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thick squirts, veritably flooding the crack of her bottom with his wetness, its gooey warmth dribbling between her cheeks and smothering the tender swollen lips of her sex.
And that was how he left her: trembling on her hands and knees like an animal, her face stuffed deep into her pillows, her rump held high in the air, her sex dripping both with his fluids and hers, as – without another word – he buckled himself back up in his breeches, turned and left the bedchamber, the door slamming shut behind him.
In her most private moments, in her tender girlish daydreams, Angelica had imagined the moment when she would lose her maidenhead. Time and time again, she had pictured the scene: the rose-petal strewn marriage bed, and her gentle suitor, stroking and caressing her, and only when the moment was right, carefully entering her, turning her once and for all from a girl into a woman.
But never, in any of her fantasies, had Angelica imagined anything like the evening just passed; her virginity roughly taken from her, as she knelt on all fours like an animal. And never in her wildest fantasies had she ever imagined it would feel so good.
“Are you listening, Angelica?” Mary’s voice said, puncturing Angelica’s daydream and bringing her rudely down to earth, “I said, put this on!”
Mary held up the strange black garment, and shook it angrily.
“I’m sorry,” said Angelica, forcing herself to concentrate on the task at hand, and not the rough animalistic pleasures of the previous evening.
She must have passed all day in such delicious daydreams, for it was early evening once again, and even before Mary’s arrival in her bedchamber, Angelica could sense that something was happening within the house.
All afternoon, horse-drawn carriages had begun arriving. As the first carriage had pulled up, Angelica thought that this signalled once more the arrival of Lady Reedsdale, bringing with it a confusing, heady mix of emotions – the painful jealousy of yesterday afternoon, and the exquisite pleasures of the night that followed.
But this was not Lady Reedsdale’s carriage. It was another, much like her own Lord’s: huge, dark and imposing. And from this carriage stepped not a lady but a gentleman. And as more carriages arrived, too, they all contained not women but men – some older than Lord Sutherland, some around the same age, but none as handsome or imposing as he.
Angelica was taken aback by the force of her emotion for Lord Sutherland. She knew it was only natural for a young woman to feel strongly for the man who relieved her of her virginity. But so much more had passed between them, too! The intimacies they were enjoying were inflaming her feelings for him in a way she did not understand and could not control.
“Put that on?” Angelica asked Mary, holding up the flimsy black thing to examine it better. It had been so long since she had been given a garment to wear other than her now habitual cotton petticoat, that she found this new item strange and puzzling. “You mean, put it on over my dress like a pinafore?”
But at this suggestion, Mary shook her head.
“No, Miss Angelica,” said Mary, reddening once more. “I’m under strict instructions to see that you put that on ... and that alone. Now come on, stop fooling and take off your clothes.”
And not for the first time, the more embarrassed Mary seemed, the more brazen and confident Angelica began to feel. For if this was at the request of Lord Sutherland – her master – then of course she would put it on. And the very fact that Mary didn’t like the idea of it, made Angelica enjoy herself even more. She felt a curious pride in her place within the house. Not to mention a growing excitement as she imagined whatever might lay before her this evening ...
Angelica began to get undressed, her little nipples stiffening from the cool air of her bedchamber as she pulled off her dress.
“Oh my, miss, what have you gone and done to
And that was how he left her: trembling on her hands and knees like an animal, her face stuffed deep into her pillows, her rump held high in the air, her sex dripping both with his fluids and hers, as – without another word – he buckled himself back up in his breeches, turned and left the bedchamber, the door slamming shut behind him.
In her most private moments, in her tender girlish daydreams, Angelica had imagined the moment when she would lose her maidenhead. Time and time again, she had pictured the scene: the rose-petal strewn marriage bed, and her gentle suitor, stroking and caressing her, and only when the moment was right, carefully entering her, turning her once and for all from a girl into a woman.
But never, in any of her fantasies, had Angelica imagined anything like the evening just passed; her virginity roughly taken from her, as she knelt on all fours like an animal. And never in her wildest fantasies had she ever imagined it would feel so good.
“Are you listening, Angelica?” Mary’s voice said, puncturing Angelica’s daydream and bringing her rudely down to earth, “I said, put this on!”
Mary held up the strange black garment, and shook it angrily.
“I’m sorry,” said Angelica, forcing herself to concentrate on the task at hand, and not the rough animalistic pleasures of the previous evening.
She must have passed all day in such delicious daydreams, for it was early evening once again, and even before Mary’s arrival in her bedchamber, Angelica could sense that something was happening within the house.
All afternoon, horse-drawn carriages had begun arriving. As the first carriage had pulled up, Angelica thought that this signalled once more the arrival of Lady Reedsdale, bringing with it a confusing, heady mix of emotions – the painful jealousy of yesterday afternoon, and the exquisite pleasures of the night that followed.
But this was not Lady Reedsdale’s carriage. It was another, much like her own Lord’s: huge, dark and imposing. And from this carriage stepped not a lady but a gentleman. And as more carriages arrived, too, they all contained not women but men – some older than Lord Sutherland, some around the same age, but none as handsome or imposing as he.
Angelica was taken aback by the force of her emotion for Lord Sutherland. She knew it was only natural for a young woman to feel strongly for the man who relieved her of her virginity. But so much more had passed between them, too! The intimacies they were enjoying were inflaming her feelings for him in a way she did not understand and could not control.
“Put that on?” Angelica asked Mary, holding up the flimsy black thing to examine it better. It had been so long since she had been given a garment to wear other than her now habitual cotton petticoat, that she found this new item strange and puzzling. “You mean, put it on over my dress like a pinafore?”
But at this suggestion, Mary shook her head.
“No, Miss Angelica,” said Mary, reddening once more. “I’m under strict instructions to see that you put that on ... and that alone. Now come on, stop fooling and take off your clothes.”
And not for the first time, the more embarrassed Mary seemed, the more brazen and confident Angelica began to feel. For if this was at the request of Lord Sutherland – her master – then of course she would put it on. And the very fact that Mary didn’t like the idea of it, made Angelica enjoy herself even more. She felt a curious pride in her place within the house. Not to mention a growing excitement as she imagined whatever might lay before her this evening ...
Angelica began to get undressed, her little nipples stiffening from the cool air of her bedchamber as she pulled off her dress.
“Oh my, miss, what have you gone and done to
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