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Authors: Victoria Whitlock
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the one who was hurt. Hurt by her own stupid jealousies.
Mary busied herself around the room, collecting laundry, while this time Angelica’s face was turned away from Mary, for she did not want the maid to see that this time it were her cheeks that were burning scarlet.
“I shall leave you now,” Mary said. She gestured towards the untouched dinner tray. “If I were you, I would make sure I ate something. For I suspect that after this visit from Lady Reedsdale, our master may wish to summon you.”
Angelica was awakened by the sound of carriage wheels grinding against the driveway. It was pitch dark in her bedchamber and she wondered what time it was. She must have fallen asleep after bathing – fallen asleep whilst waiting patiently, dressed as instructed in the simple silk and cotton that her master desired.
She had only begun to rouse herself from the sheets when she heard the sound of footsteps upon the wooden floor of the corridor leading to her room. But these were not Mary’s gentle, shuffling footsteps. These were heavy male footsteps, his footsteps. He was coming for her, at last.
She held her breath as the footsteps came closer, then stopped, right outside her door.
Angelica waited patiently for him to knock, ready to spring up and answer the door, but instead she heard the handle to her room begin to turn. Of course, why should he knock? This was his room, and she his property.
The door opened, and with the light of the corridor behind him, at first all Angelica could see was his silhouette – the imposing broadness of his shoulders, the tallness frame, such a powerful figure, reminding her all over again how much stronger he was than she. How he could snap her in two if he chose to! And at this thought, Angelica trembled.
“Good evening, My Lordship,” she said quietly, her voice shaking.
“Silence,” he interrupted. “Do not speak. In fact, do not make a single noise. Do you understand me? ”
Angelica nodded, pressing her lips together so that no sound could escape them.
“Good. Now turn around. Raise yourself up onto all fours like an animal.”
Again Angelica nodded, her heart beginning to pound as she did just as Lord Sutherland instructed. She could hear it in his voice – a tension, an intensity – that told her not to argue with him, to just do exactly as he instructed.
She turned around and placed herself on all fours, her rump held high to him, wondering if again he was going to spank her, and whether her poor tender little bottom could take much more of that so soon.
Behind her, she could hear him closing the door, the silence of her bedchamber enveloping them both for a moment. Then the creak of his boots on the floorboards as he approached her bed.
Angelica shivered again in anticipation, her delicate nipples stiffening beneath the cotton of her blouse, her womanhood crying out for him to touch it, to make it explode once more in a shower of wetness.
There was another pause, and then Angelica heard him begin to undo his belt.
Good God, she thought with a pang of trepidation, is he about to take that to my poor rump?
But no. Instead Lord Sutherland was simply unbuckling his trousers. Angelica could hear the fabric sliding open, and as it did so, her mind was filled with memories of his manhood: that hot thick beast, twitching and pulsing, almost as if it had a mind of its own.
Angelica braced herself, there on all fours like an animal, her young body trembling in fear and anticipation as Lord Sutherland approached her from behind.
There was a pause, and then she felt her bloomers being pulled sharply downwards, the silk tearing a little as he once more exposed her bare rump and, just beneath it, her throbbing, dripping sex.
She felt his fingers cup her there, one of them softly brushing right between her lips, right at the opening to herself, and it was all she could do to stop herself from letting out a soft groan. After all, she wasn’t to make a single
Mary busied herself around the room, collecting laundry, while this time Angelica’s face was turned away from Mary, for she did not want the maid to see that this time it were her cheeks that were burning scarlet.
“I shall leave you now,” Mary said. She gestured towards the untouched dinner tray. “If I were you, I would make sure I ate something. For I suspect that after this visit from Lady Reedsdale, our master may wish to summon you.”
Angelica was awakened by the sound of carriage wheels grinding against the driveway. It was pitch dark in her bedchamber and she wondered what time it was. She must have fallen asleep after bathing – fallen asleep whilst waiting patiently, dressed as instructed in the simple silk and cotton that her master desired.
She had only begun to rouse herself from the sheets when she heard the sound of footsteps upon the wooden floor of the corridor leading to her room. But these were not Mary’s gentle, shuffling footsteps. These were heavy male footsteps, his footsteps. He was coming for her, at last.
She held her breath as the footsteps came closer, then stopped, right outside her door.
Angelica waited patiently for him to knock, ready to spring up and answer the door, but instead she heard the handle to her room begin to turn. Of course, why should he knock? This was his room, and she his property.
The door opened, and with the light of the corridor behind him, at first all Angelica could see was his silhouette – the imposing broadness of his shoulders, the tallness frame, such a powerful figure, reminding her all over again how much stronger he was than she. How he could snap her in two if he chose to! And at this thought, Angelica trembled.
“Good evening, My Lordship,” she said quietly, her voice shaking.
“Silence,” he interrupted. “Do not speak. In fact, do not make a single noise. Do you understand me? ”
Angelica nodded, pressing her lips together so that no sound could escape them.
“Good. Now turn around. Raise yourself up onto all fours like an animal.”
Again Angelica nodded, her heart beginning to pound as she did just as Lord Sutherland instructed. She could hear it in his voice – a tension, an intensity – that told her not to argue with him, to just do exactly as he instructed.
She turned around and placed herself on all fours, her rump held high to him, wondering if again he was going to spank her, and whether her poor tender little bottom could take much more of that so soon.
Behind her, she could hear him closing the door, the silence of her bedchamber enveloping them both for a moment. Then the creak of his boots on the floorboards as he approached her bed.
Angelica shivered again in anticipation, her delicate nipples stiffening beneath the cotton of her blouse, her womanhood crying out for him to touch it, to make it explode once more in a shower of wetness.
There was another pause, and then Angelica heard him begin to undo his belt.
Good God, she thought with a pang of trepidation, is he about to take that to my poor rump?
But no. Instead Lord Sutherland was simply unbuckling his trousers. Angelica could hear the fabric sliding open, and as it did so, her mind was filled with memories of his manhood: that hot thick beast, twitching and pulsing, almost as if it had a mind of its own.
Angelica braced herself, there on all fours like an animal, her young body trembling in fear and anticipation as Lord Sutherland approached her from behind.
There was a pause, and then she felt her bloomers being pulled sharply downwards, the silk tearing a little as he once more exposed her bare rump and, just beneath it, her throbbing, dripping sex.
She felt his fingers cup her there, one of them softly brushing right between her lips, right at the opening to herself, and it was all she could do to stop herself from letting out a soft groan. After all, she wasn’t to make a single
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