Page 8 of The Lady
Tears sparked in her eyes. She loved this dress. More than that, it had felt like a connection to Lady Greene.
“My dress...” She whispered the words.
“You will not need it.” Leaning down, he kissed the tears that had slid onto her cheeks, his beard bristly against her skin, and she felt his tongue lick the salty drops away. Half horrified, half fascinated, her body still simmering with the fire he’d kindled, Delilah laid there, too overwhelmed to react. His arms flexed again, and the waist tore open, several inches of skirt rending as well.
She was almost naked.
Bringing her hands over her chest, she tried to cover the corset and chemise over her bosom, but Henry snarled, grabbing her wrists and pushing them down on either side of her head. His dark eyes stared down into hers, somehow, hot and cold at the same time, and she quivered from the insidious fear sliding back through her. While he might have saved her, she knew very little of the man atop her. She knew he was called the Tramp, which somehow suited him even better than ‘Henry,’ he had rescued her, the people in the streets feared him, and he didn’t seem to fear anyone.
She’d let him kiss her, without protest, more thoroughly than any man had ever kissed her, and had returned his kiss. Her body was still aching under his touch, even as fear coursed through her as he pinned her down.
“Do not hide yourself from me.” The command came as a low growl, and her stomach fluttered. “You are mine to see. Mine to touch.”
One hand remained over her wrists as the other slid down her arm, caressing gently before his fingers slid into the top of her corset, while his unyielding gaze remained on her face. She gasped at the sensation of someone touching her breast, his calloused fingertips so different from her own. The fire in her roared to life again, and she whimpered at the shocking sensations.
“Oh, please...” The words fell from her lips before she realized she was going to say them, her voice breathy and soft, full of pleading, although she did not know what her plea was for.
“Good girl,” Henry told her. “Now, stay.”
Removing his hands from her person, he settled back onto his knees, her legs draped over his thighs in an utterly indecent position and began to undo the laces of her corset. Delilah did not protest. She did not know if she wanted to. She was not even sure if everything that was happening to her was real or if it was some mad dream, she’d conjured out of desperation to escape Lady Felton’s tyranny.
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The Tramp
While he’d considered slicingthrough her laces with his knife, Henry had decided that might be too much for his frightened but highly aroused little pet.She was clearly struggling with her new circumstances, and while he enjoyed witnessing her inner turmoil as her body yearned for things she did not understand, he did not want her to become distraught. That would ruin his fun too soon.
Besides, undoing the front laces of her corset reminded him of unwrapping a present. He could not remember the last time someone had actually gifted him something he wanted, but he’d been wanting the lady very badly for days now.
From me to me. Thank you so much, Henry, she’s exactly what I hoped for.
Glancing up to see her expression, he almost chuckled when he saw her eyes were screwed tightly shut, and her hands clenched into little fists. She was keeping perfectly still, but her lips were still swollen from his kisses, and her breath was coming in soft pants. The corset halves opened, and she let out a little whimper, her body tensing, then relaxing when nothing happened. Since her eyes were shut, anyway, Henry reached over to grab his knife from his bedstand and quickly sliced down the center of her chemise and through the layers of her skirts.
Which was when she opened her eyes, staring in dismay at her naked body, the remains of her dress, stays, petticoat, and chemise on either side of her like a frame. Only the sleeves of her dress remained on her, and Henry was inclined to leave them. He rather liked seeing the garment still barely clinging to her, leaving her not quite nude, but certainly not covering anything important.
“Oh God...” she whispered before tightly shutting her eyes again, but she still did not move from the position he’d put her in.
Such a good girl.
Henry’s cock was tightly pressed against the front of his trousers, straining the buttons of the flap, but he did not rush. He drank in the sight of her creamy pale skin, the tightly budded pink nipples pointing at his ceiling, the soft garden of dark gold curls adorning her mound, and the flushed swollen lips of her cunt between her spread thighs. She was dripping wet.
Still determined to take this slowly, to enjoy himself, he put his hands on the outsides of her hips, curving his fingers while his thumbs pressed against the soft flesh inside her hip bones, slowly skimming his hands up her body to the sides of her breasts. She gasped, arching, shuddering when he cupped the soft mounds, sweeping his thumbs over her perky, pink nipples.
“Oh, no...”
“Oh, yes.” He lowered his mouth to her breast, grinning around her shriek before being utterly shocked when pain exploded on either side of his head. She’d boxed his ears!
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Lady Delilah Darling
Oh no...What had she done?
She had reacted without thinking, just as she had earlier when she’d run away from Lady Felton’s. But he’d put his mouth to her breast! Sucked her nippleinto his mouth! And it... it had felt wonderful. For some reason, that had been far scarier than if he’d hurt her. So, she’d boxed his ears.
“I’m sorry,” she whispered from behind her fingers. “I’m so sorry...”
“Oh, you’re going to be,” he said grimly.
