Desiree. His hands itched for the feel of her flesh. He pulled her to
him and held her tightly with one hand, leaned in and whispered in her ear, " I am
going to spank you right here, right now." His other hand came down on her wet
bottom.
"Oh," she exclaimed in surprise.
"Hold perfectly still while I redden you up."
She snaked her arms around his waist, rested her head on his chest and allowed
him to do what he must. His hand on her felt wonderful. The position lent itself to an
intimacy she wished she didn't want, but couldn't reject. His erection throbbed against
her belly. Her bottom stung like fire by the time he was finished, as he had given her no
quarter, but she felt bereft when he stopped. Then, he turned her and bent her over.
Holding her around the waist, he entered her from behind. It was breathless, painful,
and glorious, all at once. Over before it started, leaving her sated, but her heart still
intact.
"The Decadent Lord; that is what they call you, is it not?"
"So I have heard," he said as they walked back to the folly, both naked and
blissfully content.
"I can see why."
"I don't believe you have much evidence as to the full extent of my decadence,
but I say you will, before we leave here."
"I indeed look forward to what you might have in store, my lord."
"I believe it is time you called me Prentice, considering our intimate
arrangement. I've always thought 'my lord' referred my father at any rate." He spoke
without thinking, but found he had no regret. She smiled a kissable smile, her eyes
sparkling. "Prentice it is," she said with enthusiasm. "Prentice it is."
"Are you hungry?"
"Just a bit."
"Well, let us have a light meal, and then I might have a surprise or two for you."
As they ate the cold meat pies, washing them down with wine and finishing with
fresh fruit, Prentice asked prying questions. He knew he might upset her, but he wished
to know something more about the lady, who, at least for the moment, was occupying
so much of his time.
"My father died shortly after I married. My mother died just a few years ago. I
have a brother, but he lives in Virginia; we haven't seen each other in seven years. I
have assorted aunts and uncles, but no one close."
"You must have been lonely these last years, living."
"I am wealthy and not terribly concerned what society thinks or feels. From the
little I have seen at the club, there is much going on that society professes a distaste for
but participates in quite enthusiastically."
Prentice laughed. "It is true. We have lords and ladies involved in every manner
of lascivious behavior, but outside the club they act as though they have never seen a
naked body in their lives. It's laughable."
"Your staff must be made up of remarkable people," she said, changing the
subject.
"They are paid well to look the other way. I have employed the same people for
years. They know me and know I will always look out for them. They also know I will
crush them if I find they've gossiped."
"Remind me never to cross you."
"I know where your vulnerable parts are, my dear."
"Yes, I suppose you do."
Her expression revealed what he thought to be an inexplicable sadness, but he
wasn't inclined to explore the reason.
They were still naked, a condition he informed her would be expected during
their stay at the folly. "No one will come anywhere near here, and I want you available
without fripperies."
"Fine, sir, if that is what you wish." She bowed her head in reverence.
He lit a fire and set down blankets and pillows on the floor. He filled their wine
glasses and led her to the pallet he'd created. There, as they watched the flames, he
described, in brilliant detail, exactly what the next few days would entail.
"I expect you will learn more about yourself than you have ever imagined."
"What of you, Prentice? What will I learn of you?"
It took no thought at all to say, "Nothing," and mean it. He was always guarded,
except with Lucien,
him and held her tightly with one hand, leaned in and whispered in her ear, " I am
going to spank you right here, right now." His other hand came down on her wet
bottom.
"Oh," she exclaimed in surprise.
"Hold perfectly still while I redden you up."
She snaked her arms around his waist, rested her head on his chest and allowed
him to do what he must. His hand on her felt wonderful. The position lent itself to an
intimacy she wished she didn't want, but couldn't reject. His erection throbbed against
her belly. Her bottom stung like fire by the time he was finished, as he had given her no
quarter, but she felt bereft when he stopped. Then, he turned her and bent her over.
Holding her around the waist, he entered her from behind. It was breathless, painful,
and glorious, all at once. Over before it started, leaving her sated, but her heart still
intact.
"The Decadent Lord; that is what they call you, is it not?"
"So I have heard," he said as they walked back to the folly, both naked and
blissfully content.
"I can see why."
"I don't believe you have much evidence as to the full extent of my decadence,
but I say you will, before we leave here."
"I indeed look forward to what you might have in store, my lord."
"I believe it is time you called me Prentice, considering our intimate
arrangement. I've always thought 'my lord' referred my father at any rate." He spoke
without thinking, but found he had no regret. She smiled a kissable smile, her eyes
sparkling. "Prentice it is," she said with enthusiasm. "Prentice it is."
"Are you hungry?"
"Just a bit."
"Well, let us have a light meal, and then I might have a surprise or two for you."
As they ate the cold meat pies, washing them down with wine and finishing with
fresh fruit, Prentice asked prying questions. He knew he might upset her, but he wished
to know something more about the lady, who, at least for the moment, was occupying
so much of his time.
"My father died shortly after I married. My mother died just a few years ago. I
have a brother, but he lives in Virginia; we haven't seen each other in seven years. I
have assorted aunts and uncles, but no one close."
"You must have been lonely these last years, living."
"I am wealthy and not terribly concerned what society thinks or feels. From the
little I have seen at the club, there is much going on that society professes a distaste for
but participates in quite enthusiastically."
Prentice laughed. "It is true. We have lords and ladies involved in every manner
of lascivious behavior, but outside the club they act as though they have never seen a
naked body in their lives. It's laughable."
"Your staff must be made up of remarkable people," she said, changing the
subject.
"They are paid well to look the other way. I have employed the same people for
years. They know me and know I will always look out for them. They also know I will
crush them if I find they've gossiped."
"Remind me never to cross you."
"I know where your vulnerable parts are, my dear."
"Yes, I suppose you do."
Her expression revealed what he thought to be an inexplicable sadness, but he
wasn't inclined to explore the reason.
They were still naked, a condition he informed her would be expected during
their stay at the folly. "No one will come anywhere near here, and I want you available
without fripperies."
"Fine, sir, if that is what you wish." She bowed her head in reverence.
He lit a fire and set down blankets and pillows on the floor. He filled their wine
glasses and led her to the pallet he'd created. There, as they watched the flames, he
described, in brilliant detail, exactly what the next few days would entail.
"I expect you will learn more about yourself than you have ever imagined."
"What of you, Prentice? What will I learn of you?"
It took no thought at all to say, "Nothing," and mean it. He was always guarded,
except with Lucien,
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