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prototype.”
“He killed a lot of people with it, Mr. French. Most of them were my friends.”
Dougal coughed. “Let us move the discussion on to more cheerful topics if we may.”
Tom couldn’t help noticing how Antonia stared at him during the meal. She said little and deflected conversation whenever French and Baum tried to engage her in small talk. As they finished the main course, she pushed back her chair and stood up. Her discomfort in moving was obvious to those present.
“If my Lord does not require me; it has been a trying day and I will take my leave of you.”
Dougal turned to her, “Not staying for dessert, my dear?”
“I have had enough desserts today, my Lord.”
“Then you may leave.”
Antonia left the room, moving stiffly.
“Too much time in the saddle for Miss Wright, I think,” Baum said cheerfully. Neither Dougal nor Tom made any attempt to disillusion him.
After several cigars and brandy, Tom begged his leave of the other men and made his way back to his room. He was tempted to call on Antonia and heal her wounds but was scared it would not end with a simple healing. There was no doubt he was physically attracted to her and he had his relationship with Laura to consider.
He heard his door creak and was instantly awake. There was a light in the corridor that moved into the room. As he sat up in bed he saw it was Antonia holding a candle lamp. He pulled the covers up higher as he was bare-chested.
“I have not come for your body,” Antonia said haughtily. “In my present state, I would be unable to pleasure you. I have come to tell you that it is not over between us, your betrothed notwithstanding.”
She looked so brave standing there in pain that Tom’s heart went out to her.
“Let me heal you. It will require me to touch your bottom, I have to warn you.”
Tom was whisked back to the times he performed the same service for Laura and he wondered if there would ever be an age when punishing women would be forbidden.
Antonia gave him a look of gratitude and slipped her nightdress to the floor, which was not at all what Tom expected her to do.
“Oh, thank you Tom. You have no idea how much it hurts. Andrea keeps complaining about it.”
She moved towards him to stand with her legs touching the side of his bed. Being committed to this action, he reached around to touch her backside. She stifled a scream as his fingers reached their target.
Tom slipped into the strange space his healing always took him. It was as if Antonia’s body became his universe. He sensed her heart beat and oxygen enriching her blood as she breathed. The damage he had done to her was frightening. He must have hit her much harder than he intended or the ruler was a fearsome weapon indeed. Ruptured blood vessels, dead cells and signs of infection indicated he would have had to heal her sooner or later. Much better that it was now while the infection was limited.
Energy flowed through his fingers directing her body to heal itself. Cells flowed from inside her bones to replace the ones destroyed. In seconds, a week’s worth of natural healing took place and the infection was routed. Antonia sighed and her body shivered as if in rapture. She collapsed over the bed and across his thighs.
Quivering and scissoring her legs in an exciting fashion, Antonia remained on his lap moaning in what sounded suspiciously like pleasure. Fearing an unfortunate emission on his part, Tom slapped at her bottom to get her off him.
“More, seize my hair, slap harder.” Antonia moaned. “Oh Andrea, stop doing it. I cannot take any more.”
Tom held her by the shoulders and managed to force her from the bed. Antonia had trouble standing straight at first. Her face was flushed, her lips full and her eyes wide.
“Thank you so much, kind sir,” she said, attempting a curtsey. Her hands went to her groin as she doubled over. “Please stop it, Andrea,” she begged. After a moment more of twisting she came to
“He killed a lot of people with it, Mr. French. Most of them were my friends.”
Dougal coughed. “Let us move the discussion on to more cheerful topics if we may.”
Tom couldn’t help noticing how Antonia stared at him during the meal. She said little and deflected conversation whenever French and Baum tried to engage her in small talk. As they finished the main course, she pushed back her chair and stood up. Her discomfort in moving was obvious to those present.
“If my Lord does not require me; it has been a trying day and I will take my leave of you.”
Dougal turned to her, “Not staying for dessert, my dear?”
“I have had enough desserts today, my Lord.”
“Then you may leave.”
Antonia left the room, moving stiffly.
“Too much time in the saddle for Miss Wright, I think,” Baum said cheerfully. Neither Dougal nor Tom made any attempt to disillusion him.
After several cigars and brandy, Tom begged his leave of the other men and made his way back to his room. He was tempted to call on Antonia and heal her wounds but was scared it would not end with a simple healing. There was no doubt he was physically attracted to her and he had his relationship with Laura to consider.
He heard his door creak and was instantly awake. There was a light in the corridor that moved into the room. As he sat up in bed he saw it was Antonia holding a candle lamp. He pulled the covers up higher as he was bare-chested.
“I have not come for your body,” Antonia said haughtily. “In my present state, I would be unable to pleasure you. I have come to tell you that it is not over between us, your betrothed notwithstanding.”
She looked so brave standing there in pain that Tom’s heart went out to her.
“Let me heal you. It will require me to touch your bottom, I have to warn you.”
Tom was whisked back to the times he performed the same service for Laura and he wondered if there would ever be an age when punishing women would be forbidden.
Antonia gave him a look of gratitude and slipped her nightdress to the floor, which was not at all what Tom expected her to do.
“Oh, thank you Tom. You have no idea how much it hurts. Andrea keeps complaining about it.”
She moved towards him to stand with her legs touching the side of his bed. Being committed to this action, he reached around to touch her backside. She stifled a scream as his fingers reached their target.
Tom slipped into the strange space his healing always took him. It was as if Antonia’s body became his universe. He sensed her heart beat and oxygen enriching her blood as she breathed. The damage he had done to her was frightening. He must have hit her much harder than he intended or the ruler was a fearsome weapon indeed. Ruptured blood vessels, dead cells and signs of infection indicated he would have had to heal her sooner or later. Much better that it was now while the infection was limited.
Energy flowed through his fingers directing her body to heal itself. Cells flowed from inside her bones to replace the ones destroyed. In seconds, a week’s worth of natural healing took place and the infection was routed. Antonia sighed and her body shivered as if in rapture. She collapsed over the bed and across his thighs.
Quivering and scissoring her legs in an exciting fashion, Antonia remained on his lap moaning in what sounded suspiciously like pleasure. Fearing an unfortunate emission on his part, Tom slapped at her bottom to get her off him.
“More, seize my hair, slap harder.” Antonia moaned. “Oh Andrea, stop doing it. I cannot take any more.”
Tom held her by the shoulders and managed to force her from the bed. Antonia had trouble standing straight at first. Her face was flushed, her lips full and her eyes wide.
“Thank you so much, kind sir,” she said, attempting a curtsey. Her hands went to her groin as she doubled over. “Please stop it, Andrea,” she begged. After a moment more of twisting she came to
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