiple spots. While doing so, use your thumbs to spread her entrance. You may stretch widely, but take care not to go in too deeply right now.”
Philip was an apt pupil and began to tickle and tease Jane with the tip of his tongue. She moaned as he framed her pussy with his fingers and pressed both thumbs into the soft, dripping slit before using them to pull the folds apart. Once he revealed her hungry opening, his tongue lapped eagerly between her flowing juices and the engorged clit. He used his tongue to flip the ring back and forth, eliciting a loud whimper; Jane’s body tensed beneath his hands.
“Carefully hook your finger in the ring and raise it, and then touch her with tiny circles in the area you expose. Good. Increase your pressure,” Usha urged, pumping the dildo into Jane’s rectum at a faster rate.
Jane shook her head back and forth and gripped the coverings beneath her with both hands. She involuntarily bore down towards Philip’s mouth and trembled as thousands of electric shocks prickled her skin. Her body tensed, cutting off her ability to breathe, before she was claimed by the all-consuming orgasm. She convulsed on the bed, her back arching high as she was thrown into a climax of unparalleled pleasure.
“Press the flat of your tongue against her and do not move it. The sensitivity makes touch painful,” Usha advised.
Jane shuddered over and over again, muttering unintelligible words until she finally collapsed, drained of all energy and yet feeling more satisfied than she ever had hoped.
“Kiss her mouth. Allow her to taste herself upon your lips,” Usha said, slowly removing the dildo and tossing it into a copper washbasin. “Hold her to your body so that she may share the last of her joy with you.”
Philip crawled next to Jane on the bed and drew her naked flesh into his arms. Jane inhaled the sweet, musky scent that was uniquely hers, and found it surprisingly alluring and seductive. Even the taste of her juice upon his mouth was enthralling, and she responded by probing her own tongue boldly between his lips.
“I leave you two to rest. Jane? You are ready to join Rama and us for dinner this evening. I will send a maid to bathe and dress you.”
“Yes, ma’am,” Jane panted. “Thank you.”
“Yes, Usha, I thank you as well. For both helping Janie and the lesson in love,” Philip said, stroking Jane’s breasts as he held her.
“Those lessons will continue, my friend. Rest, now.”
CHAPTER 10
Jane yawned, waking from her nap. She was alone in the room and took a moment to survey the splendor that surrounded her. She once again took notice of high, carved ceilings suspended above gleaming dark floors clothed with brightly colored, hand-woven rugs. Several mosaic glass lamps hung gracefully in every corner of the chambers and cast twinkling, dancing lights of every color onto the white walls. Even her bed was a work of art with elaborate carvings of blessings and prayers engraved into the four, heavy posters. The breeze lifted the silk canopy from its quiet rest, and Jane watched at it billowed into the air like a soft cloud before settling once again to the floor. She traced the embroidered coverings of the bedding with her finger, amazed at the sumptuous detail and color.
A tray loaded with fruit, pastries, and a pot of sweetened mint tea sat by her bed. She sat up slowly realizing, for the first time since the trip began, she was famished. She ate without concern of displaying manners. Once her tummy was satisfied, she ventured into the water closet where a carved, granite seat with a ho
le was placed. She relieved herself and then rinsed her face and hands with the cool water from the pitchers left for her. Not wanting to wait for the servant to arrive to assist her, Jane eased herself into the shallow copper tub that had been recently refreshed with clean water and warm stones.
After patting her skin dry with a soft towel, Jane glanced around for her clothes. Neatly folded upon a straight-backed wooden chair was a yellow silk sari embroidered with gold thread. Jane lifted to unfurl it before her, admiring the meticulous detail of the crystal beadwork. She attempted to bind her body in the yards of amazingly beautiful fabric and found it too bountiful to make the draping look proper. Fearing that she would insult her hosts if they witnessed her embarrassing attempt to wrap herself, she closed the doors and laid the extensive yardage on the carpet-covered floor. She laid her body on one end and starting rolling until she reached the other side, only to discover that she was unable to stand up.
“Oh, bloody hell!” she cursed, the fabric binding so tightly around her that she could not even pull herself to sit. Before she had a chance to unroll, Philip walked in.
“What are you doing?” he asked, standing still at the doorway. He broke out in rambunctious laughter when the realization of Jane’s predicament struck him.
“It’s not funny,” she pouted, lying on the floor with only her arms and head free. “I need some help.”
“Please have Usha come join us,” Philip requested of the shocked maid who stood in silence at his side.
“No! Please, don’t call anyone,” Jane groaned. “I am simply going to die of humiliation.”
The woman laughed hysterically when the vision of Jane’s situation reached her eyes. Philip leaned against the wall and chuckled with amusement as Usha unwound Jane from her cocoon and stood her upon her feet. She retrieved a simple pattu pavadai from the wardrobe and slipped it over her head. The bright purple silk cone-shaped garment hung from Jane’s waist to her mid-calves and was bordered by golden thread at the hem.
“She is lovely, yes?” Usha stated. “How sweet that she wishes to wear the sari like a big girl, but she is just a little child.”
“I’m not a child,” Jane pouted, sticking her lower lip out, crossing her arms and stomping her foot.
“No,” Philip laughed, “but you are my little girl. Cooperate and there is a box of Turkish Delight waiting for you.”
With the promise of sweets, Jane smiled and lifted her arms into the air. Usha gleefully placed a yellow blouse over her torso, and then tucked a shorter version of the sari into the front of the skirt. She wrapped this around Jane’s waist and then draped it over the opposite shoulder while Philip brushed her long, thick hair and pleated it into two braids tied with purple ribbons. Anklets of jingling bells were secured to her bare feet and a simple gold bindi was placed between her eyes.
“I am not Hindu,” Jane said with confusion, touching the dot on her forehead.
“You are a member of this household,” Usha proclaimed, hugging the girl. “We wish to make you as comfortable as possible when you meet the family. You will be with us for a while and your papa wishes you to learn our customs.”
“A while? Really? How long will we be staying?” Jane asked brightly.
“Raj Rama offered me his winter cottage to stay in as long as we desire,” Philip said, grasping her pigtails in his hands and running his fingers along the length of them. “Would you like that? He had a full bath built into the building and there is a small waterfall in the gardens.”
“Are you asking me if I prefer to stay here instead of going back to England?” Jane asked, looking at the smiling face of the motherly woman, the bright liveliness of the clothing and décor, and the promise of being able to bathe every day. She also considered the affect these people, and the country, had on Philip. It was genuinely wonderful and he seemed to be happier than she had ever seen him. “I would like that very much. There was nothing for me in Epsom except the Baths and the pubs. Would we marry here?”
“We would, if that is something you desire.”
“Papa,” Jane reached to hug him, “you do spoil me.”
“I only want you to be happy. You are so pretty,” he twirled her.
“Thank you. I also know that this is how you dress a child here. Why are you laughing?” she directed at the woman.
“You shall see how my husband dresses my sisters for our lessons. He prefers the British school uniforms to regular clothing. Did Philip advise you that he will want you to always address Raja as uncle?”
“Philip mentioned it, but are you suggesting I am to do it at all times?” Jane frowned, seeing the nod. She looked at Philip. “Will he be allowed to spank me?” she asked suspiciously.
“He is the Raja, the prince of his state, and may do whatever he desires, Janie. Just behave yourself and don’t provoke him to discipline you.”
“You know that is easier said than done.”
“Yes,” Philip sighed. “My Little Monkey. Whatever are we going to do with you?”
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Jane was taken aback with the beauty of the palace. The decor grew more lavish as they entered into the main complex, complete with an abundance of brightly colored rugs, vases, pillows and other traditional ornamentation that lent toward the inviting feel within the palace’s walls. Usha shared with pride the work her husband did for the people, including the promotion of education and feeding the needy, and that he would open the Great Halls on every festival day and rejoice with his people. The sense of how the Raja was loved grew minute by minute as the woman explained his involvement with his countrymen—both Indian and British.
The three of them arrived in the main hall where the older, serene man was reclining on a sofa reading a book. He looked up with a white smile that sparkled against his dark skin.
“Our beauty awakens. The cure worked well, yes?”
Jane hid behind Philip as he greeted his friend. “Namaste, Raja Rama. I thank you again for the assistance of your First Wife. Rana Usha is very skilled. She also taught me how to cure as well.”
“There is much to learn here. Please, Philip, dispense with the formalities. Unless the Viceroy or the Maharajah is in my presence, I am just another man to you.”
“As you wish. Rama? This is Jane Foster, my ward and fiancée. Janie? This is Raja Rama.”
“Did I hear that you enjoy Turkish Delight? Come, child, do not be afraid. I nibble, but I do not bite.”
Jane slowly slipped out from behind Philip and shyly reached to accept Rama’s offered hand. He produced a carved monkey pod box and opened the lid, carefully selecting a piece of the delectable candy. Jane grinned as it found its way into her mouth.
“It’s so good! Thank you.”
“No talking with your mouth full, Little Miss,” Philip scolded lightly. “Rama? Jane was pleased with your idea about the house. I thank you and gratefully accept your offer.”
“I already predicted she would fall in love with India!” the older man laughed heartily. “She has that feel to her spirit as one who belongs here. I had your trunks moved over there this morning and there is a staff preparing the place for you. It is not large or opulent,” he warned Jane. “I had it built as an escape from the nagging of my wives and whining of my children.”
“Husband?” Usha frowned.
“Not you, of course, my dear,” Rama teased.
“Will we be imposing upon you, Raja Rama?” Jane asked with concern.
“I have declared myself to be your official uncle, Jane. Uncle Rama, therefore, may do whatever is desired,” the Raj stated bluntly. “That desire is to make my old friend and his little girl happy and comfortable, perhaps encouraging them to stay in India for a very long time.”
“I wish not to put you out of your home, Uncle,” Jane said, testing the word. It felt nice.
“You have not done so. Besides,” he chuckled, patting the couch as three more women entered the room and dipped before him, “the cottage is much too small for my abundan
t activities. It is yours and I expect you to enjoy it.”
“Thank you, sir,” Jane said politely.
“Excellent! These are my other wives, Dharma, Laski and Lynette,” he introduced them—the youngest of which was clearly not from India. “Lynette is closest to your age. Beware, for trouble follows her every move. Just this morning, she earned herself a thrashing for being defiant. Did you not, my dear?”
“I did, Daddy,” the girl hung her head.
“And she still pouts—but does so prettily. Come to me,” Rama ordered. Jane watched the girl climb into his arms and accept his tender embrace. “I call this one my kitten, for her curiosity never ceases to lure her into trouble which requires help in escaping. It is her British blood. It makes her cheeky.”
“She still has not finished writing her essay, Father,” Laski said sourly. “She chose instead to play with her dolls.”
“I needed a break, you mean, nasty tattler!” Lynette snapped.
“I fear that these two still do not get along well,” Rama sighed. He kissed Lynette’s forehead. “Go and complete your work and then you may join us.”
“But, Daddy, we have company. I haven’t been around a proper girl in years!”
“Uncle?” Jane piped up, instantly liking the youngest wife. “Perhaps she can help me learn about my new life here?”
“I think that would be a splendid idea,” Philip said, squeezing Jane’s shoulder. “Teaching Jane about your customs would give Lynette something productive to do and possibly distract her from mischief.”
“I will consider it. Go complete your homework, Lynette, and then return for dinner. I warn you, my friend,” Rama said to Philip as he patted Lynette’s bottom to dismiss her, “this one is not to be trusted to behave herself.”
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