Page 14 of The Lady
Slowly, she slid to the edge of the bed, not quite able to fully look at him as she unwrapped the blankets from around her body. It did not matter she had been naked in front of him, and he had been inside of her, mere hours earlier. Having to undress herself, to expose herself to him, was still difficult, going against everything she had been taught. With some rest, some of her modesty had reasserted itself, although she almost wished it had not. She had felt so much freer earlier.
“Good girl.” His tone was appreciative. “Now, on your knees. Crawl to me, lovely girl.”
It was the compliment that made the unthinkable somehow possible. He said it as if he was asking her because he truly wanted to see her do it and would enjoy it, not because he was trying to humiliate her the way Lady Felton and the twins had.
With her leg muscles and the bottoms of her feet aching so fearfully, it was almost a relief to fall to all fours. Tendrils of her hair hung on either side of her face, obscuring her view. It was easier to crawl than it had been to walk to the door earlier.
“Good pet,” he crooned as she came closer. He was holding out his hand, and a flush went through her body when she saw he was dangling a small piece of meat from his fingers as if she truly was a dog he intended to reward with a treat. Before she could say anything, he put the meat to her lips. It smelled heavenly, and her body responded to the demands of her stomach rather than her pride. She opened her mouth and took it. She was so hungry, she could not even tell if it was actually tasty, or if it just tasted so goodbecauseshe was so hungry. “That’s it.”
Peeking up, she could see Henry watching her with a strange light in his eyes. In this position, she could not look up at his face without her eyes also traveling over the front of his body, and the outline of his manhood against his breeches made it clear he wanted her again. She did not understand why he wanted to feed her, but she did not bother to protest when he sat down before her, bringing another piece of meat to her mouth.
“Sit, pet, in whatever position is most comfortable for you.”
Confused, she glanced at the chair across from his, but he just laughed and reached out to place his hand over the back of her neck.
“Right here, pet, on the floor.”
“Am... am I your...pet?” she asked softly, settling onto her bottom, wincing slightly, although not too much soreness from her earlier spanking lingered. “Like a dog?”
Henry chuckled, hand feeding her again, this time a small piece of bread.
“A little like.”
He did not enumerate, and Delilah did not feel brave enough to ask, so he fed her the rest of her meal in silence, giving her drinks of water between bites, which she gulped down greedily. She had not realized how parched she had become until he held the cup to her lips.It felt very odd to be fed this way—naked on her knees while he sat in the chair, fully clothed. Yet she felt safer and more cared for than she had in so long.
A month ago, this would have been unthinkable. Now, it was vastly preferable to returning to Lady Felton’s.
Her life had gone mad.
When the food was gone, she felt sleepy again, her belly full, even if the rest of her was still sore.
“Poor little pet.” Henry pulled her head against his thigh. She sighed, settling her cheek there, closing her eyes as he began to fingercomb her hair, pulling out the pins she had not taken care of. If only he kept doing that, she would do whatever he wanted.
6
The Tramp
Wakingup with a woman curled up next to him was not a new experience, but the temptation to linger beside her certainly was.
Rather than return to his balcony last night, he’d stayed in his rooms, even after he’d realized she was nearly asleep with her head on his lap. Her mouth being so close to his cock had given him ideas, but he wanted a fully awake woman sucking him, not a mostly-asleep one. Now, she was soft and warm against him, her ass pressed against his groin with his shaft splitting the two cheeks. He enjoyed having her body tucked into his, but his cock was aching to get inside of her again.
Sliding his hand down to her thigh, he adjusted his hips, lifting her leg with his hand to give him more room to maneuver. She began to stir as the head of his cock rubbed against her pussy. There was a little bit of slickness there, enough for him to thrust and push into her.
Flailing, she came awake, and he held onto her tightly, the first two inches of his cock already inside of her. Sinking his teeth into her shoulder, he gripped firmly but gently, and she went still after a long moment, panting. Releasing the bite, he licked over the indentations of his teeth.
“Good morning, my little pet,” he said, relishing the phrase.
“G-g-good morning.”
He loved the way she breathlessly stuttered out the words, uncertain and sleepy. Hooking her leg with his hand, he lifted it higher and thrust again, more powerfully this time. It was not easy from the position on his side, but it was worth it to hear her whimper as her pussy opened for him, bottom wriggling against him. With her knee draped over his arm, keeping her legs spread, he was able to move his fingers to her clit, rubbing the little nubbin in slow circles to coincide with his thrusts.
“Oh God...” She clamped down around him, her pussy becoming slicker with every thrust and stroke of his fingers. Her back arched, and she whimpered again, clearly becoming more and more aroused as he fucked her.
“Good pet,” he murmured before nipping at her earlobe, dragging his teeth over the delicate appendage. “I want to feel you cream yourself on my cock.”
Another whimper at his crude words, then he wrapped the arm her head was pillowed on around her neck, reaching down to cup a pert breast and pinch the quickly hardening nipple. Her pussy tightened around him, her whimpers growing louder as he fondled her breasts, pumping harder into her, his need rougher, even more urgent than it had been the night before.
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