Three. Noelle MackЧитать онлайн книгу.
She touched a hand to her tender nether lips, still slick from Thomas’s spunk, wondering if it might be a better idea to wash there first, separately, and deciding that it would.
There was a porcelain ewer and a matching basin resting upon an ebony table in the alcove. Fiona rose, picking up the ewer and dipping it into the tub. She poured the water into the basin and added a soft cloth, wringing it out to just the right juiciness before rubbing it luxuriously between her legs, cleaning herself as thoroughly as a cat.
Stimulating her already far too stimulated flesh in this fashion aroused her once more. She dropped the washcloth back into the basin and stood before the mirror, legs apart, admiring her proud breasts and curving hips for a few seconds. Then Fiona took the little bud that just showed between her nether lips with her forefinger and thumb and stroked it. With womanly delicacy, she increased the speed of her strokes until she felt soft thrills pulse through her body. Fiona closed her eyes, dropping her head back and letting the deeply sensual feeling overtake her.
It was her third climax of the night and much stronger than the two that Thomas had given her before they watched the passionate encounter across the street. A solo session could be extremely enjoyable, she thought dreamily. Of course, she couldn’t very well spank herself or kiss her own flesh or writhe the way she liked to in the powerful grip of masculine hands.
Nonetheless, entirely satisfied, she turned once more to her bath and stepped in, settling into the warm water with a blissful sigh. Fiona watched the candles flicker through half–closed eyes, not thinking of anything at all. Relaxed and happy and delighted to be alone, she lolled in the water until it grew cold.
A draft was coming from the bedroom. Perhaps Sukey had left a window open. Fiona shivered and sat up, reaching for a towel and patting the wet pearls that encircled her neck, then rubbing her breasts and arms somewhat dry.
She gripped the rim of the tub and rose from the still water, dripping and looking about for her new robe. Ah. There it was, on a nearby hook. Its silken folds shimmered in the candlelight, and its elaborate embroidery of full-blown peonies and butterflies seemed to glow. Hardly a practical garment, but then Lady Fiona owned very few garments that fit that description.
Her wardrobe was designed to be alluring. Workaday woolens and puritanical linens were not fabrics that interested her in the slightest. She preferred sheer things, soft things against her sensitive skin. And if her dress and underthings could be easily removed by her lover du jour, so much the better. Being attended by a lady’s maid before and after an amorous interlude had definite drawbacks. Though Sukey, a little hussy if ever there was one, never seemed shocked by anything.
Fiona clambered out of the bathtub rather awkwardly. Well, no one could be a picture of elegance all the time, she thought, not when faced with the peril of falling on a slippery surface and landing on one’s backside with a loud splat.
She tossed the towel with which she had dried her neck onto the floor, and picked up another, wrapping it around her hips and rubbing her bottom slowly and sensually. If Thomas were watching, he would have had her on her knees immediately, her head down and her hands reaching over her hips to spread fully open for him.
He loved to look at her that way, loved to stretch her cunny a bit wider to see the luscious pink of its inside walls before he began the two-fingered fucking she liked so much. Then, before she could have his thick cock, he would give her the royal treatment: prolonged, deeply erotic foreplay followed by delicious bare-bottom disclipine that combined mastery and gentleness. Exactly what the nameless lovers in the house across the street had enjoyed together. Fiona had relished the unexpected show. Very much.
She melted with pleasure when Thomas spanked her that way, not caring if her buttocks quivered under his welcome chastisement—a quivering she could not control and did not want to control, because she knew that the sight aroused him beyond measure.
And she loved the feeling of shameful pleasure that pulsed through her, loved hiding her face in her tumbled hair, a woman with no name and no identity for a little while, begging with her whole body and a few gasped-out words to be dominated by him.
Then, when he could restrain himself no longer, he would ram his hot shaft inside her all the way, until she screamed his name and came hard, thrusting her hips back, back, back…taking every drop of his hot come as he too cried out with lusty joy.
Tucking the towel between her legs, she squeezed and then let it drop, reaching for another to dry her legs with quick strokes before slipping into her gorgeous robe. The mirror cast back a reflection that pleased her and she turned this way and that, enjoying the glorious colors and the way it felt to be swathed in expensive China silk.
Her bed had been turned down and a warming pan placed between the sheets, she saw as she entered the room. Had Sukey come and gone so quietly? Yes, her black velvet dress had been picked up by unseen hands and put away. Fiona realized that she must have dozed a little in her bath, but no matter. How pleasant to simply curl up in a welcoming bed and drift into dreams without further ado.
She bent over the bed, taking out the warming pan and setting it to one side. Then Fiona slipped her robe down her shoulders, enjoying it for a few seconds more before putting it over the chair that stood by the bed.
Quite naked, she slid between the warmed sheets and pulled the swan’s-down comforter up to her chin. Heaven. And she was content to be alone. She would sleep well tonight.
2
The morning sun cast a bright ray across her pillow. Lady Fiona wondered drowsily how it had got through the draperies and turned her head away. The room filled suddenly with light and Fiona opened her eyes all the way and rolled back over. Sukey was pulling the heavy brocade draperies apart and singing softly under her breath.
“You are happy today, Su.” Fiona yawned.
The maid gave her a cheeky grin. “I have Summers to thank for that, milady.”
Fiona laughed and sat up, pulling the comforter up over her bare breasts. “Have you no shame?”
Sukey only shrugged. “Does he, mistress? Did he not pull open my dress and show my tits to you last night?”
“Yes, but he did not mean to—”
“All the same, he thought he might be sacked.”
“Dear me, no. Not for that. I knew it was an accident—was it, Sukey?”
“More or less.”
“Equivocal words. I suppose I ought to reprimand you. But as long as no one knows, I don’t really care.”
Sukey moved about the room, putting things to right, and letting in the tweeny when she knocked. The younger girl, a new servant hired by the housekeeper, came in with a tray laden with a tea service and something freshly baked hiding under a napkin that covered the silver basket.
“There is someone belowstairs to see you, milady.” The girl bobbed a clumsy curtsey after she set down the tray.
“What? It is far too early for social calls.”
“It is past noon.” Sukey said.
“Oh, dear. I suppose I must arise.”
“Who is it then?” Sukey asked the tweeny.
“She said her name was Mrs. Mellon, I think. That tall man, Mr. Henchley, spoke to her. He seems to be in charge of many things.”
“Yes,” said Sukey rather rudely. “He is the butler. Very full of himself, he is. Likes to give orders. Not that I listen.”
Fiona sighed. “Oh, dear. You ought to, you know. If only for the sake of appearances.” She smiled at the tweeny. “Mrs. Mellon is my cousin, but only by marriage. And she is my dear friend.”
The tweeny nodded.
“I do not receive callers in my bedroom as a rule,” Fiona went on, “but she has seen me en deshabille before. Sukey will show her up.”