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Authors: Debra Glass
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keep the love she’d found with Thomas secreted away in her heart.
Besides, even if he did feel the same way about her, he was too honorable a man to elope with another man’s fiancée. For that reason alone, she could never tell him her feelings for him.
If he did care for her, it would break his heart when he had to turn her over to Robert. Catherine knew—because with every second that ticked by, her heart shattered a little more.
* * * * *
Apprehension swept over Thomas as he awakened fully and realized he had spent the night in Catherine’s bed—in Catherine’s arms. How could he have been so foolish?
He took a deep breath as last night’s events washed through his memories. Squeezing his eyes shut, he recalled his untimely ejaculation on Catherine’s stomach. A wave of utter horror and humiliation swept over him. And then he recalled Catherine’s soothing voice and her reassuring caresses. He remembered sobbing like a baby in her arms. He’d been thoroughly unmanned.
She lay awake tracing slow, mesmerizing circles on his chest with her index finger. Innocent Catherine…
A sense of calm swept through him which he knew would not last. It was like the calm before a storm. Wallingford would be coming for her soon.
Wallingford.
That son of a bitch.
A graphic image of Catherine being forced to submit to Wallingford’s sadistic whims assailed Thomas.
I just want her to learn to respond. To learn how to please me without question.
That had been Wallingford’s request. Thomas knew he could never teach her to respond without question to that bastard. He had often bragged about the cruelties he performed on his mistresses. Humiliating sex games. Pony costumes. Thomas shuddered. Would the bastard put Catherine through that?
He held her a little closer and nuzzled his face in her fragrant hair. He wanted to protect her, to keep her locked away here where she was safe. He wanted to make love to her, to show her how a man and a woman could come together, could please one another with mutual respect and appreciation. She would never know that with Wallingford.
Perhaps she would take a lover after she married Wallingford. Thomas hoped so but even the thought of that dismayed him. Besides, Wallingford was not the trusting sort. He would have his spies watching her every move and if she did perchance behave with indiscretion, Wallingford would surely punish her for it.
He took a deep breath and let it out slowly. He had the power to take her from Wallingford. He could marry her—if she wanted him to.
* * * * *
Catherine had fucked herself five times with that damned finger of a dildo Thomas had given her. Dear God, why wouldn’t he come to her? Where had he been all day?
She’d spent the morning being bathed and fed by Lydia and then left alone all afternoon, unfettered, unblindfolded .
Every time she’d heard footsteps in the hall, her body had come alive, waiting, anticipating her next lesson. And every time, she’d resorted to relieving herself with the dildo. Even now, she was less than satisfied. Nothing would do but his touch, his kiss.
Her nipples hardened at just the thought of him kissing them, suckling them. That familiar aching between her legs returned full force at the thought of his exploring fingers, his tongue…
She dropped onto the bed and gazed around the room. Dammit ! Where was he?
* * * * *
Thomas held his empty glass up to the waning rays of light that still filtered in through the leaded glass in his den. The sunset danced in the cut crystal as he twisted it back and forth, savoring the last bittersweet swallow of Irish whiskey.
Over the course of the day, he’d downed nearly an entire bottle and still was not feeling its effects. He set the glass down heavily on the side table, shifted in his leather chair and scratched his unshaven jaw. Why couldn’t he get her out of his mind?
And why, even at his age, did his shaft harden at the mere thought of her?
Emotions he had
Besides, even if he did feel the same way about her, he was too honorable a man to elope with another man’s fiancée. For that reason alone, she could never tell him her feelings for him.
If he did care for her, it would break his heart when he had to turn her over to Robert. Catherine knew—because with every second that ticked by, her heart shattered a little more.
* * * * *
Apprehension swept over Thomas as he awakened fully and realized he had spent the night in Catherine’s bed—in Catherine’s arms. How could he have been so foolish?
He took a deep breath as last night’s events washed through his memories. Squeezing his eyes shut, he recalled his untimely ejaculation on Catherine’s stomach. A wave of utter horror and humiliation swept over him. And then he recalled Catherine’s soothing voice and her reassuring caresses. He remembered sobbing like a baby in her arms. He’d been thoroughly unmanned.
She lay awake tracing slow, mesmerizing circles on his chest with her index finger. Innocent Catherine…
A sense of calm swept through him which he knew would not last. It was like the calm before a storm. Wallingford would be coming for her soon.
Wallingford.
That son of a bitch.
A graphic image of Catherine being forced to submit to Wallingford’s sadistic whims assailed Thomas.
I just want her to learn to respond. To learn how to please me without question.
That had been Wallingford’s request. Thomas knew he could never teach her to respond without question to that bastard. He had often bragged about the cruelties he performed on his mistresses. Humiliating sex games. Pony costumes. Thomas shuddered. Would the bastard put Catherine through that?
He held her a little closer and nuzzled his face in her fragrant hair. He wanted to protect her, to keep her locked away here where she was safe. He wanted to make love to her, to show her how a man and a woman could come together, could please one another with mutual respect and appreciation. She would never know that with Wallingford.
Perhaps she would take a lover after she married Wallingford. Thomas hoped so but even the thought of that dismayed him. Besides, Wallingford was not the trusting sort. He would have his spies watching her every move and if she did perchance behave with indiscretion, Wallingford would surely punish her for it.
He took a deep breath and let it out slowly. He had the power to take her from Wallingford. He could marry her—if she wanted him to.
* * * * *
Catherine had fucked herself five times with that damned finger of a dildo Thomas had given her. Dear God, why wouldn’t he come to her? Where had he been all day?
She’d spent the morning being bathed and fed by Lydia and then left alone all afternoon, unfettered, unblindfolded .
Every time she’d heard footsteps in the hall, her body had come alive, waiting, anticipating her next lesson. And every time, she’d resorted to relieving herself with the dildo. Even now, she was less than satisfied. Nothing would do but his touch, his kiss.
Her nipples hardened at just the thought of him kissing them, suckling them. That familiar aching between her legs returned full force at the thought of his exploring fingers, his tongue…
She dropped onto the bed and gazed around the room. Dammit ! Where was he?
* * * * *
Thomas held his empty glass up to the waning rays of light that still filtered in through the leaded glass in his den. The sunset danced in the cut crystal as he twisted it back and forth, savoring the last bittersweet swallow of Irish whiskey.
Over the course of the day, he’d downed nearly an entire bottle and still was not feeling its effects. He set the glass down heavily on the side table, shifted in his leather chair and scratched his unshaven jaw. Why couldn’t he get her out of his mind?
And why, even at his age, did his shaft harden at the mere thought of her?
Emotions he had
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