“From now on I will always be good and obedient. But you must promise me that I can come here from time to time.”
“To be punished by me?”
“And for the other thing,” the boy said with a sly smile.
“We'll see! But for now, put your clothes back on and go!”
CHAPTER TWENTY FOUR
A few months were to go by before Michael finally could join his beloved at the castle of La Bidouze. It was obvious that Julia planned to spend a lot of time with him, and the remainder would be given to Claire, because Julia did not want the little girl to be alone with Pedro. And as far as Pedro was concerned, though he needed punishment more than ever, he did not get any. The boy missed his regular sessions in Julia's boudoir, and tried everything he could think of to get the so hotly desired punishment. Julia, on the other hand, did not dare to leave punishments up to the gardener, as she had threatened, because she was afraid that the boy might take revenge and talk about their rather regular sessions.
Finally her dearly beloved was there. To all the other servants, Michael Lompret was the famous painter from Paris, who had been engaged to restore the interior of the castle. Only Dorothy, of course, knew the real situation.
In the farthest room of the castle, nights of love were celebrated which made the empty corridors echo with sighs and moans.
About two weeks after Michael's arrival at La Bidouze, the happiness was disturbed by an oath!
They had just fallen asleep after a particularly exhausting love bout, when Julia awakened.
“What is it, my dear?” Michael murmured.
“I don't know. I just can't sleep. There is something wrong.”
“Haven't you had enough?”
“Oh, yes!”
“You want more?”
Julia smiled. Now that Michael was awake, too, the feeling of being spied upon disappeared. “Are you still capable?”
“I don't know, but I'm willing to try.”
“Let me try something, I know you'll like it.” She did not tell him that she had learned this trick from a little boy, but she took the tip of his cock between left thumb and forefinger. She began to draw on it, as one pulls at a cow's udder for milk, but with exquisite gentleness. Then she grasped him at the very root, drawing her fingers slowly up to the tip of his prick and let go with a flick of her wrist. In no time Michael's organ was bogging and jerking in the air. It had been completely reinvigorated.
“The operation was a complete success,” Michael smiled.
“Yes, sir, I have to agree, and from this moment on, it is all up to you, the man of the house. Maybe you can discover a few of my special talents.”
“Isn't it dangerous to give me so much free rein? You disturbed my happy sleep, and I may not be all sweetness and light.”
“Oh, I trust you,” Julia smiled. “I don't think that you want to tie me up and beat me. Though, of course I won't say no to a little voluptuous spanking.”
“How about going in from the other way?”
“Anyway you want it,” she giggled, tickling his balls.
He stroked her surging titties. “For right now, before I lose this wonderful hard-on, I'd like to screw you on all fours.”
“Perfect. There! Is this the right position?”
She had turned her back to him, then got on all fours, slowly bowing her head to the rumpled sheets till her body was almost flat against the bed. Her magnificent, milky bottom cheeks reared up and because of her straddled knees, where deliriously distended. The soft pink lips of her pussy peeped out, framed by the black curls of her pubic hairs. Above, recessed in the shadowy furrow which cleaved her now provocatively undulating buttocks, appeared the crinkly rosebud of her anus.
“Ooh, dear…” Michael sighed, “you make the decision terribly difficult.”
He took his place behind her, reaching to cup her dangling, firm breasts, luxuriating in the feel of her warm flesh and the friction of her enticing bottom against his belly. Arching himself, Michael went forward till the knob of his throbbing organ was clamped between the moist, soft lips of Julia's yawning pussy.
“Ooooh… it's nice this way… yes…” Julia panted.
“Exactly. Besides, this way I can feel the little nipples and kisses your tight little slit is going to give my weapon.” He drew out, playfully prodding the secretive little rosette of her asshole. Julia squirmed and glanced back, murmuring. “Do tell me, if you are going to do it to me that way. I have to prepare for that, darling. Put a little bit of saliva on your member and go into it with your finger first. That would help a good deal.”
“Another time, my love. I think for now that I'll be satisfied with your sweet tight cunt, provided you wriggle that lovely backside about. There!”
He inserted himself again, and this time with a violent shove of his loins, he was imbedded up to the hilt inside her. A stifled gasp of pleasure broke from the pillow in which Julia had burrowed her face. She contracted her buttocks, relaxed them, trying to synchronize her gyrations with his ins and outs. He could feel the moist, hot clinging of her flesh against his driving, turgid weapon. His thumbs rubbed her nipples till they were flint-hard peaks of pure erotic pleasure. Slowly and methodically he fucked her lovely, crouching naked beauty, glorying in the tightness of her narrow sheath as it absorbed his prick. She spread her thighs as far as she could, shoving back her bottom to meet his rhythmic attacks.
There was no thunder and lightning; no sheltering earthquake this time. Julia took her lover with wriggling hips and energetic thighs. Each time he sank into her up to the hilt he could feel the pulsations of her very womb. It took a long time to build up the tension in his loins, making it possible to probe her responsive, warm sheath. Finally, Julia fluted little cries, begging and urging him to drive her to the zenith of fulfillment. When he began to quicken his thrusts, he could feel her body churn and jerk as the orgasm exploded within her. It made him, too, come in an ecstatic release.
Suddenly, Michael felt a short stabbing pain in his shoulder, and when he grabbed, a child's dagger fell to the floor. A shadow rushed through the room.
“Who is there?” he called.
Julia lit the lamp, and they searched the room. They found nothing.
To call the servants and have them search the castle would have compromised both Julia and Michael. It could not have been a burglar, Michael thought, because this dagger belonged to a child. Who could have done such a thing? He shrugged off the whole thing and from then on he made sure that the door was firmly bolted.
But Julia had recognized the little dagger she had once given to Pedro to complete the Spanish costume he always wore in Sundays. She made up her mind to talk about it to the boy.
“Where is that little dagger I gave you? Did you lose it?”
“No, I didn't. You have it.”
“So it was you last night.”
“Yes.”
“And why did you do such a terrible thing? You must know that it was a terrible thing you did.”
“I have spent the last couple of days under your bed, and I don't want that man to do those things to you.”
“What man?”
“The painter! Michael Lompret. I don't want him to embrace you like that. You never let me do it that way!”
“That's all I needed! Listen here, young man, Michael Lompret wants to be to you like a father. He wants to take care of your upbringing and education, and if you want to throw away your future, you try one of those tricks again!”
“I hate him!”
“And I advise you to behave!” Julia and the boy looked at each other, eyes blazing.
Pedro said nothing, but from that day on he followed Michael like a shadow, pulling pranks and making a nuisance of himself, whenever he found a chance.
Julia had told him, of course, how she had found Claire and Pedro, and that she had plans for the children. Michael had agreed to take Pedro under his wing. But, one day, after he had found big gobs of lard in his boots, one of his paintings crisscrossed with a knife, and all his paints mixed together in one bucket, Michael decided that the time for firmness had finally come.