Red Cloak of Abandon (15 page)

Law’s mouth covered hers with a soulful kiss of passion, while his

hand kneaded her mound and pussy lips beneath in several slow-bodied

squeezes and releases. She moaned arduously into his mouth as he slowly

began to suck her tongue, and she felt his other hand at her breast lifting

the weight upward and massaging the fullness.

“Law,” she gasped against his mouth when his fingertips tweaked

her nipples lightly.

“You like that?” he asked in a hush.

“Oh, yes,” she moaned restlessly, undulating her hips.

“Lay back. Let me see you, sweetheart.” Then, Law laid her back so

that her spine arced over his lap and her head and feet came to rest on the

seat. His hand stayed heatedly cupped over her mound and aching pussy

beneath, while his other fingers traced her mouth and she licked the tip

of one. “A feast,” he murmured. “You are beautiful and flushed with

arousal, my sweet.”

The thrill of hearing Law calling her beautiful, stretched the contours

of her body sensually over his thighs as she purred, “For you, Law, only

for you, for your big cock caressing my mouth and filling it with your hot

seed.”

Law’s fingers twitched over her pussy with one burrowing deeper

between the crease where she was wet and needy. “Where do you learn

such things, you lovely vixen? You are so sexual.” Law’s other fingertips

began to feather over her breasts.

“It is a secret, Law, that you must convince me to tell you.” Then,

Affinity moaned on the last word as Law plucked one of her nipples.

“Ah, a challenge?” Law murmured. “You are all things that chal-

lenge me and are erotic. Tell me, have you ever had a man’s cock in your

sweet mouth before, Affinity?”

Affinity shook her head with her eyelids crimping in pleasure. She

was unable to speak because Law’s fingers stroked through her pussy lips

and up over her clitoris, while his other fingers plucked her nipple again.

The expression on his face was lean and dark, like a bird of prey

intently watching its captive, and his firm lips were reddened from their

kisses with the top curve damp. His thick brownish-blond hair was

tousled, hanging nearly down in his eyes. Eyes that were inky black and

had a clear amorous purpose in mind. He looked, with his bare chest and

shadowed jaw line, like everything a man should be, and he was solely

intent on her.“I want to play with you. I want to make you writhe for me

and cry my name, Affinity. I want to give you as much pleasure as you

have given me.”

“Law,”
Affinity gasped, as the pressure of his finger suddenly

rotated with purpose over her clitoris. The pleasure seemed to snap in her

sex over and over constantly rising higher. Her shaking knees bent

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upward as her quivering thighs fell open and her back arched over his

thighs.

“Lord,
you are so hot and wet. I smell your desire.”

“Oh hh,” Affinity moaned, uncontrollably humping her hips to the

rhythm of Law’s finger rapidly circling her clitoris. His other hand

fondled her breasts, tweaking both nipples, first one then the other. Her

head fell from side to side as the pleasure twisted inside her and her mind

became singularly riveted to the sensation of Law’s hands and fingers,

rubbing, fondling, and plucking. Then, his finger at her clitoris slid down

to her sheath, circling the entrance with juicy sounds, before plunging

inside. “Oh my God, Law!” she cried.

Her knees lifted upward toward her chest wantonly. The fullness of

Law’s finger inside her and the stiff rasp against her tender flesh threw

chaotic pleasure bursting inside her sex. The absolutely stunning sensa-

tion of it humped her hips pleading for more.

“Yes,
love,” Law uttered roughly. “You are so passionate. You like

my finger fucking you?”

Affinity could barely speak as the intense sensations flashed through

her body.
“Yes,”
she panted.

“Two.” He promised gruffly.

“Oh God!” Affinity cried with her knees splitting impossibly wide

as Law thrust two fingers repeatedly in and out of her torridly clutching

sheath. There was a place inside her that she had never felt before, and

each heated friction of Law’s fingers plunging inside her burst pleasure

in her core, until she was mewling senselessly.

“Three,”
Law uttered, at the same moment he raised his thumb to

stroke Affinity’s clit, while thrusting three fingers inside her tight sheath.

His entire being was tuned into Affinity’s emanate climax as he watched

her breasts heave and her pussy undulate. What thrilled him most though,

were her legs thrown open widely to him. The supplication that showed

to the ardor he was able to reap over her, filled him deeply. His woman

was impassionedly abandoned with him, holding none of herself back,

and giving him everything she had to give. He took her erotic gift and

unraveled it as he followed her passionately increasing mewls, bringing

her higher and higher.

“Law! Law!
Ah hh Law!”
Affinity cried out with her entire body

quaking.

Then he felt it, her climax on his fingers, but this time he saw it too,

on her beautiful face twisted in pleasure. He kept his thumb rotating over

her torrid love button and his fingers plunging into her grasping sheath,

as he shifted his upper body over, swiftly bending down to shroud his

mouth over her gasping lips. He swallowed the triumph of her climax

into his mouth and it buried itself deep inside him. He had never held

anything so precious.

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Law was so intensely centered onto Affinity that he had not realized

the carriage had stopped moving, when loud rappings sounded, banging

through his hearing.

“Your grace, we have arrived.”

Ah, Lord, it was his footman.
“Go away!” Law exclaimed, much

more harsh than he intended because by then Affinity had become aware

and she squealed in distress. Her hands shoved on his shoulders as her

thighs clamped together strangling his hand. Panic was just on the edges

of flashing across her face, and he was going to yell at her to calm down,

when his footman added outside the closed carriage door.

“There is a lady here to see you, your grace. Asking for help. She’s

with a child, hovering by the stables.”

The momentum of Affinity’s shove pushed him upright and she

rolled off his lap. Then she scrambled to the other side of the carriage.

She cowered in the corner with her legs curled beneath her and one hand

clutched between her thighs, while her other arm shielded her breasts.

Her eyes were wide as she looked rather frantically at him, then the door.

He could only imagine the state of her mind being so close off the

edges of a climax. Still, he wanted to exclaim,
“What did you expect, we

were dallying in a carriage!”
Instead, he called out to his footman

saying, “Tell the lady that I will be right there.” Then, he looked at

Affinity. “Calm yourself, sweetheart, they cannot see you nor will they.

My footman would never just open the door. But I must see to this and I

need you to remain calmly here,” he explained as he reached for

Affinity’s cloak on the floor and handed it toward her.

She grasped the cloak quickly, looking confused as she mumbled,

“Yes, Law.”

“You stay right there. I will only be a moment,” Law said once again

firmly.

Affinity only nodded as he reached for the door handle blocking the

view inside the carriage as he quickly got out and closed the door.

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“Leave the carriage there,” Law said to his driver and footman as he

turned toward the woman huddled against the side of the stables. He

approached her slowly, but it was too dark under the stable eves to tell

much more than that she carried a small bundle against her chest.

“S-Sebastian sent me,” she managed through chattering teeth.

“He is a good man, a good friend, he was right to do so,” Law replied

softly.

“Me bellswagger pimp wants to take me babe!” the woman cried,

then nearly collapsing.

“That will
never
happen,” Law vowed as he reached forward to hold

her upright.

In the carriage, Affinity hastily put her cloak back on, wrapping it

around her tightly. She did not care at all for nearly getting caught in the

midst of torrid sexual activity. Her entire body shivered with the thought,

and she realized she was only so brave in these new sexual adventures.

She reached into her pocket and pulled out a paper she had there,

then she unfolded it carefully and laid it on the seat opposite her. It was

better for her seduction if she left now, she told herself, even though she

did not want to.
Really
, she never wanted to leave Law again. But she had

to act like a mature woman, not a besotted little girl and a mature woman

would depart now, leaving the tantalization on the high road. She needed

to withdraw to see if Law came to her next. If he came to her next for

nothing more than to see her and not to retrieve anything like his journal

as last time, then he came to her freely, just because he desired to.

“Yes, yes,” she mumbled, that was the way of it, so reluctantly, she

opened the carriage door on the opposite side away from the view of the

house and stables and she quietly got out of the carriage. Then she

silently slipped away into the night.

Affinity snuck past the steaming carriage horses and out the open

gate at the back of Law’s townhouse property. She clutched her cloak

tight to her body, suddenly wishing for clothes beneath it folds. However,

she walked briskly down the shadowy sides of the alleyways and that

helped warm her. She continued quickly, until she reached the back of

her uncle’s property where her footsteps faltered.

“Oh no,” Affinity muttered. The entire townhouse was lighted. This

had never happened before, her uncle went out most evenings, but he

always returned quietly to his study, then to bed. Affinity tried to tell

herself there could be many occurrences for this display and that she need

not be in any of them.

In the four years she had resided with her uncle, he had asked to see

her only a handful of times during the daylight hours and never once at

night. They could hardly be called close to each other. He barely tolerated

her presence as a grudging part of his duty. Affinity had finally under-

stood that her father, before his death, and his brother were bitter enemies

and her uncle’s feelings carried onto his brother’s child.

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Affinity bit her bottom lip looking up at the brightly lit townhouse,

wondering how she could sneak in now without being caught. “Calm

down,” she muttered, admonishing her alarm. “Think it through.”

Really, her uncle employed very few servants in the house and if she

could sneak through the backdoor to the kitchen, then she could hurry to

the back stairway to her room. She had to take the chance that the house

being blazoned with light had nothing to do with her. Truly, her uncle

would not show her that much notice if he found her missing. Still, some

unsettling intuition made her stomach queasy as she stepped forward to

sneak into the house. All Affinity could think of minutes later was that

she might have made it, but that was before she realized it would not have

mattered.

Bless Aunt Fuchsia and so late at night, she had been as startled as

Affinity was when Affinity entered her bedchamber and found Aunt

Fuchsia there. Of course, Affinity realized later that Aunt Fuchsia had

been ordered to sit there for just that purpose. Then, just as Aunt Fuchsia

exclaimed in a high-pitched voice at her entrance, Affinity heard.

“Is that slut there,
Fuchsia?
Get that
whore down her immediately!”

Affinity gasped at her uncle’s bellowing voice and words as Aunt

Fuchsia began weeping loudly. “Terrible, t-terrible,” Aunt Fuchsia tit-

tered.

Affinity immediately heard the clomp of what she assumed was her

uncle rushing up the stairs. All she could think of was that she was not

wearing anything beneath her cloak, nothing else made sense, besides the

rising panic of being in danger. Then, her uncle was there barging into

her room, as she back away from him. His normally florid face was

mottled even more bright red and he carried a long belt in his hand, while

his gaze was livid.

“Selling yourself
on the streets!” Uncle Redgrift shouted. “Like a

common slut! I knew no better offspring would come from my bastard

brother!”

Aunt Fuchsia wailed and scurried to the corner, as Affinity raised her

hands to Uncle Redgrift as though to hold the force of his rage at bay.

“What
is it, uncle? What has happened?” Affinity cried, as her uncle