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The Tramp
She writhedin passion beneath him, her tight, grasping cunt pulling at his cock, and Henry finally gave in to his ravaging desires. He fucked her hard, enjoying every breathy moan, every small shriek, every sobbing gasp for air as she creamed herself over his cock. Driving in hard, he shuddered with his own pent up lust, burying himself fully inside of her, jerking as he filled her with his seed.
He had not even bothered with a French letter for the first time in his life.
Of course, he did not need to worry about disease with a virgin, but that wasn’t the only reason for the letters. Strangely, the idea of Delilah round with his child did not dim his attraction or his desire for her. Henry was starting to think he would approve of any way to tie her more tightly to him. The level of obsession should worry him, but as he laid atop of her, feeling her breathing beneath him, his half-hard cock slowly shrinking in her freshly fucked cunt, he had never felt more satisfied.
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The Tramp
Henry stirred first,reluctantly lifting himself from Delilah’s warmth.
She blinked up at him, eyes sleepy, limbs limp. Kneeling back, he looked down at her, enjoying the vision laid out before him. No longer cream and pink, her skin was marred by imprints from his clothing and love bites across her neck and shoulders, her hair was coming out of its pins, and her cunt was swollen and so dark pink, it was nearly red. White cum trickled out, a stark contrast to the vivid color. Even her golden curls were matted with their combined juices.
There was no question she had been thoroughly used. Henry much preferred the way she looked now, disheveled and well satisfied over how she’d appeared when he’d first carried her in here. She would not be returning to the ton. They had been mistreating her from the sounds of it. Likely she would not find life with him easy, but he would not deliberately maltreat her—unlike Lady Felton.
The name rang a bell. He would have to look at his books later.
For now, he focused on his new little pet. Because that’s what she was.
His.
His to do with as he pleased. A delicate snore made him snort. A very sleepy pet. No doubt because of the day she’d had.
Easing himself back, he sorted out his own clothing before relieving her of the rest of hers, then tucking her under his blankets. She did not even stir. Although he would like to take full credit for that, he knew it was not entirely due to his efforts. Still, he rather thought the faint smile curving his lips could be credited to him.
Straightening, he headed back to his office. Frank was waiting outside, guarding the dooras he often did when Henry was not around.
“Go keep an eye on my door. If you hear her calling out, tell her to stay there while you come and get me,” Henry ordered.Frank nodded and went on his way. That took care of Delilah. Now, Henry would see if he could do something to take care of Lady Felton.
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Lady Delilah Darling
She awoke with a whimper,her legs throbbing from ill-use and her stomach aching from hunger. No wonder, after the day’s exertions. That she’d slept at all was a minor miracle. Pushing herself into a sitting position made her groan. More than just her legs ached. It felt as if every part of her body had been pummeled. Sitting up also reminded her, she had been spanked, and her tender buttocks stung. Not just her buttocks. Between her legs was incredibly sensitive and not in the enjoyable way it had been earlier.
Looking down at herself in wonderment, she lifted the sheets to see the faint streaks of blood on her thighs and the dried stain of liquids beneath her. A blush heated her cheeks.
She was no longer a virgin.
A man had beeninsideof her.
What had been dreamlike before, now felt very,veryreal.
Panic began to well up inside of her. What had she done? Now, she could never go back...
Of course, she couldn’t go back, another part of her mind scolded. That had been true from the moment she’d run out of Felton House. She had made a choice, and she had to stick to it.
What did her choice actually mean? Was she to live here now, in this room? Henry was not even here. Her clothes were in tatters on the floor. She did not know where anything or anyone was. She did not even know where she was. The panic whirled around her, tightening her chest and making it hard to breathe.
First things first, she needed to find some food. There would be food, wouldn’t there? The enormity of what she did not know, threatened to overwhelm her, but she pushed it back. She need not panic... not yet. Although the lack of clothing did not help.
Moving gingerly, wincing as her feet met the floor, she pulled a blanket off the foot of the bed and wrapped it around her, covering herself as best she could before hobbling over to the door. Testing the knob, she did not know if she was relieved or disturbed to discover it was unlocked. She stood in front of it, trying to decide whether to open the door when the handle turned, and she jumped back, shrieking. Her legs were too worn out to hold her, and she tumbled to the floor.
“Alright there, lady?” The deep, rough voice was not Henry’s, and Delilah whimpered again, desperately drawing the blankets back over everything that had been revealed when she fell. Looking up, she saw the man who had walked through the street beside them when Henry had carried her here. The expression on his face was one of amusement. “I already seen everything if that’s what you’re worried about, lady.”
She could tell he meant to be comforting, but his words only increased her humiliation. Knowing he was the man who had come in when she’d been over Henry’s lap... She’d thought the blush on her cheeks could not get any hotter, but she’d been wrong. Her cheeks were so hot, she felt feverish. She dropped her eyes and would have crawled under the blanket and hid from him until he went away if she could.
