Silver Silk Ties (5 page)

"Ahem?"

Ahh, I have not answered.

"Oh, yes, my lord.
If you
please.
I have no wish to attend my father, unless to ensure he is
really deceased, and I feel sure your physician will ascertain that so much
better than I."

"Then we will leave." He walked to the door and
tapped a series of knocks. Ara waited, fascinated as a reply was tattooed, and
with a nod, he turned to look at her.

"We go another way. May I have your word you will do
exactly as I say? Or do I truss you?"

He is asking me? I am truly
honored.

He must have seen her expression, as he walked up to her and
spun her around so fast she felt yet another ringlet slip from its pin.

He held her so close that his body caressed her arse, and his
cock demanded entrance to her anus. If there had been no clothes between them,
Ana would have bent forward to give him easier access. As it was, she pushed
back, to help him to touch so intimately.

His breath feathered the fine hairs on the nape of her neck.
As he put his arm around her, not only to fasten her tight to him, but also to
nip her nipple, Ara knew she would deny him nothing. He had found her inner soul
and she was his. She moaned.

"My lord, I need, I want…ah…" He lifted her skirts
and his finger began to flirt with her cunt. Ara knew it would take very little
for her to lose all rationale and to fall over the cliff into a deep compelling
orgasm. He touched her quim, and played her like the virtuoso he undoubtedly
was.

Her breath hitched and her honey pot swelled under his
skillful ministrations. The tingling in her body intensified—it had been so
long since any fingers other than her own had sought to arouse her thus—and she
writhed against him, begging for more. With a low laugh, he inserted one, and
then two fingers deep into her cunt and pushed.

Ara screamed. "Yes, oh yes!"

 
The sharp slap to her
arse was pleasure as well as pain.
"No, oh no."
His voice, although mocking, was stern, and she responded instantly, drawing
back from the brink.

"Please," Ara said.
Damn, I am now whimpering and begging like a child.
 
"Please, my lord, it has been so
long."

"And the more you ask, the longer it will be." He
removed his fingers and smoothed down her dress before he walked to the door.

"Dammit, Ara, you are all temptation, and our first
coupling must be in our rooms. Now I do not have to deny us their joys, I am impatient
to see to what uses they have. We leave by my own entrance and walk to Dalrey
House. It will take barely ten minutes, and it is unlikely we will be seen by
anyone we would prefer not to notice us. Are you agreeable, or do I call for a
carriage? It will take longer." He ran his fingers up her arm and she
shivered. She needed him.

"Whichever is fastest, my lord.

"So? We walk?"

What could she say? Her body was on fire, and she trembled
with arousal at the thought of what might be in store. As she tried to smooth
her tumbled hair, and compose herself, Ara knew there was only one answer
possible.

"Yes, my lord."

Chapter Five

Felton rapped on the door, and waited until he received a
response. Satisfied, he returned to Ara, and put his hand to the small of her
back. He dare not trust himself to touch her lower. He knew he would have no
compunction not to fondle if he did.

"Come, if we walk, I have no need to cover your
eyes." He opened a door at the rear of the room. Concealed in the
elaborately carved wooden wall, only he and a chosen trusted few knew of it.

He could tell Ara had questions, but she wisely did not ask
them. Or was it wise? Felton admitted to himself he would have liked a reason
to spank her until she was rosy red, and bore the imprint of his hand. Such a
sight, with one he now realized he was very fond of, would be more than
acceptable and an interesting start to a session of mutual enjoyment. He
wondered if he would ever confess the machinations of her late husband to
her?
Certainly not soon, he decided as he led the way down a
well light, narrow staircase. The candles fluttered as they passed them and
created a breeze. Their shadows shifted and reformed in their illuminations.

"Are you all right, Ara?" he asked as they
proceeded steadily downward. "The stairs are steep, but if you slip, I
will be here to catch you."

She laughed. "I have removed my shoes. I am unlikely to
slip, but
if
I do, I thank you. I
wonder
,
which bit will you hold on to first?" She
paused.
"To save me?"

Felton chucked as he reached the bottom step and turned to
offer her his hand.
"To save you?
Why, I’d grab
you like this." He put his arms around her waist and lifted her down the
last few steps.
"To save myself?"
He put her
down in front of him, and turned her so they were face-to-face, chest to breast,
cock to cunt. "I take each delicious part of you in turn, and imprint them
on my memory." He couldn't help himself. He touched her lips with his, and
at her indrawn breath of surprise, slipped his tongue inside, to swirl it
around hers.

She tasted of mint. To his delight her tongue reciprocated
the dance and meshed with his. His cock swelled, and he could tell once more
his pre cum was demanding attendance.
Damn it, I must get her home.
Even so, he still took his time to break the
kiss.

"Ara,"—his voice was ragged—"we must continue
or I will have you here and our secret will no longer be that. We have but five
minutes before a trusted servant will come to douse the candles. I have no wish
for the house to catch fire, or to be found bollocks deep inside you. I am no
exhibitionist. I leave that to others."

"Like Jeremy," Ara said. He jumped and she
chuckled. "He has those tendencies, not I. Indeed take me home and show me
my future." Felton heard the satisfaction in her voice. He wondered how
she knew her brother’s preferences and decided not to ask, although he filed
the question away for another time.

"Of course.
Maybe you best slip on your
shoes. It is a short walk now." He waited until she was once more wearing
her footwear, and opened yet another door, this time into a long dark and
gloomy passageway. Next to him Ara shivered.

 
"Cold?" he
asked.

 
"A little,"
Ara said. "Although, I confess most of my tremors are not due to the air
temperature."

She continually surprised him with her quick wit and sexual
innuendo. It augured well for their relationship. Felton had long been aware he
could partner no retiring submissive. He needed to be pushed and prodded and to
do the same in return. He stuck a match on a tinderbox left by the door on
purpose, and lit a lantern. Once he could see clearly, he closed the door
behind them.

"Walk ahead," he said, command uppermost in his voice.
"At the end you will see a door. Go through and wait for me." He
handed her the lantern. "I will follow."

 
She took the vessel
without comment and walked a few steps before turning to look at him. "So
you can look at my arse?"

"That and to decide where best to place my hand when I
spank you, redden you, and make you mine."

Even in the low light he watched, fascinated, as the color
flooded her skin, and her eyes widened and sparkled until they matched the
jewels he hoped to shower her with.

"Ah, Ara, that idea excites you?"

She grinned, so mischievous, so full of life, his balls clenched.
Walk faster
, he pled mentally with
her.

"Oh, yes, my lord."
Her tone softened in
submission as she as she addressed him as her Dominant.

 
"So be it. I
look forward to a long and satisfying
relati
—marriage."
He caught himself just in time. It was to be a relationship, but more than that.
It would be forever.

He waited and she looked at him, not speaking. The light
dawned. "
Ara
, I feel we have a need to sort out
some of the nuances of our relationship. I do not expect retorts, but I do
expect replies. I know not of your life before now, but our relationship, our
marriage, will be a new beginning. We will set our parameters this night, to
our mutual satisfaction. Do you agree?"

Her smile reminded him of a sunrise.
Glorious
and full of the hint of what was to come.

“Oh, yes, my lord."

And he was going to demand when in a scene she called him Sir.
All this ‘my lording’ could get confusing.

"Walk on now," Felton commanded.
Ah, now I sound like I am talking to my
horse.
Luckily, Ara either did not realize or chose not to comment. Instead,
she dipped her head in acquiescence before she turned around and walked away.
With a flick of another match, Felton lit a second lantern and followed her. He
admired her elegant carriage, and the way her arse clenched and relaxed with
each step.

"Wait by the door" She stopped walking. He nodded.
This was going well. "Open it and go inside to wait for me."

As she did as he asked and exited the corridor, he wondered
what her reaction would be to the room she’d find herself in momentarily. He
had decorated it on a whim, more as a tease than for any specific reason. Had
he somehow known Ara would be the perfect mate? The colors of the room were a
perfect foil for her dark beauty. He quickened his steps, and reached the door
in time to hear her gasp.

He entered and used his foot to shut the door. It slammed
with a thud, and Ara looked at him, her eyes worried.

Felton leaned against the wall. "No need to look
worried, my dear
. 'Tis but a lazy way to secure the entrance.
Be assured I will
never
secure
your
entrance in such a manner."

Her eyes widened at his words and she laughed, all
apprehension leaving her.

"For that, my lord, I will be ever thankful."

 
"I am glad. Be
warned though, I will spank your
quim
, and redden it
also," he continued as if he was discussing the entrée for dinner.
 
In a way, he was. "I allow,
to send
you into that place where pleasure and pain are so
entwined there is no degree of separation, has my cock primed and ready to fuck
once my hands have given you that."
Would his frank
speak alarm her?
Felton was aware he was pushing fast, testing her, and
to a degree himself.

"Here, my lord?" Her tone was one of mild
interest. Only the rapid beat of the pulse in her neck gave away her arousal. He
applauded her cleverness.

"No, not here.
This is to whet your
appetite."

 
"Ah."
Ara
walked in the direction of a series of ropes fixed onto
the ceiling. "This?"

He walked toward her, and set the ropes swaying with a touch
of his hand.

 
"A
whim.
Several years ago, I had recourse to visit–" He stopped
speaking.

"Visit?"

"Another country, where I was
introduced to the art of rope binding.
This is not a true harness, but it
reminds me of the delights of winding ropes and creating an enticing pattern on
a soft white skin."

"Here?" Her tone was hard. He would not wish to
cross her when she was riled.

"Never here. You are the first person to have seen this
room. No, I have demonstrated in—"

 
"Ah, Felton, let
us please stop fencing.
In the house on

Thank the lord no names were
used in the accounts
.
It would never do for Ara to know who his model had been.

"In that you are correct. Have you seen enough? If so
we should retire to somewhere more amenable to what I have in mind."

"With a proper harness?" she asked. Her eyes shone
and she giggled. "This night is turning out to be
so
much better than I had thought."

Felton flicked his fingers over her arm. "Wait and
see." He took her arm and led her across the room to yet another door.

"So many doors and passages.
Where are we?"

"Dalrey House. The last passage leads directly under
the mews from

"If we go further, there will be no turning back, Ara.
I had not thought to do this to you. I had not hoped I
could
do this to you. I expected a conventional acceptable marriage,
and this side of me to be ignored."