Flesh: Alpha Males and Taboo Tales (18 page)

Aha!
Her eyes lighted up an ivory-handled hairbrush. She padded across to the table and picked it up. It was cool and heavy in her hands. She returned to the bed and placed it between her closed thighs to impart some of her body's warmth to it, before letting her knees fall open and pressing it slowly into her wet, needy cunt.

As soon as it slipped inside a wave of delirious pleasure washed through her. She felt her pussy clamp around it as she rubbed her sensitive spot and gripped her tits. Kit was in her mind as she bucked her hips on the bed, alternating between ramming the hairbrush handle home into her pussy and rubbing her fingers furiously over the tiny but inflamed nub at the top of her cunt.
Whatever that part of her was, it was clearly built for nothing but pleasure, and soon pleasure was riding her as she tried to muffle her moans and a climax took her, warm and sticky and shuddering with the peak of her need.

"
Aahhh!"

Eliza kept her eyes closed, wanting the moment to last, and not wanting to open her eyes to see that the room was empty. Kit was not there. He should be the one with her, sharing this joy, bringing her to crisis and spilling his own seed upon her.

With the delight of a climax, there was also sadness.

She lingered, letting her breathing slow and the sweat dry on her skin, before finally climbing to her feet and washing the hairbrush and herself clean.

And she returned to bed, to sleep a dreamless sleep this time.

The next day, she dressed carefully and properly, and attended breakfast as a decent young woman would. She spoke quietly and listened attentively. She made polite conversation with the Lady Jacqueline and her husband, and endured his boorish comments about servants. Rebecca glared at her but Eliza ignored it. She was doing what was expected of her.

Later she
moped into the library, and happened upon the Lady Jacqueline. She apologised and began her retreat, but the Lady stopped her. "Come on in, Miss Eliza. I have wanted to speak with you."

The library was dark and cold, with the weight of centuries lining the walls. Eliza wrapped her arms around her body and approached the window where the Lady was looking past the heavy red curtains, out across the lawns. "Some light has gone out in you today. What has happened?"

Eliza opened, then closed her mouth. She stared blankly at Jacqueline.

The Lady cocked her head to one side, like a bird with a spindly neck and piercing dark eyes. Atop her fat round body, she was like a duck or a goose. "I see it.
Something. You are a lively one, a girl of character and strong will. But yesterday you took to your room, and today you walk like someone's stolen your soul. All I can think is that an understanding with a gentleman has come to nothing. Is that the case?"

Eliza shook her head.
"No, my Lady, nothing of the sort." She could answer with all honesty – after all, they had never had an understanding the way Jacqueline meant it.

The silence lengthened between them. Jacqueline waited. It grew so thick between them that Eliza found she couldn't stand it any longer and she blurted out, "I think it's because I finally accept that I have to get married, and give up my life as I know it. I have no freedoms now, and I'll have less as a wife. It's ... hard for me. But everyone does it, and everyone copes. It's just the way of things."

To Eliza's surprise, Jacqueline barked out a laugh, deep and at odds with her spiky appearance. "You, the youngest daughter? The world is at your feet, girl! Buck up. Rebecca had no choices but she's done her duty for the family. You'll see the proof in six months or so. As for you – ha! Get yourself back to London and dance until your feet fall off."

Too many new ideas tumbled in Eliza's mind. She seized on one: "How can I return to London? Papa commanded me home."

"I have not met a youngest daughter yet who couldn't persuade their papa to give them exactly what they wanted. Even I managed three ponies and a maid of my own before I was thirteen. Use what you've got!"

Feminine wiles and power, Eliza realised with a jolt, weren't just to attract highwaymen. It was like a curtain was drawn back in a darkened room. "Oh."

"Well then," Jacqueline said smugly. "Get to your papa, and tell him you have a place at court."

"But I don't..."

"You will have if I write a few letters. Do you want it?"

"I don't know!"

"Tush! First you say you have no choices, and now you do, you cannot decide! Think on it. You're freer than you realise. You're just scared." Jacqueline clapped her fat hands together, making her rings rattle. "And now. Go and congratulate your sister."

"What – oh.
Oh yes." She felt genuine happiness and smiled warmly. "Yes. Thank you." She scurried off to find her sister, thinking,
I'm going to be an Auntie!

The coach rattled south. Letters had been sent, waiting had been endured. Papa had seemed relieved that his youngest daughter was off into the world to make her way at court – for a moment, Eliza sulked, feeling abandoned.

But then the knowledge of what awaited her in her new life shook her silly petulance away, and she skipped off to supervise the packing of her dresses.

And now she settled into the plush cushions of Lord Du Marron's second-best carriage, with her feet resting up on the opposite seat and no-one to tell her otherwise. She had dressed carefully in her finest silk, not her brown travelling garb, as she knew she'd have but one chance to descend from the coach and impress the watching eyes. Her jewels were rolled in a leather case and hidden beneath the seat though. She'd learned her lesson; you couldn't be too careful.

Dusk fell as they were still an hour from London. Excitement stirred deep within Eliza. She sat forward and peered out of the window at the passing hills, now just dark humps against the pale grey sky. There'd been talk of a strange figure watching her home, and the servants had been told to patrol at night. Her mama had been hysterical with fear as reports of robberies came in, but they were unsubstantiated and her papa brushed them off. But Eliza knew Kit was near, and he had been watching, and she longed to see him one more time.

If they had shared anything, anything at all, she wanted him to know she was going away and seeking her own adventures now. He would have seen the preparations for her departure. But as the coach rolled on, hope died. He would have come by now.

She fell back onto the cushions again, putting him out of her mind. She dozed, letting dance steps run through her mind, and music play her to sleep.

And yet, even though she'd convinced herself that Kit wouldn't come, when she heard his familiar, polite request for the coach to halt, she sat up, wide awake, heart hammering with relief.
I knew it.

There was a pistol shot and she squeaked. The coach rocked as the coachman leapt to the ground. She thrust her head through the window and saw he was running away as fast as he could. In other circumstances, she'd have yelled "Coward!" after him.
But not tonight. She opened the carriage door, and welcomed Kit in.

"You took your time," she said as coolly as she might.

He sat on the seat opposite her and casually placed his booted feet up on the seat she was sitting on, one either side of her. She snatched her silk dress out of the way with a fake huff of annoyance. He grinned. "I had to wait until it was dark, and until I knew we were far enough away from houses that your coachman had a long run ahead of him."

"Did you actually shoot him?"

"No, of course not. Nothing but powder in my pistol."

She raised an eyebrow at him and he snorted with laughter. "So, you're going to London, I hear."

"How did you hear?"

"Your servants.
I can be very persuasive. You may have noticed. Off to the court! I'm glad."

"Thank you." Her eyes dropped to his groin, brashly displayed as he sat with his legs akimbo. "And I'm grateful, too, for everything you've taught me."

"Everything? We had barely got started."

"What else is there to learn?"

He cocked his head to one side and licked his lips. "A lifetime of exploration, Eliza."

"I'd better waste no time, then." Slowly, she stripped off her gloves. "How long before the coachman finds other people?"

"A good twenty minutes of stumbling, if he's lucky from the start."

She unhooked her cloak to reveal her best silk dress was a rather low-cut silk dress, and her ample breasts spilled above her tight bodice. Kit unbuckled his belt. "Let me teach you another important skill, then. Not as the beasts do… this is as the French do."

He unbuttoned his breeches, and beckoned Eliza forwards, urging her onto her knees. "Find my cock, and draw him out, and see how you like the taste."

"The taste?"
Eliza's eyes widened but she dropped willingly to the floor of the carriage, and slipped her hand in, finding his cock already uncurling and stiffening. She looked up to see his expression was one of desire. His eyes were fixed on her tits. She used her other hand to pull her bodice down a little, and one nipple sprang free. Then she placed both hands around his cock and drew it fully out from his breeches.

Kit settled back in the cushions and relaxed, smiling down at her as she tentatively kissed the tip of his cock, curling her fingers around the hardening shaft. Then she licked, once, with a flash of her tongue.

"How do I taste?"

"Like the rest of you – warm skin.
But a little saltier, perhaps. But not bad."

"Now you must make your mouth as a cunt, Eliza. Cover your teeth with your lips, if you please!"

Again she licked across the shining head of his cock, now fully erect. Then she pushed lower and licked from the very base of his shaft, slowly and firmly right up to his cockhead, letting the first inch of his dick enter her mouth before she let go, and started again from the bottom. He squirmed and touched her head, resting his hands in her hair.

She found there was a ridge along the underside of his prick, so she experimented by flicking her tongue across it. This time, when she reached his tip, she boldly plunged her mouth right over his cock, swallowing as much of it as she
were able to take in her mouth, and he groaned. She felt his hands flex and his fingers gripped her head. Keeping his cock in her mouth, she tightened her lips around him, and sucked, then used her tongue to flick that ridge again, and his hips bucked.

Power! It surged through her.

She ran her lips up and down, sucking hard then gently, lightly kissing his tip, getting into a rhythm, adjusting her movements whenever she had a positive response from him. Then he changed; his breathing deepened further and he took over the thrusting, pushing his cock into her mouth at his demand, not hers. With his hands on her head she was powerless now, unable to do anything except accept his insistent and quickening pushing.

She used her hands to cup his balls and she felt them tighten as his pounding into her mouth became frenzied, and she gave up all pretence at teasing him. All she could do was keep her mouth around his cock as he built to his inevitable climax.

The thought of his seed issuing into her mouth turned her on and she felt her own heart thudding as she worked to keep up with his hips as they slammed forward.

Suddenly he gave one last, hard thrust and he held his cock deep inside her mouth and she felt it ripple. "Eliza, fill your mouth with saliva…" he managed to gasp and then his seed shot into her mouth, hitting her throat as she gasped and gurgled and tried to swallow the warm liquid.

She did her best, gulping down his seed as he held firm, and gradually his spasms subsided and she relaxed her mouth. He slid out of her and hauled her up to sit on his lap, his arm around her waist. He kissed her lightly on the lips.

"Well done. Well done indeed. And, thank you."

"You're welcome."

"Now, let me return the favour."

"Er – what?" Eliza leaned back to study him from arms' length. "How do you mean?"

Kit's smile was dark and cheeky. "Sit you back over there, my lady, and I'll show you how this goes. Country matters, I think you said once…"

Eliza returned to the opposite seat and sat back in the cushions. Kit didn't move. He issued more orders in a voice that made her melt with the urge to obey him.

"Draw up your skirts around your waist. That's right."

She pulled back the pale silk and bunched it up, to expose her naked thighs and pussy.

"Now, part your legs, as far as you might. Good."

This time, Kit dropped to his knees and her legs started to quiver as she realised what he was about. He ran his hands up her legs, and leaned forward, and without warning plunged his face deep into the hair and folds of her pussy.

She squealed with the shock of it, and brought her legs together, almost smothering him, but he put the flat of his palms against her inner thighs and gently pressed them apart. He nuzzled into her and she felt his breath on her pussy folds.

"You're wet already – you enjoyed sucking my cock, didn't you?"

"Oh…" was all she was able to reply.