by Leda Swann
“Not wet?” He swung his legs onto the bed and came to kneel between her legs at the foot of the bed. Then he bent his head until she could feel his breath on her pussy. “You are sopping wet, my love,” he informed her. “Positively dripping. Here, shall I show you?” With that, he slid one of his fingers right into her and drew it out again.
She shut her eyes, not wanting to see the evidence of her desire glistening on his fingers.
That did not stop him. He drew his finger across her stomach, leaving a trail as he went. “See?” he whispered, though her eyes were still shut tight.
“I think you want me to taste you again. I think you want me to lick you down there, and make you even wetter. Is that what you want?”
There was nothing left in her to say no, but her mouth refused to frame a yes. All she could do was give the tiniest of nods.
He saw it, as she knew he would. He bent his head again, and blew gently on her pussy. The air was cold where she was wet and she shivered.
He leaned in closer, just touching her with the tip of his tongue.
The sensation was too much for her composure. She arched her back and screamed, not sure if she wanted him to continue or to stop.
“Do you want to taste me, too?” Without even waiting for an answer, he moved his body until they were top and tailing.
She did want to taste him, but his cock bobbed just out of reach of her mouth. “Come closer,” she murmured.
“Ah, so the lady has a tongue after all,” he teased her. “What did you say? I didn’t quite hear you.”
“Come closer,” she repeated, no louder than before.
Obligingly he moved closer so she could move her head up and take him into her mouth.
She wanted to hold him, to look at him, to examine him, to run her hand up and down him, but having him in her mouth came a pretty close second. She could not see him, but she could examine him with her tongue, feeling each ridge and hollow of his shaft, luxuriating in the smoothness of the engorged head, and tasting the salty drop that leaked out at the very tip.
In return he was exploring her in the same way, until she felt as if she would die of the twin delight of both giving and receiving pleasure.
It was not long before she felt her need start to peak. He was going to give her pleasure, just as he had in the hansom cab. Her breath grew short and her whole body stilled as she felt her orgasm approach.
Right at the critical moment, he drew his head away from her. She made a muffled noise of protest, but she could not stop him.
“I don’t think I will let you come just yet,” he said, as he moved to straddle her. “Not until you give me what I want in return.”
“You can’t stop now,” she protested. Her whole body felt bereft. Her pleasure was so close, and yet so impossibly far away now.
“I am not going to stop. I am going to come. And you are going to watch me.” With that, he took his cock in his hand and started to stroke it.
She could only watch him helplessly as he pumped himself slowly at first, and then harder and harder.
She could only watch helplessly as he shut his eyes, threw his head back, and took in a deep shuddering breath.
She could only watch as his cock erupted with his seed, spurting it all over her stomach and her breasts.
He milked himself of everything that was in him with a shudder of delight as she watched him, hating him and wanting him in equal measure.
With a groan of utter satisfaction, he lay down next to her, idly rubbing his come over her skin. “What a mess I have made,” he murmured softly. “I shall have to give you another bath.”
Lenora followed Dr. Hyde as he strode into the sergeant-major’s private room. “I believe you might know something of the whereabouts of my fiancée, Miss Clemens,” the doctor said without preamble. It was not a question. “She has gone missing.”
The sergeant-major shrugged, unperturbed at having his peace disturbed so early in the morning and with such abruptness. “Your fiancée? May I be the first to offer you my congratulations on your engagement.”
A hint of red tinged the doctor’s cheek. “Miss Clemens has not officially agreed to marry me yet, but I am expecting an answer in the affirmative.”
The sergeant-major stroked his moustaches thoughtfully. “I see. And if I do know where she is?”
Dr. Hyde muttered something highly uncomplimentary under his breath about soldiers in general and this soldier in particular. “Then I would be obliged if you would tell me where she is without delay.”
“Why?”
Dr. Hyde looked him square in the eye. “So I can go find her and bring her home.”
The sergeant-major was silent for a moment. Lenora was just about to add her own pleas to Dr. Hyde’s command when he spoke. “I believe she is with Captain Carterton at a cottage in Brighton. I have the direction if you want it. But I would suggest caution. You might not like what you find there.”
Dr. Hyde’s lip curled. “Though I am not a soldier,” he spoke the word with disdain, “I’m sure I will be able to handle whatever I see. I’m not afraid of any man. The direction, if you please.”
With a face that spoke of his deep unease, the sergeant-major rattled off the direction. “Do not underestimate the captain,” he added. “Or you may well regret it.”
Dr. Hyde gave him a terse nod, turned on his heel, and left without another word.
Lenora stayed just long enough to whisper some thanks to the old soldier in the bed and then she scurried after the doctor.
“I have hired a hackney cab to get us there.” Dr. Hyde’s voice was terse. “It will take several hours by road.”
“Us?” She had done her duty by telling him. What else could he possibly need her for?
“I will need you to come with me. Miss Clemens may need you. You will help to safeguard her reputation on the journey home.”
And who would safeguard her reputation on the journey to Brighton? she thought, with a touch of irritation. Dr. Hyde was not usually so blind to the proprieties.
“You will be the perfect chaperone. After all, who could suspect you of doing anything that was not perfectly appropriate,” he added.
The warmth and approbation in his voice was all it took for her irritation to melt away like butter under a hot sun. Of course she would go with him to rescue Beatrice. For him, she would do anything.
If Beatrice had thought the first time the captain bathed her was a torment, the second time was a million times worse. He lingered over her body, smoothing the washcloth over her then covering the part he had washed with kisses.
From her toes to her thighs, her fingers to her shoulders, and her neck to her stomach, no part of her escaped his attention. Except the part she wanted him to touch most. He scrupulously avoided touching her there.
It wasn’t fair. He had orgasmed all over her, his hot seed covering her body, and she was left on fire, still wanting.
“I must be clean enough to eat dinner off,” she grumbled, hiding her arousal behind a show of irritation.
“Now there’s an idea. Why didn’t I think of that?”
“Don’t be silly. And please, take these ties off me. I am getting a cramp.”
“Just a little longer. A very little longer.” He took up the washcloth for the last time and drew it gently between her legs. The rough fabric clutched at her sensitive skin, and she arched her back with a cry.
“You’re almost ready to beg me, aren’t you?” he murmured, as he took the washcloth away and replaced it with his mouth, licking her folds lovingly.
She was almost ready to beg him. “Undo me. Please,” she said, as he flicked her nub with the tip of his tongue. She could not take much more of his torment.
Then his finger was inside her and she moaned aloud. “Yes, please.”
“This isn’t the only place a man can take a woman,” he said conversationally, as he plunged his finger inside her and drew it our again. He drew it down her privates until it rested
against her back passage. “A man can take a woman here, too. Like this.” He pushed gently, and the tip of his finger slipped inside her ass. “Would you like me to take you there, Beatrice? Would you like to feel my cock in your ass?”
His finger felt huge inside her. “It would never fit,” she panted, feeling her body stretch to accommodate him.
“Oh, I think it would.” As he spoke, he pushed his finger inside her further. “I might have to push hard, but you would take all of me eventually. The whole length of my cock. You’ve made me hard again just thinking about it.”
He withdrew his finger and pushed it in again, bringing her to a fever pitch of excitement. “Would you like me to fuck you there? In that forbidden place? I could come in there like I came on your breasts.”
She would let him fuck her there, anywhere, so long as he made her come. She could not bear it if he found pleasure in her body and allowed her none in return. “Untie me,” she cried, thrusting against his hand. “Please, untie me.”
At last he took notice of her pleas. Leaving her panting with need, he reached out and snapped the thin silk of her ties one by one. “Get on your hands and knees, Beatrice.”
Her body was free, but her mind was still in thrall to him. Clumsily, she got to her hands and knees as he ordered her to do. Mindless with desire, she had no will of her own left anymore.
He spread her legs apart and bent his head to the cleft between her thighs. He was going to torment her again, and not let her come. “No, please,” she sobbed into the pillows. “I cannot take any more.”
He took no notice of her protests, instead licking her with a long slow caress of his tongue over her swollen lips. The wetness of him, the softness of his tongue tantalized her beyond bearing. He could have brought her to orgasm a thousand times by now if he had been kind, but he refused to do so. He only wanted to tease her, torment her until she could not breathe.
Though she screamed and bucked to get away from his torture, he held her firm.
“Don’t you like being licked?” His voice was low with desire and she could feel his breath tickle the hairs on her mound. “I thought every woman liked the touch of a man’s tongue on their pussy.”
“No, please,” was all she could force past her panting lips.
“No, stop?” He gave her another lick. “Or please continue? You have to be clearer in telling me what you want.”
“Please stop.”
“Stop licking you? Or stop touching you? Or stop making love to you.”
She could not resist him any longer. If he wanted her to beg him, then beg him she would. “Stop licking me and make love to me. Please,” she added as an afterthought.
“Make love to you?” He sat back on his heels and held her haunches in his hands. “And how do you propose I make love to you? With my eloquent words? With pretty speeches? With vows of undying love?”
The vows of undying love could come later. “With your body. Make love to me with your body. Fuck me.”
“Ah, now we are getting somewhere.” His voice was thick was satisfaction at her capitulation. He slid his index finger into her cunt, and then withdrew it slowly. “Is this what you want? Do you want me to fuck you with my finger?”
She was so wet that his finger slid easily into her virgin cunt, stretching it to take his invasion. But although his finger inside her felt divine, it did not fill the emptiness inside her. “No, it is not what I want.” She almost screamed at him in frustration. He was not going to leave her with a single shred of pride, but would force her to spell out what she wanted. “I want you to fuck me with your cock, not with your finger. I want you to put your cock inside me. I want you to put your cock inside my pussy and fuck me until I come. Is that clear enough for you?”
“Perfectly clear, thank you. But I think you should ask me nicely, not scream at me like a Covent Garden fishwife.”
“Please fuck me,” she cried more softly this time, wriggling her rump at him in invitation. “I know your cock is big and hard and stiff and longing for a taste of my pussy. Don’t make me wait any longer, I beg you. I want you. You have won—you know you have won. Be generous in your victory and fuck me now.”
“I never could refuse a lady when she asked me nicely. I’m going to fuck you now, Beatrice, and make you my woman. You want that, don’t you.”
“Yes, I want it. You know I do.”
Then came the feeling that she had been waiting for all her life. His cock, thick and hard, probed the entrance to her pussy, pushing apart her folds, demanding entrance.
She gasped as he spread her apart with his fingers, readying her for the invasion that was to come. In just a moment she would no longer be a virgin, she would have sacrificed it all for desire.
There were no regrets, not a single one, just a burning need to have him fill her.
Slowly he pushed into her, stretching her with the width of his member. Her muscles contracted, fighting against the alien intruder, but little by little they relaxed as he continued his quest.
He was barely inside her when he stopped. “Your maidenhead,” he murmured. “I will dispose of it in the way of a soldier.” And with one powerful thrust he broke through and sheathed himself to the hilt inside her.
She felt only a brief pang at the breaching of her maidenhead, and that little bit of discomfort was quickly swallowed by the growing need for fulfillment that was taking over her. If she had thought before that having him thrust his cock inside her would take away the desperate need in her blood, she was wrong. It took her desire to a new level, to a pitch so high she could not bear it.
He withdrew a little way, and she pushed her hips back to urge him back inside her. “Yes, fuck me,” she urged him. “I want you back inside me. All the way inside me.”
“You like it, don’t you?” he said, as he entered her again in a long, slow thrust. “I knew you would like it. Even though you tried to deny it, I knew you were starving for the feel of a man’s cock buried deep in your cunt.”
“Yes, I like it.” She was weeping with need now. “I like your cock inside me, filling me. I will do anything you want as long as you promise you will not stop.” He had to let her come. She was so very close. So very, very close…
Lenora stood in the doorway of the cottage, not able to believe what she was hearing, what she was seeing. Beatrice, her roommate and best friend, was naked on her hands and knees moaning with pleasure as a man thrust his huge member into her from behind.
It was too much for her. She could not look, but grasped the arm of her companion for support.
He was no help to her. He simply stood stock-still, his eyes wide with shock at the sight of his almost-fiancée being pleasured by a naked stranger. His face had turned an odd shade of gray and his hands were shaking.
She nudged him, afraid that he would have an apoplexy if he stood there any longer. “Dr. Hyde,” she whispered. “We should leave.” They were intruding on a private moment. Far too private to be shared with others.
He did not move. It was as if he were rooted to the spot with utter horror. “Beatrice?” His voice was a mere croak.
Neither Beatrice nor her paramour heard him, too noisy in their pleasure to take heed of what was going on around them. The captain was pumping into Beatrice, telling her how much she wanted him inside her, how she longed for the feel of his cock, how she needed every inch of him.
Far from disagreeing with him, Beatrice, polite, refined Beatrice, was crying out for him to fuck her, panting how much she loved his cock thrusting into her pussy, and begging him to let her come.
Lenora tugged at his arm a little harder. “We have to leave.” She could feel her face starting to blotch with embarrassment, and her armpits were prickling with sweat. How could he stand there watching them when they were so intimately engaged? She wanted to crawl away and hide under a rock before they noticed her.
The couple in front of them were building up into a crescendo of passion. The captain’s hips were pumping into
Beatrice at a furious rate and she was thrusting back to meet him.
Still Dr. Hyde would not move. Lenora could only watch as the captain plunged into Beatrice one last time with a cry wrung from his soul. He held himself there, his whole body still and contorted, as Beatrice writhed under him, pushing herself against him as if she couldn’t get enough.
Then her body, too, went rigid, and she screamed as the force of her orgasm overtook her. Her scream went on and on until Lenora was sure she could not have a breath left in her body. Only then did Beatrice’s cry subside into faint defeated sobbing.
The captain withdrew his cock, limp now, but with his semen still dripping from the head. Lenora could not take her eyes off it. Even flaccid, it was an awesome sight. She stole a quick glance at the doctor, wondering if he possessed such a prodigious tool. Unfortunately she did not think she would ever find out.
The captain seemed to sense her scrutiny. At any rate, he turned his head and caught the pair of them standing in the doorway, their mouths gaping open like a fish.
He swore under his breath and swung his legs off the bed. Beatrice looked back over her shoulder to see what the matter was. Her face turned as red as a beet, she made a strangled noise of horror, and sunk to the mattress and buried her face in the pillows.
The movement broke Dr. Hyde out of his seeming trance. He grabbed Lenora by the upper arm and whirled around. “Let’s get out of here,” he spat, his voice dripping with disgust. “Before your innocence is sullied by the actions of those two…those two fornicators.”
Lenora allowed herself to be led away. She had no desire to bear witness to her friend’s shame. It was bad enough that she had seen Beatrice’s nakedness, and the way in which the captain had violated her body.
Dr. Hyde strode back to the carriage muttering under his breath the whole way. “I would never have believed it of her. Never. If I had not seen it with my own eyes, I would have thought it was a tall tale, related purely to discombobulate me.”