won't touch your hair , I promise, as to the dress...." I lifted the back of her dress up, but there was way too much material for me to just tuck it anywhere.
"I'll just hold it for you." She looked over her shoulder at me with a scowl; too late , I was already releasing myself and was not about to be denied.
"Nice panties love too bad ..." I tore them from her body before rubbing my cockhead against her and easing in.
Each time was better than the last. I had to hold still and close my eyes against the riot of emotions that engulfed me at that moment. How could anything feel this good? Like she was made for me, like there was always meant to be an us.
" Jonathan." I love the way she calls my name in that fuck me now voice.
"Yes ma'am." I started moving into her heat , her dress held loosely in one hand as I used the other to pull her back onto my cock, nice and slow. The others could wait, some things just shouldn't be rushed.
JOANNA
The ball was in full swing, that's what Margaret called it. Not a party, but a ball. It was my presentation ball, kind of like a coming out party. I wish either Jonathan or his mother had told me that I would be meeting an Earl and a Duke, or that he himself was a Viscount; whatever that meant. Some of the guests were family members, but there were also longtime family friends here, like centuries long.
I have to admit to being just slightly intimidated; when Jonathan was through violating me in the sitting room earlier, he'd presented me with a beautiful set of emerald and gold jewelry. It looked like something an empress of a bygone time would've worn. In fact, he said it'd been in his family for generations, like a couple hundred years. I was almost afraid to wear them after hearing that, but he just laughed and said when I became his wife I would own some that were even older.
My dress was an empire waist , floor length, ivory gown, with cap sleeves and a gathered bodice. It was simply elegant, and made me feel like quite the princess. The fact that I was bare assed naked underneath was no one else's business.
Jonathan , bless his heart, understood my anxiety and stuck close to me; everyone seemed nice enough, so that midway through the festivities, I relaxed a little.
That's when I decided it was okay to go to the ladies or the loo as they called it here , all on my lonesome.
Sandra was with a group of women otherwise I would've asked her to come with, since the place was so huge. But I thought I should act like an adult and ease out from under Jonathan’s shadow; this way he wouldn't start feeling stifled and grow tired of his American bride.
The bathroom looked like something o ut of an old thirties era movie. All gilded mirrors and marble pillars. One wall was all glass, with a marble sink top, with gold basins in the shape of shells. Everything was gold, or white marble with gold; simply gorgeous. Talk about intimidating.
Chapter 20
"Can you imagine that thing, trying to fit in with the rest of us? What a joke, I mean what is Jonathan thinking?"
I stopped in my tracks as my heart fell to my toes; I knew that voice , I'd heard it the last time in the states. What was she doing here? I hadn't seen her on the dance floor, or anywhere in the hall; then again the place was so huge it was easy to get lost in the crowd.
"Just do as I say and eve rything will work out just fine. Do you believe he had the nerve to try to set the family against me for her? Me, the one who's been here for years. The fact that Sir Avery admonished me was bad enough, but then later even Donald took her side as well, it's not to be borne. I won't have that tainting our family line. I mean think of my children, a long line of pedigreed ancestors and then that, Jonathan's yank slag, I won't stand for it."
I didn't know what to do ; they were around the corner from me, so they had no idea I was there. My first thought was to get the hell out of there; I wanted to cry
"I'll just hold it for you." She looked over her shoulder at me with a scowl; too late , I was already releasing myself and was not about to be denied.
"Nice panties love too bad ..." I tore them from her body before rubbing my cockhead against her and easing in.
Each time was better than the last. I had to hold still and close my eyes against the riot of emotions that engulfed me at that moment. How could anything feel this good? Like she was made for me, like there was always meant to be an us.
" Jonathan." I love the way she calls my name in that fuck me now voice.
"Yes ma'am." I started moving into her heat , her dress held loosely in one hand as I used the other to pull her back onto my cock, nice and slow. The others could wait, some things just shouldn't be rushed.
JOANNA
The ball was in full swing, that's what Margaret called it. Not a party, but a ball. It was my presentation ball, kind of like a coming out party. I wish either Jonathan or his mother had told me that I would be meeting an Earl and a Duke, or that he himself was a Viscount; whatever that meant. Some of the guests were family members, but there were also longtime family friends here, like centuries long.
I have to admit to being just slightly intimidated; when Jonathan was through violating me in the sitting room earlier, he'd presented me with a beautiful set of emerald and gold jewelry. It looked like something an empress of a bygone time would've worn. In fact, he said it'd been in his family for generations, like a couple hundred years. I was almost afraid to wear them after hearing that, but he just laughed and said when I became his wife I would own some that were even older.
My dress was an empire waist , floor length, ivory gown, with cap sleeves and a gathered bodice. It was simply elegant, and made me feel like quite the princess. The fact that I was bare assed naked underneath was no one else's business.
Jonathan , bless his heart, understood my anxiety and stuck close to me; everyone seemed nice enough, so that midway through the festivities, I relaxed a little.
That's when I decided it was okay to go to the ladies or the loo as they called it here , all on my lonesome.
Sandra was with a group of women otherwise I would've asked her to come with, since the place was so huge. But I thought I should act like an adult and ease out from under Jonathan’s shadow; this way he wouldn't start feeling stifled and grow tired of his American bride.
The bathroom looked like something o ut of an old thirties era movie. All gilded mirrors and marble pillars. One wall was all glass, with a marble sink top, with gold basins in the shape of shells. Everything was gold, or white marble with gold; simply gorgeous. Talk about intimidating.
Chapter 20
"Can you imagine that thing, trying to fit in with the rest of us? What a joke, I mean what is Jonathan thinking?"
I stopped in my tracks as my heart fell to my toes; I knew that voice , I'd heard it the last time in the states. What was she doing here? I hadn't seen her on the dance floor, or anywhere in the hall; then again the place was so huge it was easy to get lost in the crowd.
"Just do as I say and eve rything will work out just fine. Do you believe he had the nerve to try to set the family against me for her? Me, the one who's been here for years. The fact that Sir Avery admonished me was bad enough, but then later even Donald took her side as well, it's not to be borne. I won't have that tainting our family line. I mean think of my children, a long line of pedigreed ancestors and then that, Jonathan's yank slag, I won't stand for it."
I didn't know what to do ; they were around the corner from me, so they had no idea I was there. My first thought was to get the hell out of there; I wanted to cry
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