her
voice.
"Araminta?" He sounded surprised, as well
he should be. "Why are you here?"
"Your oaf,"—she waved at Leyton—"would not
let me in. I need to speak to Jeremy at once. It is imperative he returns home
immediately. Father is dying and if he is not there at the last, anything not
entailed goes to cousin Stanley. Aa Stanley is the attending
physician. I have left Jeavons watching him closely, but there is not long,
even a fool can see that."
"What makes you believe he is at this, er,
establishment?"
"Oh, really, Felton," she said crossly. "I am
not so gullible as to imagine Jeremy spends his leisure playing tiddlywinks, or
spillikins," she said, her impatience showing. Although, she suspected he might
well spill something! Truly men were so ignorant
of a woman's intelligence. How could she show her hand in a ladylike
manner? She decided she couldn’t. She took a deep breath. "I neither know or care how he is tied up this evening." I could but wish I had the chance to indulge
so, but I may as well wish to be spanked until my cunt weeps. Neither is likely
to be forthcoming. "He must untangle himself and return home post
haste. We all know he could not sustain his indulgent lifestyle with only the
entail, and I for one am not prepared to share my own inheritance with him or
any man." She paused and said with deliberate emphasis, "As you, my husband, should know."
There was silence. His lordships eyes sparked fire and Ara thought she saw amusement in them at her well-chosen words.
"I am sure he does, my lady. Alas, I must deny your
access. Leyton is correct, only members and their pre-arranged guests are
allowed through the doors. You are neither." He may as well add or ever likely to be; the cad.
Fire swept through her body at the appraising look he gave
her. Does he wish I could be?
"No, I expect not." Her tone was cordial. "Although, you also admit performers?"
"If
the committee agrees. No one else. You are not
one."
She smiled. Ara knew it was not a pleasant smile. Her body was too
taut, too fine-stretched for it to be so. The color ran under his skin and one
brief glance showed her his cock proud and hard outlined by his pantaloons. She
moved in for the kill, as a predator in the wild would do. He had never seen
her aroused. That was to his detriment and her favor.
"I think you err,
my Lord Dalrey. I suggest you read your lease." Her voice, she hoped was
like liquid silk, soft and seductive as it curled round him.
His eyes were like
arrow slits with molten metal behind them. Not a man she knew to be swayed by
sensual things, his look sent long lost sensations of arousal through her. Her quim
tingled and her juices flowed at the expression on his countenance. If a man
ever wanted to gain the upper hand by any means, his demeanor showed him to be
that person.
"I beg your
pardon, Lady Suster?" The name was a knife in her side.
"Your
lease, third page, clause eleven." Her heart was breaking as she
took a deep breath. Why now call her that? Her nails dug into her palms to steady
herself. The pain kept her equilibrium for her. "The owner shall be
permitted to enter at anytime, to inspect the premises without prior warning."
He nodded. Enlightenment swept over his face as she paused
for effect. He held a hand out to her, and she took it to help her to stand. His
touch sent goose bumps up her arm, and a low throb began in her cunt. He
stroked her palm with his finger. All Ara could think of was how that finger would feel stroking her quim.
Stop that. He does not know
what you like, or desire. Nor does he want to. Be thankful for what you have. Or are about to receive.
Once on her feet, she dusted herself down briskly.
"You do remember that clause I presume?"
He nodded.
"Good, then let
us go in. Lead the way, Lord Dalrey. I am the owner and I am exercising my prerogative,
whatever name you chose to call me." She took a sheet of vellum out of her
reticule and handed it to him.
voice.
"Araminta?" He sounded surprised, as well
he should be. "Why are you here?"
"Your oaf,"—she waved at Leyton—"would not
let me in. I need to speak to Jeremy at once. It is imperative he returns home
immediately. Father is dying and if he is not there at the last, anything not
entailed goes to cousin Stanley. Aa Stanley is the attending
physician. I have left Jeavons watching him closely, but there is not long,
even a fool can see that."
"What makes you believe he is at this, er,
establishment?"
"Oh, really, Felton," she said crossly. "I am
not so gullible as to imagine Jeremy spends his leisure playing tiddlywinks, or
spillikins," she said, her impatience showing. Although, she suspected he might
well spill something! Truly men were so ignorant
of a woman's intelligence. How could she show her hand in a ladylike
manner? She decided she couldn’t. She took a deep breath. "I neither know or care how he is tied up this evening." I could but wish I had the chance to indulge
so, but I may as well wish to be spanked until my cunt weeps. Neither is likely
to be forthcoming. "He must untangle himself and return home post
haste. We all know he could not sustain his indulgent lifestyle with only the
entail, and I for one am not prepared to share my own inheritance with him or
any man." She paused and said with deliberate emphasis, "As you, my husband, should know."
There was silence. His lordships eyes sparked fire and Ara thought she saw amusement in them at her well-chosen words.
"I am sure he does, my lady. Alas, I must deny your
access. Leyton is correct, only members and their pre-arranged guests are
allowed through the doors. You are neither." He may as well add or ever likely to be; the cad.
Fire swept through her body at the appraising look he gave
her. Does he wish I could be?
"No, I expect not." Her tone was cordial. "Although, you also admit performers?"
"If
the committee agrees. No one else. You are not
one."
She smiled. Ara knew it was not a pleasant smile. Her body was too
taut, too fine-stretched for it to be so. The color ran under his skin and one
brief glance showed her his cock proud and hard outlined by his pantaloons. She
moved in for the kill, as a predator in the wild would do. He had never seen
her aroused. That was to his detriment and her favor.
"I think you err,
my Lord Dalrey. I suggest you read your lease." Her voice, she hoped was
like liquid silk, soft and seductive as it curled round him.
His eyes were like
arrow slits with molten metal behind them. Not a man she knew to be swayed by
sensual things, his look sent long lost sensations of arousal through her. Her quim
tingled and her juices flowed at the expression on his countenance. If a man
ever wanted to gain the upper hand by any means, his demeanor showed him to be
that person.
"I beg your
pardon, Lady Suster?" The name was a knife in her side.
"Your
lease, third page, clause eleven." Her heart was breaking as she
took a deep breath. Why now call her that? Her nails dug into her palms to steady
herself. The pain kept her equilibrium for her. "The owner shall be
permitted to enter at anytime, to inspect the premises without prior warning."
He nodded. Enlightenment swept over his face as she paused
for effect. He held a hand out to her, and she took it to help her to stand. His
touch sent goose bumps up her arm, and a low throb began in her cunt. He
stroked her palm with his finger. All Ara could think of was how that finger would feel stroking her quim.
Stop that. He does not know
what you like, or desire. Nor does he want to. Be thankful for what you have. Or are about to receive.
Once on her feet, she dusted herself down briskly.
"You do remember that clause I presume?"
He nodded.
"Good, then let
us go in. Lead the way, Lord Dalrey. I am the owner and I am exercising my prerogative,
whatever name you chose to call me." She took a sheet of vellum out of her
reticule and handed it to him.
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