climax, and your bud will open like a flower. Now bend your knees a little and open your thighs. That’s it! Are you ready, sweetheart?”
She licked her lips nervously. “Yes, please.”
As the pressure of his fingertips continued, she became fever hot and wasn’t sure she could bear the intense sensitivity, but then, as he’d promised, she became moist, then slick, and she began to writhe with pleasure. When the little climax burst, she came up off the bed and clung to him. “Robert! Robert!”
He held her tightly and rubbed her back until she relaxed. With his lips against her ear he murmured, “Now I’m going to pleasure you again with my finger up inside your sheath. Each time I draw it out I stroke your bud until it finally explodes.”
Liz was panting with excitement. “You don’t mind teaching me?”
“Mind? I think I’ve died and gone to heaven. Now, open for me.”
Once Catherine was safely back in the stables she realized that the only sin the massive deerhound had been guilty of was overfriendliness. The unsavory, uncivilized giant in charge of the dogs was another matter entirely. His overt maleness suddenly made her afraid as she realized she could have been in grave peril. How did such a brute know I was called Cat? And when I challenged him, he said he knew far more about me than my name! She could not report him to Dobson, because she had released the gamekeeper’s quail, but she certainly intended to alert the male servants at Hunsdon Hall that there was a vile, dangerous devil lurking in the woods and warn them he was armed with vicious-looking weapons.
Cat hurried inside to seek out Maggie. “You were right. I should never have gone into the woods alone today. There was a vile poacher who laid hands on me. He was at least seven feet of brute strength. I know he was uncivilized because he was a Scot !”
“Ye had me going fer a minute, lass, but there’s no need to make up stories about how ye got yer dress torn.”
“His deerhound did that. Satan, I believe he called it!”
Maggie studied her for a minute. “The devil did it? And I suppose the devil spirited off the crate of quail that Dobson managed to snare?”
“No, I was the one who did that, Maggie. The poor little birds were suffocating to death. He wore a sheepskin!”
“The devil? I warrant that’s because he was a Scots devil.”
“You’re not taking me seriously,” Cat accused. “You don’t even believe me!”
“Oh, I believe ye; thousands wouldn’t. Better remove the dress so I can repair it, and I recommend a bath while you’re at it, if ye intend to dine with the ladies at Hunsdon Hall tonight.”
Catherine overcame her frustration by assuring herself that the odious brute was probably miles away by now. She polished off a dish of apple tart, and then took her bath. She refused to allow the disturbing encounter to ruin her visit to Richmond, and as she soaked in the scented water, her apprehension began to dissolve.
An hour later the incident was almost forgotten as Catherine surveyed a dozen sketches of fashionable gowns she had designed. She couldn’t decide which creations Philadelphia would like best, so decided to let her make her own selection. As she absently gathered the sketches from the floor and slipped them into a leather case, her thoughts had already moved on to what she would wear this evening.
She opened her wardrobe and pushed aside all the white dresses. Being away from Court gave her the opportunity to wear more daring colors. Cat had a keen fashion sense, however, and knew what styles and colors flattered her and gave her the ethereal look that set her apart from the other young ladies who attended the queen.
She decided to wear the lilac velvet whose sleeves were slashed to show cream satin under-sleeves. Its low-cut bodice and stomacher that came to a point were decorated with tiny seed pearls, and Cat knew that somewhere she had a ruff that was edged with the same
She licked her lips nervously. “Yes, please.”
As the pressure of his fingertips continued, she became fever hot and wasn’t sure she could bear the intense sensitivity, but then, as he’d promised, she became moist, then slick, and she began to writhe with pleasure. When the little climax burst, she came up off the bed and clung to him. “Robert! Robert!”
He held her tightly and rubbed her back until she relaxed. With his lips against her ear he murmured, “Now I’m going to pleasure you again with my finger up inside your sheath. Each time I draw it out I stroke your bud until it finally explodes.”
Liz was panting with excitement. “You don’t mind teaching me?”
“Mind? I think I’ve died and gone to heaven. Now, open for me.”
Once Catherine was safely back in the stables she realized that the only sin the massive deerhound had been guilty of was overfriendliness. The unsavory, uncivilized giant in charge of the dogs was another matter entirely. His overt maleness suddenly made her afraid as she realized she could have been in grave peril. How did such a brute know I was called Cat? And when I challenged him, he said he knew far more about me than my name! She could not report him to Dobson, because she had released the gamekeeper’s quail, but she certainly intended to alert the male servants at Hunsdon Hall that there was a vile, dangerous devil lurking in the woods and warn them he was armed with vicious-looking weapons.
Cat hurried inside to seek out Maggie. “You were right. I should never have gone into the woods alone today. There was a vile poacher who laid hands on me. He was at least seven feet of brute strength. I know he was uncivilized because he was a Scot !”
“Ye had me going fer a minute, lass, but there’s no need to make up stories about how ye got yer dress torn.”
“His deerhound did that. Satan, I believe he called it!”
Maggie studied her for a minute. “The devil did it? And I suppose the devil spirited off the crate of quail that Dobson managed to snare?”
“No, I was the one who did that, Maggie. The poor little birds were suffocating to death. He wore a sheepskin!”
“The devil? I warrant that’s because he was a Scots devil.”
“You’re not taking me seriously,” Cat accused. “You don’t even believe me!”
“Oh, I believe ye; thousands wouldn’t. Better remove the dress so I can repair it, and I recommend a bath while you’re at it, if ye intend to dine with the ladies at Hunsdon Hall tonight.”
Catherine overcame her frustration by assuring herself that the odious brute was probably miles away by now. She polished off a dish of apple tart, and then took her bath. She refused to allow the disturbing encounter to ruin her visit to Richmond, and as she soaked in the scented water, her apprehension began to dissolve.
An hour later the incident was almost forgotten as Catherine surveyed a dozen sketches of fashionable gowns she had designed. She couldn’t decide which creations Philadelphia would like best, so decided to let her make her own selection. As she absently gathered the sketches from the floor and slipped them into a leather case, her thoughts had already moved on to what she would wear this evening.
She opened her wardrobe and pushed aside all the white dresses. Being away from Court gave her the opportunity to wear more daring colors. Cat had a keen fashion sense, however, and knew what styles and colors flattered her and gave her the ethereal look that set her apart from the other young ladies who attended the queen.
She decided to wear the lilac velvet whose sleeves were slashed to show cream satin under-sleeves. Its low-cut bodice and stomacher that came to a point were decorated with tiny seed pearls, and Cat knew that somewhere she had a ruff that was edged with the same
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