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tired.”
“It’s been a big day for you. I’ve asked a lot from you, and you haven’t disappointed me.”
“No?”
“Not at all.” He smiled again. “Come here. Finish your drink and come here.” He held out his hand.
She stared into the glass and then nervously took another gulp, then abruptly downed what was left. The liquor burned all the way to her stomach, and yet it continued to warm her in a strangely pleasant way. When she moved to her feet, she nearly stumbled, but then blushingly righted herself before making up the distance between them. Standing inside his overwhelming aura, so close to his beating heart, hers jumped a few anxious beats. Her fear never greater than it was now. His hand gently pushed back her mussed up hair, then he affectionately laid a palm against her cheek. No warning at all, and his arm captured her inside its grasp, while his lips crushed against hers and his mouth opened. Furious and deep, the longed-for kiss made her melt against him and her body became his. He’d taken her mind and twisted it for his perverse purpose, leaving her mystified by his power to do that. But the kiss was more direct. And the way he led her to the bed, there was little mystery about what he planned to do. Nor was there any confusion about what she wanted. Her heart seemed to lead with her mind too drunk to think straight. He stripped her clothes away, his eyes clearly coveting her youthful body. The lovely roundness of her breasts was cause for his adoration. The taste of her skin as his mouth and lips devoured it made him groan with unpretentious lust. In the heat of their mutual desire, no commands were necessary to have her bending to his will. And when he hovered over her nakedness, his own naked body poised to strike, her fierce desire for him was unmistakable.
“Oh, sir, take me!” she silently cried out.
He must have heard her beg; it took only a moment to react.
Mr. Darcy was quickly inside her, the experience quite unlike anything that had ever happened to her. His erection speared her deep, for the first time their bodies were skin to skin. While taking her with long, penetrating thrusts, she responded as an eager sex slave, pulling him into her body and holding him fiercely. She ached for him in a way that was unfamiliar and verboten in the world she’d come from, and yet this seemed so perfect. The two would never be more one than they were that night.
They slept together when their initial sex was over. They snuggled close like lovers at
midnight
, and woke at three for sex again.
And though Darcy was gone when she awakened the next morning, she found him in his office already working, freshly showered and immaculately dressed as usual. A check of the clock – it was nearly
nine o’clock
.
“You’re a mess, Shelby,” he said directly. “Perhaps you should go home and get yourself cleaned up.”
“Yes, sir,” she smiled, “I do feel rather…rather well-used.”
“Indeed you are.” He smiled back.
Giving up her apartment and her salary, and everything she owned seemed only to cement an arrangement she deeply cherished. Mr. Darcy’s property. She even loved the sound of that and what the thought of it did to her body. She was at his disposal any hour of the day or night. She belonged to him as much as his house, his clothes and his business belonged to him. She was an asset he’d acquired with great time and expense to him. She couldn’t have been more grateful to have found a man who so thoroughly understood her.
Chapter Five
“So, when does this end?”
Shelby
peered through the gloomy fog of the dark room, sensing Jessup’s presence. The fear and loathing that she’d felt since her incarceration began were morphing into something very different, but she was unable to
“It’s been a big day for you. I’ve asked a lot from you, and you haven’t disappointed me.”
“No?”
“Not at all.” He smiled again. “Come here. Finish your drink and come here.” He held out his hand.
She stared into the glass and then nervously took another gulp, then abruptly downed what was left. The liquor burned all the way to her stomach, and yet it continued to warm her in a strangely pleasant way. When she moved to her feet, she nearly stumbled, but then blushingly righted herself before making up the distance between them. Standing inside his overwhelming aura, so close to his beating heart, hers jumped a few anxious beats. Her fear never greater than it was now. His hand gently pushed back her mussed up hair, then he affectionately laid a palm against her cheek. No warning at all, and his arm captured her inside its grasp, while his lips crushed against hers and his mouth opened. Furious and deep, the longed-for kiss made her melt against him and her body became his. He’d taken her mind and twisted it for his perverse purpose, leaving her mystified by his power to do that. But the kiss was more direct. And the way he led her to the bed, there was little mystery about what he planned to do. Nor was there any confusion about what she wanted. Her heart seemed to lead with her mind too drunk to think straight. He stripped her clothes away, his eyes clearly coveting her youthful body. The lovely roundness of her breasts was cause for his adoration. The taste of her skin as his mouth and lips devoured it made him groan with unpretentious lust. In the heat of their mutual desire, no commands were necessary to have her bending to his will. And when he hovered over her nakedness, his own naked body poised to strike, her fierce desire for him was unmistakable.
“Oh, sir, take me!” she silently cried out.
He must have heard her beg; it took only a moment to react.
Mr. Darcy was quickly inside her, the experience quite unlike anything that had ever happened to her. His erection speared her deep, for the first time their bodies were skin to skin. While taking her with long, penetrating thrusts, she responded as an eager sex slave, pulling him into her body and holding him fiercely. She ached for him in a way that was unfamiliar and verboten in the world she’d come from, and yet this seemed so perfect. The two would never be more one than they were that night.
They slept together when their initial sex was over. They snuggled close like lovers at
midnight
, and woke at three for sex again.
And though Darcy was gone when she awakened the next morning, she found him in his office already working, freshly showered and immaculately dressed as usual. A check of the clock – it was nearly
nine o’clock
.
“You’re a mess, Shelby,” he said directly. “Perhaps you should go home and get yourself cleaned up.”
“Yes, sir,” she smiled, “I do feel rather…rather well-used.”
“Indeed you are.” He smiled back.
Giving up her apartment and her salary, and everything she owned seemed only to cement an arrangement she deeply cherished. Mr. Darcy’s property. She even loved the sound of that and what the thought of it did to her body. She was at his disposal any hour of the day or night. She belonged to him as much as his house, his clothes and his business belonged to him. She was an asset he’d acquired with great time and expense to him. She couldn’t have been more grateful to have found a man who so thoroughly understood her.
Chapter Five
“So, when does this end?”
Shelby
peered through the gloomy fog of the dark room, sensing Jessup’s presence. The fear and loathing that she’d felt since her incarceration began were morphing into something very different, but she was unable to
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