“How does the notion affect you?” he asked, watching her keenly.
She considered this gravely. “I think,” she said at last, “that if I were your wife-instead of being apparently just a property of yours!”
She twisted her naked legs luxuriously beneath the sheets, and a curiously lambent light began to glow in her eyes.
“I think that then I could find something voluptuously indecent and-well-exciting… in being exposed nude to crowd-with, perhaps… other wives compelled to the same display of their naked bodies to each other's husbands. Or perhaps even-!” She hesitated.
“Even if you allowed one man to strip me naked and possess me-to obtain some ends of your own with him — but only provided you were present could I become impassioned with such a surrender-and only providing it delighted you!”
“A very frank statement,” he remarked pleasantly. “But I can see that I shall often make you very unhappy. For example, I proposed to enjoy some of your more lovely and patrician customers-who are helpless because of their obligations to you. And you will have to-assist me-very actively at times with these.”
“Oh… that!” she whispered, wide-eyed. “I had a feeling that you had something like that in mind. The way in which you made me describe some of the girls I had seen unclad-or very nearly so-suggested it to me.”
“But why should you think that would make me unhappy? Am I not sure to do anything I can to please you? If I were inclined to lie jealous I should always remember that none of these lovelies could possibly usurp my role in your life.”
“You must go to sleep.” he said, rising to his feet. “Kiss me goodbye!”
With lovely bare anus emerging from under the covers she embraced him warmly. And there was something in the tender touch of her soft lips on his that moved him delicately. And then the delicacy fled in dismay-for suddenly the bedded woman was sighing-and licking his lips feverishly-and squirming her red tongue between his parted lips-and taking his own tongue hotly.
He had let her take it-realizing that she was practicing on him the lessons learned from her husband- and that since she had found pleasure in the earns, she wished to give him the same pleasure too.
He let her eager, wet little tongue have its way with his lips, his own tongue, the depths of his mouth. His tongue was moved to respond, and he was startled to feel a vivid delight in the process. Amorously clinging to his neck, with half closed eyes. Rose was dragged to her naked hips from under the bedclothes in her reluctance to let him go as he stood up once more.
“Pretty fresh-pretty fresh!” he said in mock rebuke, as he shook his head at her. “Did anyone invite you to give that demonstration, young lady? You may just kiss me elsewhere, another goodbye kiss-as a penalty for your daring.”
She pressed her lips instantly to the bulge in his nether garments-and quivered with astonished delight.
“Are you utterly insatiable, then?” she gasped. “And I thought-that I had drained you to the last drop-even as I was drained!”
He smiled and nodded as she looked up at him questioning and beseeching. And now, naked to the thighs, her soft fingers fluttered dextrously about his buttons. As the huge monster which she adored burst forth from concealment Rose exclaimed in agitation. Taking it in both her hands she nestled it against the warm velvet of her cheeks.
Her kisses were fervently scattered upon all its swelling length. And finally she opened her soft red lips to the tip and sucked it delicately-as her fingers caressed its long hot shaft.
“No more!” he said at length, thickly.
“How mean you are to me!” she pouted. “I could go on sucking you for ever! And-and the juice was-was all coming in another minute! And now I shan't sleep a wink all night-longing for it!”
“Very fresh you're getting-just because you think that you've found my soft spot!” he mocked. And he swung her nude body around so as to lay two or three hard ships on her soft white bottom-slaps under which she capered and cried out melodiously. Then, as he released her, she lay back on the bed, her lovely limbs all open and displayed, looking at him with bright, birdlike eyes.
“If you think you could ever gain emancipation from your yoke by the use of your lips, why, you're crazy,” he said, as he motioned to her to rebutton his trousers. “For the pleasure you give me thus is so wonderful that I would keep you for that if you did nothing else! Good night, dear fool!”
Modesty seeming a small thing now, she slipped from the bed in all her snowy nudity to accompany him at least as far as the door. But he waved her back with a smile. And too tired and prostrate to realize to the full what had happened to her. Rose lay back on her bed attempting to recover mentally the savor and feel of his huge, warm virility in her own warm mouth.
How-ohh. how it had shaken her with sombre rapture to suck him-to be compelled to suck him! The sensation had been comparable-although so different… to the indescribable and thrilling spasms she had endured when mounted on his lovely prick.
So wearied that she was like a child once more, she just whimpered softly in the gathering darkness-whimpered because he had finally withdrawn that dear prick from her lips-just as she was trembling with delight over being allowed to suck it once more.
She did not realize the infinity of her surrender to his domination. She had room for only one thought-he had gone away-when she would have been so happy-scorning scandals that might ensue. If he had only stayed!
She would not have asked anything of him if he had only remained. She would not have bothered him in the least. She would even have slept on the rug by the bed and given the couch to him, if he had wished it. Her bodily longing for him was terrific-even though he had but just left her.
Her unreasoning agitation enhanced by her weakness, she wept a little there in the gathering darkness. She was no longer vibrating with passion. She just felt alone and quite deserted. But the one idea that he would return after she had slept, struggled through the shadows of her prostration. And so she let herself slide slowly down into deep slumber.
Too-fatigued even to dream, she was awakened hours later by clear sunlight streaming into her chamber. At first she had the familiar but pleasant sensation that she was just awakening to a wonderful occasion-that something marvelous had or was about to happen to her.
And then she rediscovered full consciousness-and recalled the past, remembered everything. And realized that presently a master-not just a man but a master-would come, to once more dominate her life. With a silent pain within her being her resuscitated pride and modesty that had recoiled.
There must be a way out-she could not endure that her normal life should end thus-and a life of serfdom begin. No, she must flatter him-appeal to him-say that he had swept her off her feet. She would insist that she was a free woman just as he was a free man-that their relations must now be readjusted-but-and Rose realised that her mind had been working towards this climax- but she would be is mistress if he wished-with the clear understanding that it was a free will offering on her part.
It was a rather pale but quite determined Rose Bolton who sat at her desk that afternoon waiting for the arrival of Francis Freeman. A firm footfall outside made her shiver nervously. And then the door opened, without even a knock, and he entered assuredly.
With a glance his keen gray eyes detected her changed attitude. Perhaps he had expected it. At any rate, he greeted her courteously enough.
“We have some business matters of yours to go over, Mrs. Bolton,” he said. “Permit me to sit here beside you…”
Off hand the sensitive woman surmised rather than perceived a faint trace of amusement on his part-and she stiffened at this embarrassing attitude. She had rather expected to have to engage in verbal battle with him for the preservation of her self respect and personal liberty, and she was quite baffled by this disconcerting courtesy. It was almost as if he recalled nothing of the earth shaking events which had occurred yesterday.