“His… p-prick was-stiff-while he kissed her… c-cunt!” said Rose in a shamed whisper.
“How you do dislike any lack of decorum!” he said musingly. “I have a notion that it is only when forced to it by me that you can get worked up to an ardor that makes you quite unthinking in your lovely lasciviousness.”
“I had it in mind to get one of your young debtors- perhaps this Norma Wales-and compel her to pet your naked body in the most luscious and licentious ways- though I am afraid that you would be both horrified and apologetic towards her-instead of the firm mistress who commands an obedient tongue to do her will. Unless-I were there to supervise!”
“Oh-if you were there,” said Rose ingenuously, “anything you wanted would occur, of course. But I do realize at last-that I wasn't intended by nature to dominate anybody. And all my instincts seem to be to do as you dictate to me!”
“And that is your first open confession,” he observed, with a smile. “And now tell me, what did old Bliss do to her next?”
“He got up very slowly from his knees. As he approached her, Mrs. Tasker shrank back and held out repelling hands.”
“Give me-time to-recover!” she panted. “Go away… please for a moment-” she buried her face in her hands and sobbed.
“You liked it,” he said doggedly. “You know you did. You even parted your legs-and raised your skirts higher. Your little pussy was just quivering with pleasure!”
“Don't talk to me-and especially like that!” she said hysterically. “Ohh — I'm so bitterly ashamed — what a thing to do to me!”
“I couldn't help it,” he muttered. “I'm crazy about you. I think you're the loveliest woman in the city. I was mad wanting to kiss you-and to kiss you where you would feel it most. I couldn't help it, I tell you.” He made a gesture of despair.
“But… you-y-you saw me!” she wailed accusingly at him. “I was all… b-bare! Y-you saw e-everything… you kissed m-me t-there-on my… m-my… ohh!”
“Yes-I did!” he assented, almost rapturously. “And nothing can rob me of the recollection, or of the way your lovely slit throbbed against my lips.” He looked at her with a beseeching expression. “I would give anything I possess-just to feel you-spend-on my tongue… my lips! Listen, Doris!”
“Don't call me Doris any more!” she said in a stifled small voice.
“Listen, Doris!” he repeated. “You could live in luxury — you and your husband and daughter. I have millions — you could have whatever you wished. I would not ask to possess you-just to be permitted to caress you sometimes…”
“He pleaded his burning desire for her. He called it love. And I think she weakened somewhat-for she must have recalled that he could do much to injure her husband's position. There was a reconciliation of sorts-but no real sign of relenting or succumbing on Mrs. Tasker.”
“Well-at least George can boast of probably having had more-much more-from the lovely lady with the red gold hair than anyone save her husband,” observed Freeman candidly.
A gleam came into his gray eyes. “I think,” he said, very softly, “that you are going to make me a gift of the favors-the ultimate favors of this charming customer of yours!”
“I… I am?” cried the bewildered Rose. “How could I? You know I'd give you anything I could-but how?”
“You will at least help me very materially in my plan. And you will, perhaps, see me sheath an old friend-or a new friend of yours-within her body.”
“Ohh!” whispered Rose dejectedly. “I see what you have in mind. To have every one of the most beautiful of my clients who owe money — beginning with Doris Tasker. Or at least-all who are not maidens?”
“Have you any objections on those latter grounds?” he asked her seriously.
“I-why… you will do what you like, I know!” she said, with a regretful look. “But… then-you will not need me-I shall be free!” She smiled sadly. “And I am now finding out that it is not altogether terrible to be- to do-whatever you wish. I found it out yesterday- and tried hard to forget it last night.”
“Don't weep. Rose,” be said-for tears stood in her dark eyes. “And don't be jealous either. I may take a few lovely, desirable bodies from amongst your customers. But you will remain to me after all these others have sampled my couch… if indeed they do. For there will never be one of them to whom I could say-as I say now to you-'show me your naked buttocks, madam-and show me that you have obediently stained them as I ordered you to do'!”
Rose started from her seat. Impetuously, she turned her back on him. Her slender fingers raised her skirt, and showed a pair of exquisite lace trimmed drawers. Her quick hands, extended behind her, found and opened the vertical slit in that intimate garment. And the full, beautiful, luxuriant buttocks met his eyes in their lovely nudity-each white mound stained faintly and irregularly with ink.
“The stains will come out, with bathing, inside of two days.” he said, smoothing and petting the naked hillocks, which trembled voluptuously beneath his touch.
“I almost regret having made you do this-for your soft and lovely bottom is a source of constant joy to me. Bend forward from the waist-keep your legs stiff and straight. Now part them-further-further. Now spread your buttocks apart with your fingers. Show me your bottom hole clearly. Back up just a trifle…”
As the now shivering Rose-fully conscious of the indecent exposure to which she was submitting-obeyed and drew near to his chair while maintaining the most immodest and revealing posture imaginable, he bent forward and ran his tormenting fingers slowly and voluptuously through all her crotch. Their tips dwelt on her rosy anus-and on the hot lips of her sex.
Rose sighed. She staggered-hardly able, in her shame and agitation, to remain upright. She moaned softly, her eyes glazed and unseeing as she bent obediently forward, exposing with her slim fingers the crinkled bud of her bottom hole.
“I think I should like, some day, to lodge myself in here,” he remarked cynically. “So beautiful a backside deserves to yield its virginity'.” And he illustrated his sombre idea, and redoubled Rose's confusion, by probing his forefinger within the tight portals of the little rosette which her trembling hands were offering him.
“Oh! God!” she wailed hysterically. “You would kill me, I know. You would tear me-I should never survive such a…!”
“Yet you would lie down and offer it to me-if I ordered it-wouldn't you, Rose?” he demanded.
“Yes… ohh… yes!” she cried hoarsely-too inflamed now to do more than stand quivering before him-as he gently pinched and caressed the lips of her throbbing sex.
Chapter IX
“I am receiving you,” said Mrs. Tasker, “because Mrs. Rose Bolton tells me that you are representing her in the small matter of a debt which I owe her.”
“It might be more accurate,” smiled Francis Freeman, as he sat at the desk in Rose's private office, “to say that I am receiving you!”
“Let's not quibble.” remarked the woman, with a little wave of her hand. “It is through you, I judge, that she has set these proceedings under way-for she herself has always been most considerate.”
“Far too much so for her own good, Mrs. Tasker,” he said, regarding her with a frowning consideration as he spoke. “Perhaps you do not realize that it is through being what you call 'considerate' towards thoughtless or dishonest women like yourself, that Mrs. Bolton has brought herself to the verge of ruin!”
“Thoughtless-dishonest?” exclaimed the matron… very lovely now in her flushed indignation. “I do not think I will deal with you, Mr. Freeman. I don't care for your choice of terms. Let me see Mrs. Bolton, if you please, and…”
“Mrs. Bolton cannot see you at present,” he replied. “She is in no condition to do so-for she is undergoing what we might call a penance for what you have just referred to as consideration to you and others. Now her leniency is being fittingly punished!”