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  “What will release you, Nina, what will make you come?”

  “I don’t know,” she uttered.

  “I do,” he told her with a strange laugh. On an outward pull of his cock, he slid his middle finger deep within the walls of her anus.

  Nina froze under him, not sure if she wanted this. He gently slipped forward and back several times, her body of its own accord accepting the intrusion, pushing back to meet his thrust.

  “Fuck me, Jacob, you make me want more.”

  “Where?”

  “Everywhere,” she said, dropping her head back to the mattress, her rear high in the air, his finger deep inside her. She felt him shifting behind her and sighed with disappointment when he pulled his hand away.

  His cock went back to her pussy, taking long strokes, and she eased to meet him. The push-pull of the act was making her crazy, needing something more but unable to tell him what. As if he could read her thoughts, he slipped his finger back into her butt, moving in time with his cock. She could feel both intrusions, wanted both and told him to hurry.

  The strange new pain turned into a burning need she wanted satisfied. “Harder, Jacob, please,” she whispered, not sure if he heard her. In clear, concise words, she told him loudly, “Fuck me until I come, now!”

  With a breath, he thrust against her, sliding his finger deeper. As he filled her everywhere, heat built inside her, and she understood her release was imminent. “Come for me,” she all but hollered, needing him to complete her and him.

  “Your wish,” he told her with a laugh, resuming his motions only at a faster pace, pushing her into the pinpoint lights she’d come to relish. He followed with his release only seconds later, slowing his movements until his cock softened. He slipped his finger from inside her and let his cock drop free.

  Jacob held her in place even though her legs felt shaky and she used her forearm to brace herself upright while his hands palmed her cheeks.

  “Nina, one day I’m going to redden these beautiful cheeks and fuck your arse.”

  “Now,” she managed but wondered if she’d gone too far.

  “Next time,” he told her, wrapping his arm around her waist and moving her upward until she leaned against his body, his mouth to her neck.

  “Now,” she said again, her voice a whisper as she relaxed against the great wall of his chest, safe with his arm holding her tight.

  “Later,” he told her a second time and slowly moved from behind her, steadying her. “Stay put,” he said, and she did, wavering slightly until she felt him lowering her night gown over her head.

  She managed to find the arm holes with his help, and then he turned her around to face him. He smiled as he brushed damp curls from her face and straightened the gown over her form.

  “Rest now. It will be morning soon, and you’ll be sore.” He gave her one last kiss on the lips and drew back the covers, guiding her to lie down, lifting her legs under the layers. “Sleep in,” he told her as he tugged his own dressing gown back into place. “I’ll be busy in the morning. Shall we ride in the afternoon? Unless you’re too sore.”

  “Maybe for a horse, but not for you. I’ll be ready.” Nina watched him walk to her door and pause, watching her intently.

  “Sleep, you’ll need the rest.” His sinister laugh should have annoyed her, but instead, she curled into the bedding with a strange smile on her lips, too exhausted to even think about what they had done together.

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  Chapter Eleven

  The image her mind created should have appalled her, but instead it made her pussy hot and wet. Within the darkened confines of the room, she slid her hand to her breast, first cupping than kneading her own flesh. Her nipple was already hard, but her fingers pinching and twisting it made it harder, sending sparks to her belly and lower. She was just starting to enjoy the feeling when there was a knock on her door. Quickly, she pulled her hand free and tried to straighten her gown.

  “Come in,” she said, hoping her voice sounded normal.

  When the door opened, Jacob entered, wind-blown and dusty from his morning activities. One glance at him and she knew again she’d fallen forever in love with this man. His original attitude of ambivalence no longer gave her pause. Instead, she saw a man of great strength and imagination.

  “Good morning,” she whispered, feeling her chest, neck, and cheeks heat with embarrassment.

  “Good morning. How do you feel?” He closed the door behind him and walked to the bed, taking the tray from her lap and putting it aside on a bureau.

  “Guilty,” she said, dropping back onto the pillows and letting her whole body stretch tall. “I should have been up hours ago and had breakfast with you. What will the servants say?” she asked, finally laughing with the realization she didn’t care. She’d not be here much longer. It would be much more advantageous to take what Jacob would give her and ignore convention.

  “Keep moving like that, and you’ll get more of last night.”

  She slid under the covers and glanced at him. “Is the door locked?”

  “No,” he answered with a laugh. “I’m not staying, just wanted to check on you. No lasting regrets of last night?”

  “Only that you didn’t stay longer.” She threw the blankets aside and shifted her hips.

  His lightly calloused hand cupped her breast through the material, tugging on her already hard nipple. “You’re excited. What were you doing when I came in?” His voice teased her, and she heated with embarrassment a second time. “Tell me,” he whispered, leaning down close to her face, brushing his lips along her chin.

  “I was remembering last night.”

  “What part?”

  “All of it, especially being turned over with you fucking me from behind.” She drew a breath, adding, “I was touching my own breast out of frustration when you knocked.”

  “Should I leave you to your wants?” he asked with a knowing smile.

  “No. I’d much rather have your touch against my skin.”

  “Would you now?” He ran his hand along her body to her ankles then pulled the material of her gown up. When she was bared to him from the waist down, he dropped his head and quickly tongued her clit.

  “Oh, Jacob,” she said in a whisper, “that feels wonderful.”

  “Does it? Do you want more?” he asked, but his tone had changed.

  Opening her eyes, she saw the strange look on his face. “Yes.”

  “What do I get in return?”

  “Anything I can humanly give you.”

  “Anything? That’s an interesting answer.” His hand dipped between her legs, gently pushing her thighs wide.

  She allowed them to drop to the side, leaving her exposed to his gaze and touch. “Anything.” Her words were more of a challenge than a request.

  Jacob slid his index finger along her pussy lips and found her wet and slippery. He then drew his finger along her mouth, and her tongue slipped out to follow its path.

  “You tempt me, Nina, but that will have to wait.”

  She sighed with disappointment as he started to pull her gown back in place. He hesitated, taking her hand and placing it over his erection, using his pressure to stroke himself several times before taking her hand and placing it over her vagina.

  “Put your cock inside me, Jacob, just for a few minutes.”

  “Later. For now, let me watch you.”

  “Watch me?” She sat upright at his words.

  “Yes. Rub your pussy for me, the way you want me to.”

  “I couldn’t,” she started, and he laughed.

  “Of course you can,” he told her, using his hand to gently start the motion. After several passes, he stepped back, standing to the side of her bed, watching as she stroked herself. “Is that how you want me to touch you?”

  “No, I want…”

  “I want to watch you.”

  “It’s not the same as when you touch me.”

  “It shouldn’t be the same, but yo
ur body will tell me what you like. Show me.”

  She hesitated only a moment before letting her fingers dance along her skin, stopping to encircle her little nub and dipping her index finger along her folds, taking the moisture and rubbing it all over.

  Nina forgot to be anxious and watched him as he watched her. She let her other hand move to her breast and pinched her nipple through the fabric in the same pattern as her fingers dipping within her walls. Her body moved of its own accord, her finger slipping deeper inside her body, drawing out moisture and rubbing it around repeatedly until her thighs were wet, and her whole body became covered in a thin layer of sweat.

  Jacob’s hand dropped to cover hers, forcing more pressure onto her finger, pushing it deeper inside, slipping his beside her, inside her. Her body quaked around them. He moved their hands away and sat beside her, his arm resting across her waist, bringing him very close to her face.

  “It’s a start,” he told her and leaned forward to drop a kiss on her forehead. “Now do you want to sleep the day away or ride?”

  “I want to ride with you.”

  “The trail might be different than the last time,” he warned her.

  “I trust you,” she told him.

  “Be downstairs in an hour.” He stood to leave and turned back. “And no more playing around with yourself when I’m gone.” He laughed adding, “Your body’s mine now, Nina, mine alone to use.”

  He tugged the door tight, and she refrained from stroking herself only because she knew she’d need the hour to wash and dress.

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  Chapter Twelve

  It was exhilarating to be outside in the fresh air, moving quickly over the grounds on horseback. They’d ridden for a long time, the manor no longer in sight. They rode along the outskirts of a farm field, Jacob telling her what he’d plant there come spring.

  She asked questions about farming that seemed to surprise him, but he gave her complete answers as opposed to telling her not to worry about it. That was part of why she liked him so much. He didn’t pander to her sex, rather openly answered her curiosity.

  They stopped to water the horses and relaxed on a blanket he’d had coiled to his saddle. She sipped at the water he offered her and when she reached to hand it back to him, he pulled her flat across his legs. Her skirts bellowed upward, leaving her quite open to his appraisal and the fresh air.

  “Jacob, someone might see,” she said, trying to get up, but his heavy arm lay across her back.

  “And what if someone saw?” he asked.

  “That would be … would be terrible, embarrassing.”

  “But the idea makes you hot, doesn’t it, Nina?”

  “No,” she said a bit too quickly and wondered what he had in mind.

  “This morning you told me I could do anything I wanted with you. Do you still feel the same?”

  The weight of his arm over her was somehow reassuring even if she was all but half naked and her skirts were pulled up, preventing her from seeing his face. With his other hand, he pushed them forward, covering her sight completely. She squirmed and was rewarded by his erection pressing at her belly. She groaned and tried to reach to him.

  “No, Nina, not now,” he told her just before his palm landed squarely on her left then right buttock. She froze on his lap, and he laughed, delivering several more swats before putting any force behind them.

  “Tonight, I want to see you standing naked before me with your cheeks marked red from my hand.” He spanked her a few more times, and she realized he was tugging her slips from her body, all but tearing her underclothes in a rush to see her naked flesh.

  Cool air against her skin made her quake, and the idea that one of his employees or neighbors might stumble upon them made her hot, wet. Beyond allowing Jacob to spank her, being seen compromised this way added to the erotic image in her mind.

  This wasn’t supposed to happen. She was a simple girl who was raised to know better, but here she was beside the stream letting this man strip her bare and spank her at his whim.

  “It makes your cock hard to spank me, doesn’t it, Jacob? I can feel you throb against my belly with each stroke.”

  “Does it make you hot and excited when I do, Nina?” His hand came down in a rapid succession of taps until she answered.

  “Yes, but I don’t know why.”

  “Does it matter why? We know my spanking you arouses us both.”

  “I don’t know anymore. It’s all so confusing.”

  “Shall I stop, then?” he asked, his tone businesslike.

  “No,” she told him, surprised at herself.

  “No? Are you sure?”

  “No, but if you stop, I’ll miss your touch.”

  His laughter wasn’t what she expected. He drew her skirts back down, leaving her undergarments completely disheveled underneath. Helping her to rise, he easily lifted her up onto Clover’s back and mounted Triton.

  “You did that on purpose, didn’t you, knowing I’d be sore on the horse’s back for the ride home?”

  “Would you like to stop to straighten your garments?” His tone left only one impression—a dare.

  “No, you’d like that, and I won’t give you the satisfaction.”

  “What will you give me, then?”

  “Anything when we’re alone.”

  “Remember you said those words, Nina.”

  Their ride back was leisurely for him, a bit awkward for her stinging cheeks. With each bounce, she landed with a reminder of his touch.

  At the manor, he helped her down and told her dispassionately that he’d see her for supper.

  Nina wanted to be mad, wanted to hate him, but she couldn’t. She had created the situation and would stand by her decisions. However he treated her in public was far different than when they were alone.

  She paced her room, occasionally rubbing her buttocks, but the touch only heated her core. She thought to touch herself for relief, but didn’t, knowing that waiting for him to release her would be more powerful. She was lying on her side on the divan in the late afternoon when she heard voices from the room next door. It wasn’t Wallace’s normal tirade, rather laughing.

  Nina didn’t care who saw her. Curiosity got the better of her, and she crept into the hallway, drawing a breath before opening the door to Wallace’s room. The stench of sickness wafted to her senses first.

  The scene before her was startling in many ways. He lay naked on his back in the center of the bed, his leg brace nowhere in sight. A naked woman straddled him, moving in the newly familiar up and back motions Nina easily recognized.

  This strange woman was fucking Wallace, and he was too wrapped up in the act to realize Nina stood in the doorway.

  From the back, she could only see the woman was wider than her, with reddish hair falling in curls around her shoulders. Her arms were braced beside his neck, her head lowered toward his, their words uttered in breathless tones. His hands came around and held her waist for balance as her movements quickened.

  Nina knew she should leave, wanted to, but felt as if she’d been planted there. It was an image she’d not forget nor let him forget. If she’d felt any guilt about leaving him, it was now long forgotten. She thought to leave when they started to shift positions, but they were so absorbed in what they were doing, they never took notice of her.

  Nina leaned her hip against the closed door, watching with disgust and slight awe as Wallace flipped the woman under him and took the top position.

  For a long time, she watched Wallace pump his cock into the now docile female lying under him. The woman’s low voice urged him to go deeper and faster. Nina saw his bloated buttocks rising and lowering over the woman, his hands twisting her nipples.

  The redheaded woman let out a cry of pain. Wallace slapped her across the face and hissed. “Shut up, bitch, someone will hear us,” he snapped, in a tone Nina hoped to never hear again.

  It fascinated her to watch them fuck, the woman obviously bored by the rep
etitive movements, her body absorbing more and more force.

  “You’re not doing it right,” Wallace told her and used his palms to squeeze her sizeable breasts. The woman squirmed and put her hand over her mouth to muffle her cries.

  “Over the side, you stupid cunt.” He moved off her with ease and stood at the foot, waiting while the full-bodied, naked woman skirted to the end, using her forearms to prop her weight on the mattress, her legs spread wide. Wallace pulled on his own cock while waiting for her to position herself, then pushed inside her with incredible force.

  Nina watched his muscles tighten and finally couldn’t hold her tongue. “I see you can fuck this woman standing up, but you still can’t walk?”

  Their motions slowed, and Wallace turned to see who spoke. When he realized she was watching them, he hollered at her to get out. Nina didn’t move, rather shifted her weight to the other foot and waited.

  The woman slid out from under Wallace, and Nina walked closer to the bed. She saw his cock, slippery from the woman’s pussy and realized how small he was in comparison to Jacob. While she knew not to mention that, she did allow herself to laugh openly

  “I’d say you just saved me a lifetime of fucking that tiny penis.” She gave the confused woman a mock salute and turned on her heel, leaving them alone.

  She all but ran back to her room and locked the door, not wanting any intruders or confrontations. Nobody came to her room, and she wasn’t surprised since she didn’t think Wallace would have the guts to approach her. But she’d be careful. He was spiteful, and she’d not give him any opportunities to corner her alone.

  She dressed for dinner, taking special care with her hair.

  When she arrived downstairs, it was with a new appreciation for Jacob and his cock. She’d tell him later, of course, when they were alone. Telling him she’d walked in on her ex-fiancé and his lover was not proper dinner conversation.

  Nor was her mind on Wallace when each moment she sat on the fine damask covered chair, her buttocks throbbed. With each slight movement, she was reminded of how she’d let Jacob all but strip her bare and spank her in the fields. Her pussy throbbed, and her nipples hardened without a touch. Jacob was a very seductive man in imaginative ways.