Back in Service by Rosanna Challis

wondered, despite his earlier ranting against buggery, whether that was his intention. He had never tried to force an entry into her that way, but now, as he titillated the rim of her arse with his slick fingertips, such curiously debilitating sensations awoke in her sex and fundament she almost desired it. Yet even more she longed for him to enter her in the conventional way. Her pussy ached for him and the little bud standing sentinel over her moist passage was growing ever more needy. She pushed her mound hard against the counterpane and wriggled her hips in frustration.
    ‘You crave satisfaction, wife, I can see that,’ he murmured in her ear, still caressing her bottom with lazy strokes. ‘And I do, too. This afternoon’s work has awakened my appetite and I am raring to go. Spread your thighs and prepare yourself.’
    When he speared into her from behind, she gave a cry of pleasure and soon they were rocking and bucking in rhythmic accord. His hands came round to grasp her breasts and tease her nipples through the thin material of her blouse while she fumbled with the buttons and opened it for him. The tweaking of her naked nipples sent wild flurries of sensation through her, hastening her approach to orgasm. She knew her husband was also close to climaxing from the breathless sounds he made, and the thought of him shooting his hot seed into her excited her even more. She squeezed her inner muscles around his thrusting erection, heightening her own pleasure. In the throes of ecstasy she arched her back, groaning with animal passion, and he joined her with a muffled bellow of relief as his cock spurted and his hands squeezed her breasts. Then, his energy completely spent, he collapsed on top of her.
    The contact was painful since her bottom was still sore from his beating, and sensing her discomfort, he rolled off her so they ended up on their sides in each other’s arms. For a while they remained contentedly silent, then he kissed her and said, ‘I am so glad we did that, Hetty. I was beginning to fear I had lost the power, like my poor father.’
    The remark intrigued her. ‘Are you quite sure he is impotent, Leo?’
    He looked surprised. ‘Well, I have always presumed so. But I suppose the fact that he is in a wheelchair need not necessarily imply failure in that other department.’
    ‘At least he cannot chase after some poor innocent girl now.’
    ‘Like Jane?’
    At the mention of her name, she was aware of a warm flush creeping up into her face and looked away guiltily. ‘I suppose so,’ she mumbled into the pillow.
    ‘You are concerned about her?’ He lay back with his hands beneath his head. ‘She does remind me of you when you first came here. She has that same sweet innocence about her.’
    ‘But I am not so innocent now, am I, dear husband?’ She tried to divert the conversation away from Jane. ‘I know how to satisfy you, and in more ways than one.’
    ‘You certainly do, but enough of this decadent dalliance. I must get up and be about my duties again.’ He rose and dressed himself, but after he left, she still lay musing on the bed. Their talk of Jane roused her curiosity about what might have happened to her that afternoon. While she was sporting and playing with her husband, Jane had been obliged to apply Hungary water to Sir Victor’s immobilised limbs, and perhaps to that other part of a man sometimes referred to as his ‘third limb’. The possibility that the perverse lord of Longton was not impotent after all thoroughly disconcerted her.
Chapter 7
    It was some time before Jane was seen again, and when Hetty encountered her in the corridor outside Lady Alice’s room later that afternoon, she was alerted by the girl’s cowed expression and dejected posture. Before she could enter her mistress’s chamber, Hetty hurried up to Jane and stayed her hand as she reached for the doorknob. ‘Are you busy?’ she asked gently. ‘What happened? Can we talk?’
    Jane shook her head, her