His Little Courtesan (9 page)

"Because they are also the most extensively trained
servants in the area of our lifestyle. They need no instruction regarding our
demands, nor do they require any explanation for our requests."

Jane raised her eyebrow suspiciously. "Should I
be concerned as to what their knowledge entails?"

"Perhaps a little." A broad smile
accompanied his response.

She grunted and changed the subject. "Is that a
pool in the middle of the house? And do I hear music?"

"Rama was a little extravagant when he designed
this cottage. And yes, we have musicians behind the veils."

"This is no cottage. This is a manor. Are there
any musicians in our chambers?"

"They will follow us through concealed passages
to wherever we desire to go, and remain discreetly hidden behind the screens.
These are court musicians. Their music will accompany our lovemaking."

Jane grabbed Philip's hand. "Show me our
bed."

Philip led her up the stairs and into the chambers
that occupied half of the second floor. She ran her hand along the pieces of
furniture that adorned their bedroom. "What are these for?"

"Many things," Philip answered, lifting her
to sit upon a chair that consisted of a u-shaped seat. He sat on a stool which
placed his head directly in line with her pelvis. "Would you care for some
wine and betel nuts?"

"No. In fact," Jane slid off the chair and
into his arms. "I would like to dispense with ritual altogether this
night. I have something for you."

"You do?"

"Yes." She led him to a couch and pushed him
down, then stood between his knees and honored Namaste to him. Accompanied by
the lilting music of a secret sitar, Jane danced. Her swaying and turning, the
tiny stamps of her bare feet and jiggling bells, her undulations, all revealed
and then concealed the treasures that lay beneath the flowing cloth around her
body. She slowly unfurled the sari to capture him, tucking the end of the long
cloth into his trousers and spinning carefully away. The material unwrapped
from around her waist until she stood in only a simple cropped white blouse and
matching petticoat.

Philip moistened his lips, his eyes glued to her,
watching the removal of both garments. Jane danced to the music that came from
behind hidden screens, her body clothed only with gold belts, twinkling
bracelets, and long necklaces. One by one, the jewelry was removed, except for five
rings—the one on her left hand given as a symbol of their commitment, the
one in her nose given as a gift of family, the two upon each second toe, and
the one between her legs given as a blessing many years previously.

Naked, Jane approached the silent man and pushed him
back upon the cushions. She crawled over him and tore open his shirt, her long
red hair cascading over his chest as she pressed her lips against his neck. She
grazed them across his nipples and journeyed down the center of his abdomen, rapidly
ridding him of his trousers and eyeing the rigid, bobbing, wedding gift that
awaited her.

"I am going to make love to you," Jane said
hoarsely, her mouth engulfing his sweet organ.

Philip hissed, his fingers entwined in her hair as
Jane took him deep into her mouth. She hummed to the music, enjoying the taste
of his flesh and the velvety skin that caressed her tongue and cheeks. He
gently pushed her away as his body stiffened with lust.

"I want to be inside you, you concupiscent
nymph," he growled.

"Then take me." Jane traced her finger along
the length of his thigh before straddling his waist. Philip threaded his
fingers through her long, luxurious hair and pulled her head back while
piercing her with his fleshy sword. She purred as his generous cock buried
itself in the recesses of her womanhood, and hissed as he grabbed her hips to
move her up and down his length. His pelvis met hers as they rocked together in
a rhythm of lust. Without breaking the tempo, she swung her feet and legs to
one side of his body, his hard shaft still embedded within her.

"This position is called
The Swan
," Jane panted, her body yearning for something more.
"I want to feel you elsewhere. Somewhere deeper and more intimate. Take me
to that place, husband."

Philip sat up and allowed his bent knees to fall to
either side, pressing the bottoms of his feet together. He invited Jane to sit
upon his rigid cock as their lips joined once again. She wrapped her legs
around his waist, her bottom lifted and supported by his strong arms, and
moaned as he slowly guided her along his pole.

She threw her head back, calling out her pleasure as
he nipped on her neck. "You feel so good inside me," she groaned.
"More!"

Philip grinned and carried her to a bench that had
been carved and polished until it gleamed in the light of the lamps. He pulled
his cock from her body and placed her, face down, upon the long, tilted
cushion. Her bent knees were settled in comfortable leather cups; similar to
the loops of Usha's enema table. Jane wrapped her arms around the long bolster
that supported her torso, and rested her cheek upon the end.

Her legs were spread wide, offering her delights
completely to her new husband. Philip ran his hands down her back and across
her bottom, tracing the faint remnants of bruising left from Rama's discipline.
He pulled his hand back and smacked her sharply.

Jane lifted her head and looked back at him. Deny him
nothing, she had been instructed.

"More. Spank me harder," she begged.

Philip obliged, crashing his hand against her stretched
backside, and then ran the side of his hand up along the center of her moist
flesh. He spanked her again, his hand leaving a delightful tingle where it had
impacted.

"More!" Jane demanded.

His hand fell over and over again, covering every inch
of her bottom with stinging slaps that served only to arouse her. One by one,
each smack raised a crimson hue that was soothed only by the slow caress of his
palm. She yipped as a new sensation traveled down her spine and between her
glowing cheeks. Goosebumps rose across her flesh, tiny mountains prickling her
skin, as the ice he'd taken from the fruit bowl ran along her flesh.

Jane moaned as his cock plunged in before being buried
to the hilt within her. She opened herself to him, encouraging his possessive
claim to her fragrant garden. His hard abdomen slapped against her tender
nates, raising her need to a different level.

"I want you to go elsewhere," Jane forced
out, through breathless pants.

"Tell me. Say what you want," Philip
commanded, lunging deeply and holding himself inside. "Let go of English
society. Unchain yourself!"

"Fuck me," Jane whispered timidly.

"Louder, Jane!" He smacked her sharply on
the right cheek.

"Fuck me?" she croaked out, unsure of what
he wanted. Usha's words, "
Be bold in
your needs, else he may never grant you fulfillment,
" shimmied through
her mind. "Fuck me, Philip! Please!"

He pulled out halfway and buried himself back inside
her. "Say it louder!"

"Fuck my arse!" Jane yelled, suddenly
slapping her hand over her mouth. "Oh, my. I'm sorry! I—"

"Do you want me to fuck you, my sweet little
courtesan?" The growling question was asked as he posed in readiness.

"Yesss…" she hissed, as he continued with
his slow, taunting withdrawals followed by deep, powerful spearing. Stretching
his arm to the table holding their food and drink, he lifted a small silver
bowl and removed the lid.

"This is coconut oil and mint essence," he
said, as he dipped his finger into the concoction before smoothing it gently
around the edges of her winking pucker.

Jane held her breath as he placed the tip of his
plum-shaped head at its center and firmly pressed until the tip was hidden by
her flesh. Inch by inch, he slid inside her until he could go no further.

"Relax. Breathe and allow your body to accept me.
You are so tight," Philip muttered, gripping her hips with his fingers as
he stood between her splayed legs. "I'll go slowly," he reassured
her, moving his cock carefully within her fleshy bottom.

Jane closed her eyes to the delirious sensation
building inside her lower body. The fullness left by his propelling rod pulled
her into a height of monumental pleasure she could not contain. She called out
his name and demanded he not hold back his passion. He smacked her bottom with
full strength, sending her over the brink.

Jane's scream of delight touched the ears of the Hindi
Gods. She felt weightless, floating in an eternity of paradise as the body left
upon the earth shuddered with love spasms. She sensed Philip releasing his hot
seed within her, but was too far detached to connect.

She drifted slowly back into the mortal realm when he
slid his spent shaft from her and gently unwrapped her from the spectacular
bench.

"Janie?" Philip whispered, rousing her from
sleep. "I'm so sorry, sweetheart, but I must go to the docks. A message
arrived this morning. There was a fire in the warehouse district, and I need to
check on our unit."

"Huh?" Jane sat up, wincing. In the past
week, during which they had been celebrating their newly wedded bliss, he'd
used her several times throughout each day, building to a level of unbridled
aggression and demands. She had relished every bit of it but her body was still
unaccustomed to such ardor. "Give me a minute to get dressed, and…"

"No. You are staying here. The docks are not
safe. If it looks as though I won't be returning by tomorrow evening, I will
have Rama come and retrieve you."

"Like hell you will. I am coming with you."

"I said no."

"This is my company too, Philip," Jane said
with a frown, as she rose from the soft bed. "You cannot prevent me from
assisting you."

Philip caught her upper arms with both hands and
forced her to look up at him. "I love you, Jane. I will do anything to
make you happy, except put your safety at risk. The answer is no. Do not defy
me."

Jane's eyes narrowed as she stared up into his
handsome face. Silence grew between them before she jerked away from his hold.
She tossed a simple gown over her head, roughly brushed out her hair, and left
the room without a word.

"Jane!"

"You promised not to abandon me again, and yet
that's exactly what you are doing. We just got married too!" she shouted,
as he stopped her in the center of the grand foyer.

"Lower your voice. This is the fact of life.
Things happen that we cannot anticipate or control, and I need to be
responsible for us, our company and our clients. I don't have time to argue
with you right now. I love you."

Jane turned her cheek away from him as he bent to kiss
her.

He sighed. "Very well. Behave like a spoiled
brat. I will deal with that when I return. You have the choice, my darling. You
can either improve your attitude, or stay grounded to your room for the
remainder of the day."

"Just go."

"I don't like this behavior, young lady. Not one
bit. You are to stay in your room, and then you and I are going to have a very
long talk when I return. And, if I don't see a marked improvement in your
disposition, you will also be spending some very serious time across my lap. It
would do you well to think about that. Am I understood?"

"It is unfair of you—"

"Am I understood?" Philip asked firmly.

Jane winced. It had been a while since she had seen
that look on his face. "Yes, Papa," she whispered, looking at the
floor.

"Good girl. Behave yourself," he said,
kissing her forehead before gathering his satchel. He waved as he left and
disappeared down the path to the dock.

Jane glared at his back with her arms crossed, and
then stamped her foot.

"Missus?" The servant came up behind her.
"The cook wishes to know what you desire for your morning meal."

Jane turned to look at him. "I'm not hungry. I
would, however, like a basket packed. I am going to spend the day in the
garden."

"Missus, please forgive, but the master said that
you are to stay in your room."

"I don't care. I am going to walk in the garden
and explore the grounds."

"Please, Miss—"

"You know where I'll be if I'm needed," Jane
said, walking back up to her room to dress in something more comfortable for
her 'explorations'. With the old sense of rebellion returning, she donned a
pair of Philip's 'pyjamas'
,
which
consisted of loose, linen trousers with a drawstring around the waist, and a
long tunic. After putting her hair in a single braid over her shoulder, she
padded on bare feet across the soft rugs to leave.

The door was locked!

"Unlock this door immediately!" she shouted,
pounding on the heavy wood. "Let me out of here." No response. She
kicked the door and growled, using every profane word she could recall, and
then stepped back to look around.