She colored deeply-shivered at this reminder that she dared not oppose his will-and uncovered and projected the tender white belly on which her hands had lain.
His slaps were not harsh. They only colored the delicate skin. And the woman sighed-feeling a heat that was truly provocative penetrate inwards from the softly maltreated skin.
“And now,” he said quietly. “Even though your sensual excitement has died away while we were conversing, I want to see it revived and exploited. I wish you to rub yourself off like a vicious child, Rose-and finger my prick while you do so!”
In that stark tension of nerves in which he had held his victim, even his humiliating command had the power to make her senses flare. She was almost immediately in quick up and down motion on the great thigh which her tender legs clasped so fondly.
Of what was odious in the exhibition which she was being forced to give, she had the most lively apprehension, but that did not serve to deter her from tingling with lustful thrills as she rubbed her soft sex against his bare, warm flesh.
Lasciviously she fondled his rigid member with one hand as she swept her crotch back and forth, now bearing lightly, now forcibly upon his naked thigh. As the sensitive lips of her inflamed slit poured in their excitement, she began to grind down upon his leg more heavily — and to sigh and gasp forth her uncontrollable ecstasy.
Suddenly she quivered-and collapsed forward against his body-but she did not, even in the midst of her spasm, neglect for an instant to caress the stalwart prick she held in her left hand.
Chapter VIII
“I have heard it said,” he observed dreamily, “that the dignity and poise of the charming Mrs. Bolton is one of her chief assets amongst her aristocratic clientele — the charm is on display… but where are the dignity and poise?”
She trembled, reclining against him in the relaxed aftermath of her emission… but she did not raise her flushed face. He softly petted her heavy, unbound silken hair, twining his fingers in the tresses, tugging at it gently and bending down to nibble the nape of her neck with his teeth.
“Ah, well!” he murmured. “You did that beautifully, Rose. You were the vicious, masturbating girl to the life. I have male friends who would have given much to have witnessed your exhibition. Perhaps I may some day permit them to look on at your display of talent.”
And now she wailed aloud in horror. She raised a tear stained and crimson face to his. “Ohh! God! You could never have the heart…” she cried out hoarsely.
“Why should you mind?” he mocked delightedly. “I might allow you to wear a mask, perhaps-providing you were complaisant with all my friends. Would you like to wait upon my table-a party of four men, perhaps… for a festivity?”
“You would be entirely naked-and they would he entranced by your charms to the point where my food and wine would not be appreciated. They would be unable to keep their hands as well as their eyes from your magnificent nudities.”
“And I should he lenient about their fingerings-but I would not permit any of them to drape my lovely maid into a side room-unless I were feeling unusually generous. I know men…” he added reflectively, “who would gladly contrive to slip me into their wives' bed for an hour-providing that I assured them the full possession of your charms in return.”
Rose was speechless, swaying, crumpled. He realized that his half serious jesting had been too much for her nerves to stand.
“Easy… easy-don't faint I think far too much of you right now to share you with anyone. Though why, when your complaisances towards me have no longer any limits, you should be so affected at the thought of the surrender of your body to another man?”
“I am not an odalisque to be bandied about!” she said faintly. “No matter what you have done to me, I am not that And I had an idea-that you prized me-too much to… to treat me…”
“Your intense femininity,” remarked Freeman, after a brief pause, “is rather striking. The man who first possesses a woman is likely thereafter-for some time at least-to be the only man in the world for her.”
“It excites you now-in spite of your modesty and all that-to do anything at all for or to me. Yet the idea that any other admiring male should even see your naked body is abhorrent to you.”
“With your clever mentality, you will be able to understand the temptation it might be to a man like myself, to offer new shocks to your sensitive nature — and to browse quite pleasantly upon the shame you would feel.”
“I might even feel deeply fond of you at the very time when I caused you to drive some friends of mine almost crazy by showing him your naked little slit.”
“Please-please!” she begged huskily. “Don't say such things to me now-not just now-when I'm already so very nervous and excited.”
“To calm yourself,” he suggested, “just dismount from my leg and lick off the moisture you have deposited there.”
With a devotion that was almost fanatical, Rose knelt to obey him. Her abject submission struck her like a blow-yet it was a blow that sent its repercussions all through her body.
And suddenly, with a gurgling gasp, she turned from the thigh whose surface she had licked clean-to take his still swollen member in her grasp and expand her lips eagerly over its ruddy head. Hotly her wet little mouth encompassed the tremendous bulb-and smothered sighs of delight came from her gagged lips as she sucked once more upon the morsel of male flesh which was so very precious to her.
“I do not intend you to take the initiative as a rule. Rose,” he said rather hoarsely. “But this inclination of yours is really marvelous as is your skill in carrying it out. Now finger my balls-all my crotch. Now further back-find the rear aperture-press a finger in!”
She followed his instructions to the letter. The man panted with delight-and sank back in the deep chair.
“I love to feel-and see-your white throat gulp my spend,” he muttered. “But that mustn't happen twice the same day. Get up, Rose! Straddle my thighs-impale yourself upon my prick!”
He heard a low moan of dismay as Rose slowly left her darling prey. And then instantly she was upon him like a maenad, her teeth chattering with unsatisfied lust Her face was a rosy mask of passion and furious desire.
He calmed her haste and her hot ardor with a stinging blow across a white, rounded shoulder. She sighed with the sharp pain-and then caught and kissed the hand which struck her. She caught the significance of her swift punishment sufficiently to moderate her fury-and the speed of her sensual actions.
And indeed it was necessary that she should do so. For the monster with which she had to deal was something utterly new to the delicate sex which was about to offer it entrance.
Francis Freeman slumped even lower in the chair-so that she might point directly at her pink cleft, as she bestrode his hips, the ruddy head of his swollen sex. Rose was moaning softly-and bearing very lightly and timidly the lips of her slit upon the hard head of the shaft which her trembling fingers upheld and directed.
For her. Rose realized, this was likely to prove a new deflowering-and one of greater difficulty than her original one. She quite saw that now-as the soft lips of her cleft were borne inward, by the pressure that she herself was tentatively administering.
Yet she meant to bear it even if her tender flesh were to be torn and rent apart. Nothing else, she thought, had ever been so important to her in all her life as that she should house within her body this lovely male weapon.
The already revealed exploits of this huge virility only fired her the more as she saw, in what seemed like flashes of flame, Francis Freeman sensually yoked with his sister and his mother. She gasped with desire as he bore down more firmly.
Her bitten lower lip revealed her perfect teeth. The color ebbed from her face as, gasping, she now manager to lodge half of that immense head within the congested lips of her straining cunt.