Owning Arabella by Shirl Anders Page A

mouth in response with a return nudge. Her wet gossamer lips parted further as the head of his cock intruded into her mouth and her tongue slid down the long ridge along the underside of his cock. His groan was absurd and robust, as his fingers clenched into the thick strands of her hair.
    "That's it lick," he hissed. "Suck it." He could not control the hot words spilling from his mouth. "More," he pleaded. His hands gripped the sides of Arabella's face as he guided her. It was an overwhelming urge that he could not deny as he swung his hips slowly, watching his cock fill, then leave, then fill Arabella's mouth again, while incredibly she danced his balls in her palm and took his cock again and again. Faster now, as he begged her to suck him faster. "Just the head." He guided her head faster . . . faster. "Christ!"
    He wanted Arabella to take it, he demanded that she take it. It was cruel, it was untrustworthy, yet he could not stop even for Arabella's innocence. And then it was too late. His hot seed filled her mouth. He would forever wonder what might have transpired next because of that moment.
     

Chapter Fourteen
     
    "Fire! Lord Peregrine! The Retainer's Hall is on fire and Mr. Thurmane sent word that the stables might be . . . !" Chicery's words were cut short by the Earl's bedchamber door bursting open.
    "The stables!" Lord Peregrine bellowed, and he looked for all the world like a raging barbarian, himself coming to battle down the estate walls. Lord Peregrine was bare-chested with his black hair in wild disarray. Chicery could only step backward, mutely nodding his head.
    "Are there people inside?" Darth asked even as he began turning around hastily to gather his discarded shirt and boots.
    Chicery finished his Lordship's fearful beginnings. "There was a meeting in progress, my Lord!"
    "Damnation!" Darth cursed as he sprinted toward the door. "Send someone for the doctor, Chicery. Now!"
    That was the last hurried exchange that Arabella heard as the two men disappeared out of her sight. She quickly grabbed the bed sheet around her as she ran to shut the door, still able to hear Darth's deep voice barking orders as he made his way out of the manor.
    "They will need my help," she whispered. She knew a healer could be life saving at this moment, until a doctor arrived, and just the thought of people suffering put any notion she had of attempting to escape out of her mind. An escape she hardly wished for any longer, if not for her small brother's peril. She realized a moment's hesitation when she thought about what Darth might do when he realized she'd left his intended confines. Yet she had to be braver than her hesitations, people were suffering. She would deal with Darth and his reaction when the time came. With the decision made, her only problem was how to help without any clothes? There were people in desperate need and she certainly was not going to let one little predicament hinder her aid. Determined, she went to Darth's dressing chamber.
    "There has to be something here I can manage with."
    All of Darth's clothes were huge compared to her smaller frame. Still, she did not let this deter her. She found a pair of gray woolen trousers and pulled them on, having to roll up the pants legs half a dozen times, until the length finally came to her ankles. The rolled ends would not stay, so she found a pair of stockings and put these on, stuffing the roll ends of the trousers into the top of the short stocking. Gathering the billowing ends of the waistband, she went after a breech's tie. Then she retrieved one of Darth's blue linen shirts that did not appear new or expensive and put this on. There was no hope for shoes.
    Arabella moved to leave the bedchamber while braiding her hair into one long rope hanging down her back. In the process of doing this, she passed Darth's desk and saw her leather satchel there. She did not take the time to wonder why or how it had appeared. She was just glad that destiny intervened,