House of Sin

by Lacy Danes

  Had she dallied so long in the kitchen and barn that all the chores had been done without her? She would have some explaining to do when she found Sibila. All her afternoon work had been accomplished. She walked back out into the hall and continued down to the last room on this wing. She turned into the doorway.

  Sibila lay on the freshly fitted bed face down, her back gyrating and heaving. Emily sighed. Sibila was entirely single-minded. Her behavior was inhuman, as if she were some animal in heat who could not rest until she achieved futter.

  Emily moved slowly into the room. They had work to do. The green sheers billowed out from the open windows, adding fresh midday air to the room. Her pink boots made not a sound on the thick green-and-blue patterned carpet. She leaned down on the bed and touched Sibila’s back. “Sibila?”

  Sibila stilled and then turned her face toward Emily. Her cheeks flushed. “I am having such an impossible time spending with my hands. I ache for release from Adam’s selfishness. Help me, Emily, please.” She rolled onto her side. Her brown skirts and petticoat, pulled up to her waist, exposed the soft flannel of her drawers. Her slit lay open, and her fingers rocked back and forth through her dense mass of shining curls. “Please.” Desperation filled her blue eyes.

  The hairs on the back of Emily’s neck stood on end.

  Sibila closed her eyes, and an exasperated sigh pressed past her lips. She rolled completely onto her back and spread her knees wide. The fingers of her free hand slid across her belly and pushed the lowest button on the front of her shirt through the hole. Then she moved upward, unbuttoning each of the five buttons that ran down the front.

  She pulled the fabric aside, exposing her short corset and chemise of longcloth. Her breasts and nipples formed round swells above the tightened cotton stays.

  “I can achieve the relief I desire quickly if you will rub my breasts and pinch my nipples while I frig myself. Will you do this for me, Emily?”

  Touch her breasts… Emily stared at her nipples poking up through the fabric. Sibila trembled, and the flesh of her bosom rippled just as Emily envisioned the palpitating orbs in the stories she sometimes read. Indeed. Simply touch her breasts. That didn’t seem too hard. Sibila had, after all, done the exact same thing to her in the barn You can manage that, Emily. This should not be difficult. Emily nodded, but her stomach flipped in unease. Once again she found herself in new territory.

  “Touch them as I did yours in the barn behind Adam. If you do so, I shall gloriously spend.”

  The remembered sensation of Adam pressed to her front so tightly assaulted her senses. The smell of his lust lingered in her nostrils, and the flesh between her thighs throbbed.

  Sibila squirmed before her, yearning for a release neither of them had achieved on the encounter in the barn.

  Adam’s words crept back to her conscience: I want to make you shatter in ecstasy. To ease that ache between your legs. Will you permit me to come to you tonight and frig you with my hands? Her chest tightened, and the tender kiss he so shockingly pushed upon her tingled her lips anew. Why did thoughts of Adam touching her as Sibila touched herself now wet her thighs so?

  Sibila’s hand dipped farther into her private place. “Now. Now.”

  Emily gazed down on Sibila, her eyes closed and her lips slightly parted. She couldn’t move and was not certain she wanted to. Logic said she could do so, but her gut, her gut said this was not proper.

  “What do we have here?” A deep, male voice rang from the doorway.

  Emily jumped and turned her head away from the door as heat blazed to her face. She couldn’t look to see who had just entered the room. How humiliating! Her stomach churned sickeningly. She wanted to pull the sheets over herself or crawl beneath the bed. Her entire body stiffened as if she was a man caught in Medusa’s gaze. She could not move.

  Sibila slid her hand away from her slit and pushed up onto her elbows. She glanced at Emily and mouthed, “All is well,” then stared back toward the door. “Sir, we just finished fitting your bed and—”

  “And decided to soil the sheets for me?” His scratchy voice sounded appalled.

  This was his room. He was one of the master’s sons. Emily slowly slid off the bed, still facing away from him. She bowed her head and turned toward him. Her first day on the job and she had annoyed her employer.

  He stepped forward.

  Emily glanced up. The same dark-haired young man she’d seen from the window out on the lawn stood before her.

  He stopped at the edge of the bed. Impeccably dressed in grey and blue, he stood tall and stiff.

  She fisted her hands and rubbed her fingertips against her palms nervously.

  With his hands clasped behind his back, his brown eyes stared down at Sibila’s red, open cunt.

  Emily’s eyes widened. She had touched that spot on her, yet she had not known it was so red and puffy.

  Reaching out, he touched Sibila’s knee. Sibila’s tongue darted out and wet her lips.

  Emily’s heart pounded.

  His hand slid down her thigh like a snake heading for its den. He slid his fingers deep inside Sibila. She cried out, arched her hips and tossed her head back.

  His smoldering brown eyes turned to Emily and held her stare. “Leave us,” his voice graveled.

  She flinched. “Yes sir.” Emily bobbed a curtsy, turned and picked up the pile of satin linens from the side table.

  “Kneel up and place your hands behind your neck,” he scolded.

  Emily hurried from the room.

  What would happen to Sibila? Would he punish her for her rudeness in pleasuring herself on his bed? Outside the door, she paused and tilted her head to try and make out any of their sounds. Nothing. She closed her eyes and shook her head. Your thoughts are truly monstrous, Emily. She swallowed hard. This was where she was posted. She sighed.

  She continued down the hall toward the stairs and the corridor to the other bedchambers. As she passed the brown and gold room, Adam stepped out into the hall from the stairwell.

  Emily stopped and tilted her head to the side. What was a groomsman doing in the main house on the sleeping level? “What are you doing here, Adam?” He belonged in the stables…did he not?

  “I decided I couldn’t wait to hear you scream, Miss Grey. You hardly said three sentences in the barn. I want to hear that lovely voice of yours moan.”

  The flesh of her thighs tingled simply at his words. “Oh, umm.” She swallowed hard. “So you said in the barn.” She licked her lips and glanced down at the bundle of linens in her hands, trying to think of any way to postpone this encounter. Her hands trembled. Did she truly want to postpone the encounter? Adam was handsome and, oh, the way he looked at her made her stomach flutter, but she had chores. Dallying instead of doing her work would only cause trouble. “Now is not good. I have to finish fitting sheets.”

  In two steps, he was in front of her, staring down.

  She stepped back. The smell of his body enfolded her, and her knees weakened. She licked her lips.

  He reached out. One hand wrapped her waist and the other braced her neck. She stared up into brilliant jade eyes as he pulled her hard up against his front. Her breath locked in the cage of her ribs.

  Adam’s lips came down on hers and he backed her toward the glass window. She squirmed against him, unsure what to expect, but loving the feel of his firm lips on hers. His tongue darted into her mouth with a hunger like the one he’d stirred within her in the barn. Her breath labored and her heart leapt. She wanted him and this.

  This time she wanted to kiss him back. She pushed her tongue against his, wrapping it about the thickness and tasting his spicy essence. He locked his lips to hers and pressed his teeth to her tongue, stilling her movements, then sucked all of her restraint into his being. He stole her breath. Her knees shook and she leaned heavily against him. How was it possible one man made her feel so decadent?

  She inhaled, and his scent overwhelmed her. God, he even smells scandalous. Clean soap and lust
ful beast of sin. She wanted to cuddle up with him and bury her nose in all those delicious-smelling crevices.

  He released her tongue, and his hands molded her bottom. He pulled her tighter to his front. The bulging hardness of his cock ground against the flesh of her stomach. Her head spun as she remembered his hot skin in her hands. She ran her tongue wantonly along his smooth teeth, wanting to experience every texture he could offer.

  He pulled back from her lips. Intense lust-filled green eyes stared into hers. “You are bewitching, Miss Grey.” He swallowed, and the bump in his throat bobbed.

  His hands about her waist rotated her so that she faced the large glass pane. “Take your hands, Miss Grey, and put your palms flat on the glass.”

  “All right.” Her voice came out hoarse and breathy. Goodness… He even made her sound a wanton. She pressed her hands to the warmed surface and gazed out at the empty lawn.

  He leaned down and grasped the material of her skirt and petticoat. Her heart jumped into her throat as the soft fabric trailed up her legs and he tucked the loose material into the band of her skirts.

  She now stood uncovered from the waist down, her drawers, stockings and pink boots exposed for anyone to see. She trembled. He would touch her the same way he had touched Sibila in the barn. She swallowed hard. Being exposed for him, for anyone to see, sent excited heat between her thighs and scared her. Could she do this here, now, with him? She glanced nervously over her shoulder at him and licked her lips. His red hair curled in short wisps about his face and the look of desire in his eyes shot tickles down her belly. Save her, she wanted him. She let out a jagged breath.

  A deep chuckle erupted from his chest. “Nervous?”

  She nodded, unable to find her voice.

  “I won’t go farther than you have already given me permission, Miss Grey.”

  His hands…he would only use his hands.

  He pressed himself fully to her. His hands rubbed up her sides and along her arms, making her body ripple in their wake. His fingers intertwined with hers on the glass and squeezed. His warm lips softly kissed the side of her cheek. She tilted her head toward him, and a small moan caught in her throat. These sensations were passion. What he stirred in her was lust. Yet his soft kisses said so much more to her. His kisses contented her.

  His tongue trailed to her ear. Warm and wet, it swirled into the cup. Tingles raised all the hairs on her neck and shot down her spine.

  Her body jerked, arching back against him as if it were a piece of wood being strung into an archer’s bow. He released her fingers and stepped to the side.

  Touches trailed pleasure down her side to the swell of her bottom. He played with the loose cotton fabric of the slit of her drawers.

  Her breath jittered out. She wanted him to touch her bare flesh.

  His hand glided onto her bottom and stilled. Heat seeped into her bare skin.

  Crests of sensation surged up her back, and she sucked in a breath. The muscles of her bottom clenched. Oh. Oh. That was better than she had imagined.

  His lips brushed against her ear. “I want you to use your voice, Miss Grey. You have such a seductive tone.”

  Seductive? Never had anyone said that about her voice before. “All right.” Her voice came out a choked whisper. She squeezed her eyes closed. That was far from an alluring tone.

  “It appears you need more instruction. When something feels good and you want to moan, cry out, purr like a cat or whatever, do so with big tone.”

  She could do that. But what if someone heard?

  “Miss Grey?”

  “Adam.”

  His hand moved on her bottom, caressing her dewed skin in tiny circles, heading toward her crack. With each loop his fingers made, her muscles pulsed with prickling heat.

  His fingers delved into the crack of her bottom and dove down, grazing her pucker and into the flesh of her cunny.

  She jerked, then held perfectly still. Her eyes opened unseeing on the world below her.

  His hand cupped her humid flesh, not entering her or parting her as the doctor had so quickly done. The tips of his fingers touched her curls, and his palm covered her entire slit. He held his hand there, unmoving.

  She trembled and bit her lip. She wanted to wiggle her hips to rub against his hand and show him her need.

  His tongue glided along the curve of her ear, and she sighed in a hazy bliss.

  “Tone,” he whispered firmly into her ear.

  She moaned deep.

  “Better.” He pressed his frame against her back, pressing her breasts against the glass. The radiance from the sun warmed her skin as if she were a cat lounging in the hallway. “Purrr…!”

  His lips curved against her ear. “Excellent.”

  Thank goodness. If it had not been, her cheeks would be the color of an apple instead of simply pink.

  His tongue lapped the lobe of her ear and his lips closed over the drop of flesh, pulling it into his mouth.

  “Ummm.” Tingles raced her skin.

  He chuckled deep in his chest. Then he released her flesh.

  All she could do was experience this man pressed against her. Her body reacted in beautiful ways she could not control. She wanted more.

  Adam’s hand rocked gently back and forth. Folding his hand like a cup, he pinched her nether lips together, then increased both the pressure and the force of his back-and-forth motion.

  Emily squirmed and slid her feet farther apart on the floor. Oh how she wanted him to enter her body. To put one of his fingers in her as the doctor had. She pushed her bottom back against him. “Please.” The word came out a whisper.

  “Miss Grey.” His tone scolded.

  Oh God, he wanted her to say it louder. To admit for anyone to hear how wanton she was. She shifted and pushed her feet apart, hoping he would simply understand.

  “You need to ask with tone, Miss Grey.” He continued to jostle her back and forth. Her flesh grew wetter and wetter. The sounds of his hand suctioning against her drenched skin reached her ears. The sounds… Her body jerked and her breath labored. She moaned loudly.

  “Good, little one. Ask.”

  His teeth grazed her neck and bit. She squirmed. Her blood pulsed forcefully beneath his teeth. He did not let go, but continued to apply pressure. His hand rocked her hips and body, slipping back and forth.

  Tingles pulsed through her womb, and her knees weakened, threatening to send them both to the floor. Little pops of light flashed to her eyes. A deep, primal need to have him join with her vibrated her soul. She wanted more than his fingers parting her folds. Fever swept her body. The feel of his wet peg joining his and Sibila’s body in intimate bliss bounced around unwanted in her mind. She wanted him to be the one. Her heart would belong to him. She trembled uncontrollably.

  He released the bite and blew a long stream of humid breath against the spot. Her body jerked. She needed release. She didn’t care who heard. “Please! Please! Adam, make me—”

  His middle finger pushed down through her slick lips and parted her.

  Her eyes widened as her flesh bloomed open. “Oh!” Her inner muscles contracted and sucked his finger deep within her slit. “Oh!” A warm wave of pressure erupted in her gut.

  He moved his hand and slid the tip of another finger to the opening of her hole. Pushing up, he stretched her lips wide and slid both fingers all the way into her sheath.

  A small pain caressed her flesh, and she bit her lip.

  His other hand wrapped about her waist to the place the pressure grew and grew. He spread his palm over the flesh below her corset, above the top of her mound. He pressed inward. His fingers slid in and out repeatedly.

  The sounds of him finger-frigging her lapped along her nerves with each heightened sensation.

  Her legs spread farther apart. She squirmed. She needed more. More of the pleasure of him.

  “Let go, let the pleasure take you.”

  She erupted. Her cunny clasped in waves to his fingers as her body convulsed, b
anging against the glass and against him. “Oh! Oh! Delightful!” She had never… Oh… Who knew?

  The spasms of her muscles slowed, and she leaned her heated cheek against the glass and blinked. Slowly, focus returned. She glanced out at the lawn.

  Below her, three men stood, staring up and watching her. She gasped and squeezed her eyes shut before she could take in their details. She did not want to know who witnessed her wanton unraveling. Gracious, what had she just done?

  “Not horrid, was it, Miss Grey?” He slowly pulled his hand from between her thighs. She swallowed, leaning heavily against the glass. He slid his forearms beneath her arms and pulled her up so that her legs were straight. Not that she was certain she could support herself.

  Emily glanced down at his hands wrapped about her breasts. The one that had been inside her was covered in slick, glossy moisture and a tinge of blood.

  She closed her eyes. Had he taken her virginity with his hands? Was that possible? No, not truly. Either way, she was no longer innocent in the true sense of the word. He had broken her restraint. Tempted her. She had hoped to wait until she was wed.

  Guilt sliced down her spine, pressing deep into her gut, and churned acidic. Her dreams of love, marriage and family teetered on what he would do. What she would do. Where they would go from here. What if he didn’t like her the way she liked him? He could simply be a dog with his nose on the table of life and she was one more morsel. The way he gazed at her said so much more. Still, she was uncertain. Tears welled in her eyes, and her throat tightened.

  She turned toward Adam, needing to be held, and buried her face into his shoulder. Her chest heaved and the tears trickled slowly.

  He wrapped his arms tightly about her and gently rubbed her shoulder blades. Such a caring gesture. He did care. Her lip wobbled, and she could not hold back the tide of tears that took her.

  Chapter Four

  Baited, and he bit. Sibila made a cake of him.