Page 6 of Starting Something

"When we do this one, you'll like it because it allows me to go deeper -deep enough to hit every nerve and valley, every soft little area packed full of ways to make you feel good - to bring you pleasure." He pushes my hair back from my face and ear leaving me holding the book. He looks at my face as he keeps talking, telling me dirty things that should never be said to anyone.

He runs the back of his hand across the swell of my cheek, "Mmm, so soft." Then he lowers his touch to do the same to the swell of my breasts over the scoop of my dress's neckline. "Even softer."

His other hand leaves my stomach and sinks into my hair which I just piled on top of my head today instead of fixing into any certain style. Now he pulls my head back by my hair so he can turn my face towards him. "I would bet all my fortune that your pussy is twice as soft."

The entire time he is speaking of filthy things he's using his free hand to work on my skirt, bunching it up. He takes my mouth with his and causes a moan to fall out of me. He eats it up with his mouth. The sound causes him to move us, turning us until the whole room seems to be spinning around me. Things hit the floor causing me to open my eyes back up. When I do, I look at things that were on his desk at the end of the room falling to the floor, swept off by a wave of his arm.

I squeal out as he presses me down on the desk, the cool wood offering me some comfort on my hot face. I am in trouble and for the first time, I realize it. He leans over me, pressing me further on the desk. "We don't have to be on our hands and knees to achieve that deep fit though, baby."

His hands run up the inside of my thighs making me regret not putting anything on under my dress but my shift today. I whine when his touch reaches further up my thigh as he drops his head and nips at my neck. Then his hand is on me.

I cry out at the first brush of fingertips on soft skin that’s never been touched. "Oh my God!" He strokes the outer lips before spreading me and using one of his middle fingers to find something...some part of my body I don't understand, but that responds in the most scandalous ways. That little touch to the part of my femininity has me rocking backward off the desk. My ass is cradled by his hips and I feel...oh my God, he could give the cows and horses a run for their money if that’s what I think it is. Maybe I was wrong. Maybe I don't know anything about mating.

"Oh Tilly!" his finger strums me causing my legs to shake. "The household staff is going to hear us making love so often we're going to get a reputation."

He grips my hair and places his mouth over mine. His tongue dives deep as he keeps rubbing me. I can't take anymore. My body breaks and I shake through something akin to a religious experience. I cry out but it gets swallowed up by Shepherd. My body contracts over and over again until my eyes roll into the back of my head.

Once it stops he still pets me but this time gently and slowly like he is calming me. He pulls back to look at me as I look at him.

"Tilly, dear...,"

I gasp but don't get up in time before my mother is already in the room.

"Oh! Oh my!"

Shephard pulls me up with him when he straightens and helps push my skirts down before turning us to face my mom. "Mother Drayton."

My mom is looking everywhere but at us and I can feel the fires of hell in my cheeks.

"How was your morning?"

"Oh, um, well, um...it was very good. Thank you for asking, Mr. Black."

"Please, we're family now. Call me Shepherd." He gives her a wide grin that even has me slightly fooled that he isn't the devil incarnate. "You wanted Tilly for something."

"I...it wasn't important."

Chapter Six

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Tilly

I have never been so embarrassed. To have my mother walk in on...I blush even now at the memory of what happened. The rest of the day went by without incident. Dinner was tense with my father speaking of horses and money-making opportunities and Shephard's eyes constantly being on me. I'm sure my cheeks stayed the color of the roses outside the house.

Embarrassment wasn't the only thing I felt though. Shame that I let something like that happen. Guilt...fear that I will let him do it again because deep down if I am honest with myself, I enjoyed what we did. I liked the feelings he caused me to have. And scared because what am I going to do if he is just doing it to make an heir? Where will that leave me once he's got what he wants from me?

The next morning, we all finally made it in time for breakfast. And that tense atmosphere is just as thick. When my father speaks finally it causes my mother and I to jump. I slide my eyes to Shephard who is still watching, still observing me.

"Shephard, I was wondering if I could borrow your office some today." At the mention of the office, I look down not wanting to meet anyone's eyes. "To take care of some correspondences that I need to attend to immediately."

Shephard's brows cock as he briefly glances at my father before returning back to me. "I don't see why not, Isaac. After all, I will be much too busy keeping up with my bride to worry overly much about sharing my office."

Both me and my mom blush. But my father frowns. "No need to woo her now, dear boy. She's already in the stable." His eyes land on me for the first time and he looks down his nose at what I am wearing. "For God's sake girl, where is your corset! Have you no decorum."

The sound of a loud clatter has me pulling my attention off my father and turning back to Shephard. He's stood, his fork being what made the noise. It is laying on his plate where he must have flung it down.

"You will find, Sir," gone is the easy address of names. His voice is low and deadly. "My wife isn't to be compared to a mare by you or anyone else."

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