Lessons of Love (2 page)

"Do you feel that
Jolie
? Do you feel my shaft against your bottom? It
’
s my manhood little one, and it's hard and ready to take you. Tell me sweet, do you know what a wife's duties to her husband are? How she is to
pleasure him?"
Jolie
twisted and cried, kicking and thrashing in an attempt to free herself
,
but
Cole
had muscles of steel and held her fast. He brought a hand up and assaulted her tender nipples. They were stiff from the cold water and rose into hard litt
le peaks. He pinched them roughly, causing
Jolie
to squirm and make little mewling noises.
Cole
laughed at her response, and moved his other hand down between her legs. He pulled up the material of her chemise, touching her between the lips of her womanhoo
d, probing with his finger. He began to slide them up and down between her soft netherlips, pausing to rub her sensitive nub on each stroke while the other hand maintained his tight hold on her nipple. She was a fiery little thing and he was determined to
make the little witch's body respond, and it wasn't long before he felt a flood of her silken mois
ture running over his fingers.

He rubbed against her writhing body pressing his hard shaft into her bottom as his fingers massaged her sensitive breasts and s
lid up and down in the folds of her womanhood.
Jolie
fought him but it just excited him further. She thrashed against him as his finger rubbed her nub over and over, frightened by the sensation she felt building between her legs. How could something so cru
de feel so pleasurable? A warm tingling was seeping through her body and though it scared her, part of her
didn't want him to ever stop.

God she was beautiful
Cole
thought, all soft delicate curves, and silky skin. His body ached to take her, to feel her w
iggling beneath him as he buried himself between her thighs. The feel and smell of her inflamed him to the brink of madness, every cry from
Jolie
's lips made him want her even more.
Cole
turned her around to face him, placing his body between her legs. He
grabbed her hips and pushed her down against his shaft. The tip strained against the material of his breeches, aching to enter her. He moved his hands to her bare bottom, squeezing and groaning. All he had to do was unfasten h
is pants and she would be his.

"Leave me alone you
beast! Get your hands off me."

Jolie
arched her body back and
Cole
took a nipple into his mouth. He sucked greedily through the thin wet material of her shift and
Jolie
squirmed, causing more friction between his cock and her womanhood
as warmth radiated out from her breast. His shaft tip rubbed her now throbbing nub and
Jolie
squeaked in terror as the odd sen
sation in her loins increased.

"You want it little one, I know you want me."
Jolie
shook her head but her body trembled with wave
s of desire in his arms. "Your words tell me no but your body tells the truth,
Jolie
."
Cole
hissed the words into her ear as he thrust against her. Her body quivered though she tried to stop it as the scratchy material of his breeches massaged her nub of p
leasure. He moved her against him, deliberately building the heat inside her and she moaned.
Cole
laughed, delighted by her reaction.
"Yes you do you little witch."

Jolie
cried out and bucked her hips when his hand shot down between her legs and his lips b
egan to assault her mouth. He found her sensitive nub and circled it gently until he felt her body tremble. Her woman's dew flowed over his hand attesting to her body's need as he drove her to the peak of desire with his hand. She was so soft and wet, her
body ready for the taking, but
Cole
knew he couldn't have her now. He would have to wait until her stepfather agre
ed for the girl to marry him.

He needed a suitable wife and things had to be done properly. If he were lucky he would marry the girl before t
he day was through, then he would savor the delights she had to offer. The sanctity of marriage may be abhorrent, but it did have its rewards. The squirming little spitfire in his arms was proof of that. Hearing her moan, feeling her womanhood throb under
his hand, knowing she was on the brink of release, he suddenly pinched her nub cruelly, denying her satisfaction, wanting her to suffer for his own aching need.
Jolie
threw her head back and cried out at the pain and at the loss of the delicious feelings h
is fingers ha
d created between her legs.

"Tell me
Jolie
, are you screaming because I'm touching you, or because I stopped?"
Jolie
furiously shook her head in protest while the disturbing sensations flowed through her virginal body. Her breath was coming in
great gasps as she tried to orient hersel
f and calm her beating heart.

"Monsieur please. Please."
Jolie
struggled against his iron grip, but her hands were bound and
his chest was hard as steel.

"Please what
Jolie
? Please don't tell your daddy
,
or pleas
e lay you down and give you what you want and deserve?"
Jolie
shook her head ag
ain and fought his hold on her,
denying his words and her traitorous body.
Cole
laughed, knowing the confusion that was overtaking her. He easily picked up her petite frame and
held her writhing body under one arm while he stripped off his shirt. Wrapping her in it, he hoisted her over his shoulder, giving her bottom a stinging slap as he headed back to his mount. He would take the wench back to the plantation and tell her fathe
r
he'd stopped the near rape of the man's daughter and was willing to marry her now that she had been compromised. If things went well he would ha
ve her in his bed that night.

Yes, it would work out well. She would be a respectable little wife on his arm i
n public and a desirable plaything in his bed at night, or during the day for that matter. He would take her whenever he wanted. She would be his to do with as he pleased without the messy infringement of a woman's emotions to worry about. Love was for fo
o
ls, only money and title mattered. He had the money already but needed the respectability this woman could provide. In all honesty he had to admit that he had been extremely intrigued by
Jolie
since he first laid eyes on her. He couldn't have asked for a m
ore beautiful woman to adorn his arm and his bed, and this one had fire too. Her body had responded to him wheth
er she'd liked it or not.

Miss
Jolie
Dupree
was going to make a wonderful wife. The girl had no mother and she couldn't run complaining and cry
ing to her stepfath
er if she felt mistreated. Hank
wouldn't care as long as the money flowed in.
Cole
's smile widened as he imagined the numerous nights he would spend bending this little hellion to his will. He would mold her with a hard hand until she li
ved to serve him. She would service his every need while being a beautiful showpiece on his arm as he ensconced his
way into New Orleans society.

Jolie
's huge green eyes filled with tears as she bounced along over the
Cole
's shoulder. What he said about he
r father's punishment was true. Hank would strap her for stripping down and taking a swim. He would tell her again that she was sinful as he lashed out his anger upon her. Hank blamed her for the death of her mother. She had died after contracting scarlet
fever from
Jolie
, and Hank was right to blame her. It didn't make his hatred of her any easier to accept though. Now this horrible man was taking her back to the plantation to meet her fate and she
couldn't hold back her tears.

Would her father really for
ce her to marry this monster? The thought chilled her heart even as a new tingle of warmth rose from between her legs at the memory of what he'd done to her body. No one had ever touched her so intimately.
Jolie
's mother had died when she was thirteen and
she hadn't had the benefit of a woman's guidance when it came to matters with men. Not that her mother would have told her much, decent women didn't discu
ss these lewd types of things.

When they came to
Cole
's horse, he lifted her up onto its back with her
hands still bound. He then quickly mounted behind her, turning her sideways in his hold. His hard shaft pressed into her hip and waist as he held her close for the ride back to the plantation. His blood roared through his veins with desire, an intense fi
r
e built in his loins just from having the little vixen near him. He could feel her heat through the thin cotton chemise and his hands ached to tease and fondle the creamy white orbs that pressed against the t
ight wet fabric of her shift.

One hand held the
reins while the other found a stiff nipple. "I see your sweet little body is still feeling the effects of my earlier administrations my dear. I can assure you that we will continue with those games the moment I have you married and in our wedding bed. It
will be a delight to tame you my love."
Cole
brushed his knuckles over her sensitive nipples quickly back and forth until he forced a moan of
pleasure from deep inside her.

Jolie
blushed crimson as they rode towards the plantation house. There were several
slaves about and she knew she looked practically naked in her wet chemise even with the Monsieur's shirt around her shoulders. Her bare legs stuck out from under the hem and she bowed her head in shame. The shocked gasp of one of the house girls made her
cheeks flame scarlet. One of the slaves came forward to take his horse as
Cole
dismounted and reached for
Jolie
. All attention was on them. The question of why Miss
Jolie
was bound and near naked shone in their eyes, but the slaves did nothing to interfere
. Hank was a hard man who punished his slaves frequently and fiercely. It pa
id to mind one's own business.

He carried her into her stepfat
her's study and dropped her in
the large horsehair chair. It prickled her bare legs and she shifted uncomfortably as s
he glared at
Cole
with hate and disdain. "Now we'll just sit and wait for Hank to come home. I don't think you'll be putting on such airs this evening love. Passion will replace hatred in those beautiful eyes." The sound of an approaching carriage could be
heard as he was finishing his taunting words and
Jolie
gave a little squeak of fear. Could Hank be back so early? Her heart dropped to the pit of her stomach when she heard
his voice outside the window.

"Well now aren't you the lucky one? Seems he's home
already."
Cole
walked to the doorway of the study and called for Hank. He quickly told her stepfather what she had been up to in his absence and how he had saved her from being raped as the two of them entered the room. Hank slowly closed the door behind h
im and walked to the chair in which
Jolie
had been dropped.

"Father…
"

"Shut your mouth you little harlot. Look at you. I can see right through your shift. That sinful hair of yours is flowing down your back
,
just begging a man to wrap his fingers in it
,
an
d your breasts are practically spilling out. Any man who came upon you at the stream would have thought you were asking to be taken. Your wicked enticing body could have made even a gentleman sin seeing you like this. You should thank the Lord that Monsie
u
r
Jameson
has restraint, and came along to rescue
you before you were molested."

"Father please, it was so hot…
I just wanted to cool off. And he didn't rescue me!
He bound my hands and tried…
"

"Silence young lady! You will speak when asked to. Now I have
to figure out a way to keep your reputation from being ruined. No decent man wants a wife who's been touched by another."
Jolie
's che
eks flamed scarlet and her green
eyes shone bright with tears as Hank raked his gaze over her almost naked body. The wet sh
ift stuck to her skin and was almost transparent. It squeezed her breasts, making the tops of the soft white mounds rise over the neckline. And her hair, Hank hated it but there wasn't much she could
do
with her hair. It was a mass of golden locks
that flo
wed down to her waist, and
refused to be tamed. Hank said it enticed men. It seemed to
Jolie
that everything about her enticed sin
in the eyes of her stepfather.