Ohhh! If it were only over-over before she screamed in his arms… from sheer nervous agitation! If only he would just touch her sex-since such must surely be his ultimate intent… to which he was so lasciviously tending-and then abandon her to try to recover some sort of composure. The very inevitability of this unspeakable contest shook her to the core. To be toyed with thus- like a woman of easy virtue-made her pent up chastity burn and vibrate and convert itself into a madly glowing sensuality…
As the man turned her slightly and ran that agitating hand beneath the edge of her drawers, he lingered the delicate garment for a preliminary instant. She heard a little sigh from his lips-the first sign of agitation which he had given. And the next instant she was quivering from head to foot under the contact of his bare hand with her naked bottom.
“Ohhh!” she gasped involuntarily, as the thrill of his caress possessed her sensitive body.
Ohhh! God! He meant to spare her nothing, then. As she succumbed in trembling dismay to caresses and explorations of her secret body that maddened her-as the entire surface of both her quivering buttocks and the crack between knew the shameful delight of his touches and fingerings… she pictured the face of her young son if he could sea her now, a toy in the powerful hands of this man.
The boy would probably be excited by the sensual display. But she could almost hear his youthful voice saying: “Mother! Is it fair that I was sent away because I loved and wanted your lovely body-when this strange man has you at his mercy and uses his power to handle your body-your beautiful naked body… as he sees and deems fit?”
And now, with an ease that awed her with the latent power it displayed, the man had forced her to a complete extension of her slender body-which strove to curl up in a ball as some slight protection. And his hidden hand slipped down from her bare behind. From the rear his strong fingers now intruded between the legs which they pried apart.
As Rose moaned with shame and tried to close her thighs, he said to her curtly:
“Be quiet, Rose! Don't force me to extreme measures with you. You don't wish to be stripped naked and then spanked… right here in your office-where one of your shop girls may see you, do you?”
She gasped and surrendered. For she realized that he was quite capable of carrying out such a threat, and that she was powerless to resist. Her shame was deadly in its force, and the necessity of protesting no more-but of parting her naked legs humbly for the intrusion of this male hand-increased that shame tenfold.
He fingered her softly between her thighs from the rear — seeking the button which fastened the silken strap of her undergarment. His touch there in her crotch seemed to burn her flesh. Against the inner nudities of her thighs his fingers moved-and the upward pressure of his hand upon her secrecies drove her so distracted that a little choking cry that was half a scream bubbled up from the lips which she had sought to gag by burying them upon his shoulder.
And new he undertook to render her shame the keener, the shaking acceptance of his will the more humiliating. “Ask me to unbutton your undies, Rose…” he said quite nonchalantly.
“Ohh! My God! Mr. Freeman! How can you…? she wailed in dismay-unable to believe her ears.
“Ask me-and this instant-to unbutton your step-ins… between your legs,” he repeated softly. “I shall not speak again-and I give you just ten seconds!”
“I beg of you-this insanity…” faltered Rose. She hid her crimson face on his shoulder.
He made as if to rise from the low chair, carrying her with him.
“Ohh! Don't! For Cod's sake, don't!” wailed Rose in her dismay. “I-please, Mr. Freeman… will you… unbutton my undies-in between my legs?”
She sobbed bitterly in the shame which consumed her. And she buried her face once more on the rough tweed of his coat. Strangely enough, she was not conscious of any real aversion or hatred for the man at the brutality of his treatment of her. All that she felt was a fearful shame and growing agitation, and she burrowed her flaming, finely moulded, distressed features on his shoulder almost like a child.
And there was an additional cause now for her confusion. For an incredible, huge swelling had grown and hardened there beneath her. She gasped — and clung weakly to him-fearing to shift her position so as to avoid that monster just below her hip.
From her slim tones upward she was palpitating at the sensations evoked by that fumbling hand between her thighs. The lone button yielded-and Rose sighed with momentary relief as the torment of those hot, searching fingers ceased.
Francis Freeman drew the borders of the garment carefully away from her crotch..
“Now ask me to finger your cunt!” he said calmly.
Shocked to her very depths by the indecency of this new demand made upon her, Rose groaned and writhed upon his lap, careless now of that fact that by thus moving she afforded his throbbing sex a fresh delight.
“If ever again I have to tell you something twice…” he said sternly.
“Ohh! Ohh! For pity's sake-don't… don't-I mean do… do please finger… m-my cunt!” quavered the distressed Rose.
Pale with horror at the words she had just uttered, she sank back in his arms once more. But the contact which she dreaded was long delayed. She stiffened in an intense and nerve straining attempt to endure without crying aloud her shame and her intolerable excitement.
Her thighs — with the delicate charms between them totally unprotected now against attack… were pressed upon by the male fingers intruding from the rear-while in front his other hand toyed gently, through the fine silk of her gown, with her genital mound.
Rose could have screamed aloud. She bit her lips to restrain it She even parted her thighs to the inevitable approach-wishing above all things to get the ultimate horror finished and done with.
Suddenly she gasped and quivered. The touch had come-but so very delicately that it was as if a feather had floated from somewhere to rest quiveringly on the lips of her sex. The feather was the top of a single finger — a finger that was controlled with such artistry that it seemed destined to drive her into a delirium of unsatisfied desire.
And the feather was blown now in the capricious breeze of the man's desire, not only to revel delicately in this silken sexual warmth and intimacy-but also to drive her into wild and irrepressible acknowledgment of a sensual delight which would surmount even her great burning sense of shame.
The finger moved indeed-but it moved so very gently, so perfidiously, upon the outer lips of this entrance to the sheath of ripe womanhood, that Rose sank white teeth into her soft lower lip and clenched her fingers into small fists in the attempt to restrain her long, groaning sighs from becoming actual cries of sensual passion and yearning.
With what firmness she could muster, she had made up her mind to endure the indecency and insult of the firm grasp and the instantaneous attack upon her sex which she fully expected from this man of purposeful action.
And after the consummation he would withdraw. Each of them would gradually regain poise and self-control… then he would mutter an apology-and after a while she would agree to forgive him — and forgive also his having forced her to tell her shameful story and thus unveil her intimate and almost indecent past. She would hint that he had become temporarily unbalanced as a result of this story, and add that she herself had lost self-control.
This was the dream which flashed across her mind as she involuntarily almost projected her naked sex forward for the lewd and hasty grasp of the man. But that assault did not come-and this which had come upon her instead was of a nature to render her incapable of any clear thought.
There were two fingertips now-and now three, or so she thought, and then only one again. She could not tell quite clearly. She only knew that mere zephyrs dwelt upon the pink cleft and lips-and that they kept her vibrating and almost breathless-and that now she could feel her slit literally pouting, confessing its intolerable desire for firmer touches, for more compelling pressures.