Resurrection (16 page)

"If you want to make your own clothes in the future you can. For now, we'll buy off the peg. In here..."

Jane had no idea what he meant by 'off the peg', but followed dutifully as he led her into one of the enclosures he referred to as a shop. All around she saw rails upon which hung beautiful garments in every colour imaginable.

"See anything that takes your fancy?"

Jane shook her head. "I have no notion..."

"I do. Hold this." He thrust the scarf back into her hands while he grabbed a metal basket from a stack close to the door. "We'll pick out a few things, then find a fitting room." He eyed her critically, in manner which made Jane squirm, though not in discomfort. Quite the reverse, her stomach clenched as did another part of her anatomy a little lower. "A size twelve, I'm guessing." He raised his gaze to her breasts. "We'll need to get you measured for a bra though. I'm betting on a B cup."

His words were incomprehensible to Jane, but she merely smiled and let him get on with selecting items from the racks to pile into the basket. The twenty-first century was a weird and wonderful time, without doubt, but she believed she might come to like shopping.

*****

"Are you hungry?" Ged enquired when at last they sat on an ornate seat to rest. They were surrounded by pretty bags made from a substance called plastic. It came in every shade and hue and was far stronger than it first appeared. Contained within the bags were more garments than Jane had ever owned in her life, all brand new, all ready to wear. The clothes she had borrowed from Ged were also in one of the bags, rolled into a ball and stuffed out of sight when he had casually informed one of the stall holders they met on this most amazing expedition that his wife would wear her purchases immediately. Thus she now found herself wearing a pair of soft black hose, though Ged insisted they should be called leggings, and a thigh-length tunic made of a drapey fabric in various shades of green. Ged had taught her how to tie the scarf they purchased on their arrival in this wonderful place around her neck, then showed her her reflection in the glass which seem to be everywhere. She had to agree the combination was very attractive, though she still considered the fashion not entirely decent.

"I am hungry, yes. Do you suppose we might find a hostelry of some sort? Do such places still exist?"

"They do, though we call them restaurants. Come on, I know a place you'll like."

A few minutes later they entered a shop where there were no goods on display. Rather, tables were set out in neat rows, and here and there people sat to eat. Ged informed the smiling young woman who greeted them at the entrance that they required a table for two, and soon they were facing each other across a small expanse of glossy red upon which were arranged a number of objects which Jane had to assume were associated with twenty-first century eating. She no longer asked Ged about everything she saw, preferring to watch those around her and learn that way. The young woman who showed them to their seats presented each of them with a gaudy book containing pictures of platters with all manner of food upon them. There was writing also, though Jane had never learnt more of her letters than might be required to scribe her own name or add a column of figures. She looked to Ged for guidance.

"We'll have a deep pan meat feast," he declared, "and two Diet Pepsi's."

*****

"That was a wonderful meal. Thank you." Jane leaned back to consider her empty plate. "Are you not eating anything?"

Ged shook his head. "I... ate earlier. While you were still asleep.”

"But you really should. This pizza is truly delicious."

"I'm sure, but no. Are you ready to leave?"

"You wish to return to Roseworth?"

"Yes, when you've finished eating. And if there are no more items you'd like to buy. It's almost ten o'clock so the shops here will be closing soon."

"No, nothing. You have been most generous already with your coin."

"I think we both know there have been no coins involved. That reminds me, I'll make arrangements for you to have access to my credit card accounts so you can buy what you want in the future."

Jane did not even bother to ask him to explain what any of that meant. Her head was spinning, but she had more questions now than ever. And one which stood head and shoulders above the rest.

"How has this happened?"

"I beg your pardon?" Ged regarded her across the littered table

"This. I no longer doubt the truth of it, that I am indeed somehow transported to a time hundreds of years in the future, and that I have miraculously found my husband here. But I cannot comprehend how any of it has come about."

"Me neither."

"Before we left Roseworth, you spoke of my future. Here."

"I did. We need to make plans."

"Yes, of course, but surely I should plan to return to my own time. Is that not where I am truly meant to be?"

He frowned and considered her statement for several moments. "Who knows where any of us are truly meant to be? It seems to me that we should just do our best to be content with the here and now."

"But if I could just plummet through time as I did, without any conscious effort on my part, does it not stand to reason the same might happen in reverse? If there was a route by which I came here, I must be able to retrace my steps. We should seek to locate that route, I think."

"I'm not sure it's that straightforward. Or are you suggesting I should simply toss you back into my lake like some trout I landed and decided not to eat for my supper after all?"

"Of course not. I cannot swim."

"You have some other solution then?"

"No, but that does not mean none exists."

"Do you yearn for the life you left behind? The people? The places? Your life as lady of Roseworth?"

"It is not so much that. In any case, we had no children, and you are here with me."

"I am there too. Or I was. I was turned about two years after your disappearance, and I have to suppose that was always fated to be so you would have been a widow soon enough."

"Why, if you were not dead?"

"I couldn't have remained as lord of Roseworth, not for long. Back then, the life of a vampire was brutish, and bloody dangerous both for those like me and for any in our orbit. The vampires who have survived over the centuries have all been those who moved about, never remaining too long in one place. For those who did try to put down roots their neighbours would realise eventually that there were some in their midst who got no older, who never became ill, who recovered from injury in a fraction the time it would take anyone else. There would be accusations of witchcraft, persecution, murder. No, Jane, we thrived by remaining out of sight, unnoticed."

"You must have been lonely, and unhappy."

Ged shook his head. "No, not especially. My perspective changed, I suppose. My King had been killed in battle and my new wife was a shrew. I had no fondness for the Tudor and it suited me to leave these shores. I became an adventurer, an explorer. I sailed to the Americas in 1492, at a time when that journey was every bit as perilous as going to the Moon was almost five hundred years later. I did not return to England for two hundred years or so."

"Your new wife?" Jane gaped at him. It had never occurred to her that he might remarry, having believed her to be dead.

"Ah, yes. I meant to mention that. With the King's dispensation, I married the daughter of a neighbouring earl. Eleanor was five years my senior and as cold-hearted a bitch as I have ever known. Still, she bore me a son within the year, so I shouldn't complain. Henry inherited the title after I disappeared and went on to sire four fine lads of his own. Roseworth flourished, until one of the earls—the ninth I think—was careless enough to pick the wrong side to support in the English Civil War. Roseworth came off badly and ended up the ruin we see today and the ninth earl lost his head along with the King. That was in the sixteen hundreds, and by then I was starting to build my fortune as a privateer in the Americas. I returned to England with Charles, the new king, when the monarchy was restored, but found it difficult to settle so I joined the King's navy and set off on my travels again. It was a good life, and over the next couple of centuries I saw most of the world, much of it only just being discovered."

Jane hardly heard any of his tale beyond mention of the new wife. "Did you love her? This Eleanor?"

Ged shook his head, his expression firm. "No. I didn't even like her. She brought with her a generous dowry though, and you were gone. I did grieve for you, but I had responsibilities to Roseworth. It had its compensations, Henry was a fine boy, from what I recall."

"Then, if I were to return to my own time, what would become of her? Of them?"

"Ah, well, that's the problem, isn't it? History rolled on without either of us in it. Others moved into the space we left, filled the gaps and forged their own stories. We can't rewrite it, and I don't believe we can ever go back, even if we knew how."

Jane stared at him, the reality of her situation finally sinking in. It was as though a heavy door clanked shut behind her, sealing off any retreat.

"I would like to go home now, if you please."

"To Roseworth? My Roseworth?"

"Yes, but you said I could stay there with you. I think that makes it ours, does it not? And on the way there, perhaps you might be so good as to recount that tale of yours again for it sounds perfectly fascinating and I realise I have much to catch up. I wish to know more of this world you discovered on your travels, of the Americas, of flying to the Moon, and of this King Charles."

"This is my room. You'll share it from now on." Ged opened the door to his bedroom and gestured Jane inside.

She bowed her head and stepped past him. His cock twitched. Whatever had possessed him that he failed to see that his little wife was as submissive as any female he had ever known, human or vampire? He could only blame youthful ignorance for his oversight, though that was a thin enough excuse. Now though, he would start as he meant to carry on.

"I prefer you to be naked whilst in this room, and ready to obey any command I might give. Will that present any problems?"

"No, my lord."

Was she doing that deliberately? He couldn't be sure, but she had been warned about the use of his old title and a spanking was most definitely on the cards. His cock twitched again, as did his palm. He pulled out a chair which normally stood under the window. It was angular, without arms, and perfect for what he intended.

"Undress, Jane, then come and stand before me." He sat on the chair, his long legs stretched out before him, and he waited for her to obey him. She would, he knew it. His Janey was always a docile little thing, but this time she had an added incentive. At last, he knew just what she wanted from him and he had promised to provide for her needs.

Even so, Jane took her time over getting naked. He was ready to allow for her lack of familiarity with twenty-first century garments, but how long did it really take to drag a tunic over her head and roll down a pair of leggings? She needed something to gee her up a bit.

"You know you'll be getting a spanking, don't you, Jane?"

"Yes, Ged. I realise that."

Was the little brat smiling
?
He stood and slowly unbuckled his belt, then held her startled gaze as he slid the leather through the loops. Her stunned expression was far more to his liking now.

"If you're not naked and standing on that spot right in front of me by the time I count to five, you'll feel ten strokes of my belt across your beautiful arse too. Your choice, girl."

He sat back down, and had reached four by the time she scurried to a halt before him. She stood, nude and trembling, eyes downcast, waiting.

Fucking beautiful.

"Chin up, shoulders back, look at me. Clasp your hands together in the small of your back, feet shoulder width apart." He barked out his instructions and was gratified at the submissive and prompt manner in which she shifted into the position he desired.

"Was I quick enough, Ged?" Her voice sounded breathless. She'd been scared of him before, he knew that, but this was different. He decided to cheat a little on this occasion and delved into her head. He found apprehension there, tinged with anticipation—a heady cocktail for a new submissive.

She gasped as awareness of his intrusion dawned. "Am I to have no privacy?"

"Not here. Everything you think, everything you feel, is mine. It's all for me. Do you understand that?"

Her brow furrowed and she began to chew on her lower lip. "No, not really. My thoughts are my own."

"Ah, defiance too. I like that, it offers me all the more opportunities to spank you. I think we both know by now that your thoughts are not private, not to me. But the real question here is, do you trust me never to abuse the knowledge I have of you?"

More delightful lip-chewing, then, "I believe so, my lor—"

"Would it be easier to call me Sir?"

"Yes, perhaps. Your given name seems too—familiar."

"Sir then, when we're alone. You have little enough reason yet to trust me, but you will learn to. I intend to give you reasons, lots and lots of reasons. I won't let you down again, Jane."

He waited, watching as a host of emotions flitted across her features. Surprise, hope, acceptance, though he detected caution there too, and a worrying level of self-doubt. He had much to work on.

"So, are you ready to lay yourself across my lap, Jane?"

"Will you hurt me?"

"Of course, though not so much that you won't be able to stand it."

"What if I want you to stop?"

"This is a punishment spanking so it's over when I say it is. If you start to feel overwhelmed and want me to pause for a moment though, you need only ask."

"And, after...?"

"And after, I shall hold you until you stop crying, and I’m sure that all’s well between us. Then I shall fuck you. You should be aware, Jane, I intend to make a better job of it this time."

He was pleased to see a delightful flush creep across her cheeks. Time to pinken her buttocks to match.

"Jane?" He patted his lap.

She stepped to the side then leaned across him, lowering herself into position.

"Further forward, if you please. Lift up your bottom for me."

Jane obliged him, pushing herself up onto her toes to present her beautiful heart-shaped arse. Ged admired the pretty curves, leaning to his right to catch a peek at her pussy lips just visible between her thighs. He contemplated asking her to spread her legs to afford him a better view, but decided against it. He had plenty of time and would explore her sweet little cunt soon enough. For now he opted to concentrate on the spanking. It was no hardship, he couldn't recall an occasion when he had ever anticipated administering a punishment with quite so much relish.

Jane jerked hard when he laid his palm on her upturned buttock. He caressed her skin, felt the muscles tighten beneath his hand as she clenched in anticipation. He circled her soft cheeks with his palm, first one, then the other, saying nothing. He continued to caress her until she softened, her body relaxing, ready for him.

The first slap was soft, but still she gasped. He stroked the sensation away, then dropped another spank onto her sensitive behind, harder this time. She let out another soft sigh, but didn't shift her position. He continued to slap her soft cheeks, peppering her behind with spanks which became harder, sharper, more intense. Soon she was wriggling on his lap, rubbing hard against his erection. She could have no doubt of his arousal, and he was acutely aware of hers.

As he ramped up the punishment her pussy lips glistened, then moisture started to trickle. She dampened his jeans, though he would swear she was unaware of her physical response. Her head though, that was another matter entirely. He rifled her thoughts shamelessly, and knew the moment, even before her body went limp, draped across his thighs in absolute surrender, that he had her. She was his, to do with as he pleased.

He continued to spank her, shifting her on his lap and lifting his right leg up a little to raise her bottom higher. Now he concentrated on the backs of her thighs, and the sweet spot where thigh met the lower curve of her behind. Jane was whimpering, and occasional squeals escaped her, but still she did not struggle or ask him to let up. He knew he was hurting her, but her tolerance for pain was high. He would have to watch that for fear of causing her injury.

Her bottom was flaming red before he detected the first stirrings of completion. She had accepted her punishment and borne it well, but she was starting to move into new territory now. He was hurting her, really hurting her, and soon she would reach that point where acceptance soured into resentment, where justice and discipline darkened into cruelty.

He eased off, slowing the strokes, lightening the slaps until he was stroking and caressing her bright red buttocks. She was sobbing, dragging in great ragged gulps of air as she fought to process what had just happened to her. Ged was under no illusions about what was going on inside her head. Jane had expected a few playful taps, but the reality of discipline at the hands of a Dominant was something different entirely. She would learn to appreciate both.

"You can get up now." He murmured the words as her weeping subsided.

Jane didn't move, so he eased his hands under her torso and lifted her, turning her in his arms to cradle her against him. He kissed her hair as she curled her fingers into the front of his shirt and clung on. Now he traced large circles between her shoulder blades, patient, soothing as he waited for her to lift her chin and face him again.

"Sir...?"

"Mmm? Yes, sweetheart? What is it?"

"I do not believe I wish you to spank me again."

"That won't be for you to decide, Janey."

"I know, Sir."

He grinned as he buried his face in the curling mass of her hair. It wouldn't do to wreck his stern Dom persona quite yet. "You're a fast learner. So, that was your first taste of punishment and I can tell you've benefited from it already. Are you ready now, I wonder, to learn about rewards?"

"Sir? I believe I am."

"So do I. You've waited long enough, that's for sure."

He got to his feet with her still in his arms and stepped over to the huge bed. He laid her in the centre, then smiled when she rolled onto her side.

"Sore, eh? That's good. Get on all fours, if you would, please."

He was encouraged by the alacrity with which she obeyed him. She showed every promise of being a perfect submissive.

"Spread your legs as wide as you can, shoulders down, arse up in the air."

Now she did hesitate, and he resisted the urge to tap her on the bottom to remind her what obedience was. Natural modesty was a powerful inhibitor, and despite years of marriage he appreciated how little his wife really knew of her own sexuality—or his. He accepted responsibility for that failing, but he would soon dispel it. In Ged's not inconsiderable experience, nothing peeled away the shroud of modesty as effectively as a healthy bolt of pure lust, as his little Janey was about to learn.

He waited those extra seconds, then when she still hadn't lifted her bottom up to display her beautiful cunt to him he leaned over her to slide his fingers down the crevice between her buttocks. He found her rear entrance, paused to circle it with his fingertip, then went on down to part her pussy lips. She let out a startled 'ooh' as he drove two fingers deep inside her.

Her channel was slick, and so ready. She was tight, but even so, he could have fucked her right now. It was what she expected, he knew that. He had no intention of doing that, though. This wasn't going to be like any of those other times when he took what he wanted and ignored her needs.

He curled his fingers inside her and pressed upwards, lifting her body gently.

"I said 'arse up in the air', Jane. This is what I meant." He raised her into the position he desired, then, his fingers still buried within her clenching channel, he nudged her knees apart with his own. "Spread for me, nice and wide, please."

She obeyed now, with a little encouragement. By way of acknowledging her compliance he finger-fucked her for a few moments, driving his digits deep each time as he explored her inner landscape. He was seeking just that exact spot... yes, there!

Jane groaned and her body started to convulse around his fingers as he rubbed gently in that place he now knew would drive her wild. She was squirming on the mattress, gyrating her hips, squeezing her pussy around his hand.

With his spare hand Ged reached into his pocket for the tiny bullet vibrator he had slipped in there when they first entered the room. He flicked the end to bring it to life, then stroked the tip of it across the hood which partly concealed her clitoris.

Jane started to recoil away, but he moved with her, pressing the toy more firmly against her swelling nub.

"Be still, Janey. Trust me."

She was. She did. As he had when she was draped across his lap, so now he knew the precise instant she accepted his demands. He worked his fingers inside her, scissoring and twisting with each thrust to create as much sensation as she could handle. At the same time he teased her clit with the vibrator, turning up the intensity when she quieted and pressing it harder against her plump bud.

"Sir, what are you doing? I... what is happening?" She moaned, whimpered, widened her stance yet more to gain greater purchase.

"I'm doing what I should have done centuries ago," he ground out. "Now, come for me, Jane."

"I..."

"Let it happen. Now, Janey."

She screamed. She actually fucking screamed as her climax gripped and consumed her. Her pussy tightened and spasmed around his questing digits. Her hips rocked back and forth as she rubbed against the vibrator. He held it in place, firm against that spot where she was most vulnerable, and rode out the storm with her.

At last she started to settle. The frantic clenching eased as he slowly drew his fingers back and forth inside her. He turned down the toy until it emitted just a slow, rhythmic pulse, and kept that snuggled against her clit as he relaxed his grip, allowing her to slump forward onto the bed.

Her eyes were closed, her breathing fast. He could hear her heart thumping, though it was already starting to slow. And inside her head, he found—contentment.

Yes!

Her state of relaxed bliss was short-lived. Almost instantly he picked up the aftershocks of demand, of need.

I want you inside me. Fuck me. Now.

It was as clear to him as if she had already said the words out loud. He knew what she wanted from him, but he would make her verbalise it. She must ask him.