Little
Nightshade.” The Duchessa moved for
the first time now, reaching into a chamber to her right and drawing out a
decanter filled with wine. She began
to pour the ruby-colored liquid into a metal goblet. “Can I interest you in
some wine?” She handed the goblet
to Amelia without waiting for an answer. The Duchessa was someone that was not accustomed to having her
suggestions turned aside, politely or no.
“Thank you Mistress.” Amelia took the goblet into her
hands, careful to not drink it right away. In a moment the Duchessa had poured
herself an identical goblet of wine, and held it up with her small white hands.
“To little birds learning to fly.” The Duchessa merely
watched Amelia as she put her lips to the goblet and drank greedily. Amelia realized that it was the first
time she had tasted wine since drinking it from the Duchessa’s lips in her
bedchamber, and she trembled lightly thinking about the experience once
again. After Amelia had downed her
wine, the Duchessa drank from her goblet slowly and deliberately, keeping
Amelia in her sight the entire time.
“I was watching you during the race. You’re a quick one. More spirit than the others.” Amelia
thought carefully before replying to this. She didn’t want to upset the girl. She had done so before and it wasn’t enjoyable.
“Only more than some Mistress.”
“Ahhhh. Hah hah hah!” The Duchessa became a child again each
time she laughed, her teeth showing pearly white against her deep red lips.
“You mean Psalm? Yes, Psalm is
another story.” Amelia was
surprised that the Duchessa knew so much about the girls individually. It was frightening actually, to think
that she knew them each of them by name. Thus far she had never spoken Amelia’s
name however, and that was a good thing. Perhaps she didn’t know it.
“Why don’t you come over her beside me Little Bird?”
“Yes Mistress.” Amelia’s heart was beating swiftly as she moved over to sit beside her
mistress. The Duchessa turned
herself to face Amelia on the seat, carefully moving her skirts aside. She took
Amelia’s hands in hers and stroked the top of them gently, while looking her
directly in the eyes. Her face was
so young, no older than Amelia herself she seemed, and yet so confident and
mature. Her beauty was hypnotizing.
“Do you know why I send you, my servants, into the
stables?”
“To train us Mistress.” The Duchessa leaned slowly over,
and pressed her red lips to Amelia’s throat, kissing the soft skin there with
the utmost delicacy, the way one might kiss a cherished locket from a loved
one. The contact sent shivers
through her entire frame.
“To train you for what my darling?” She whispered lightly into Amelia’s ear,
planting still more light kisses on her neck, kisses that traveled to that
secret place behind her ear. Amelia
felt wildly conscious of what was happening, yet languid and sedate, almost intoxicated.
She tipped her head back and closed her eyes enraptured and lost.
“To please you my mistress,” she mumbled almost overcome
with desire, not daring to look at her mistress, not daring to return her gentle
kisses.
“And what does this entail girl?” With this question the
Duchessa cupped Amelia’s small breast in her hand. She squeezed the flesh slowly, twisting
and pinching the pink nipple between her fingers. Amelia bit her lip and kept her eyes
closed.
“Oh God Mistress,” she mouthed almost silently as the
Duchessa kissed down her throat and onto her chest. She tugged one of Amelia’s
breasts into her eager mouth, biting, then lapping at the nipple seductively.
Amelia felt herself leaning forward, feeding this girl her breast willingly.
She was already lost in this new sensation, the warmth from the mouth upon her
breast, the suckling upon her ever hardening nipple, awakening a feverish
desire deep within her. The Duchessa herself moaned, struggling to
Nightshade.” The Duchessa moved for
the first time now, reaching into a chamber to her right and drawing out a
decanter filled with wine. She began
to pour the ruby-colored liquid into a metal goblet. “Can I interest you in
some wine?” She handed the goblet
to Amelia without waiting for an answer. The Duchessa was someone that was not accustomed to having her
suggestions turned aside, politely or no.
“Thank you Mistress.” Amelia took the goblet into her
hands, careful to not drink it right away. In a moment the Duchessa had poured
herself an identical goblet of wine, and held it up with her small white hands.
“To little birds learning to fly.” The Duchessa merely
watched Amelia as she put her lips to the goblet and drank greedily. Amelia realized that it was the first
time she had tasted wine since drinking it from the Duchessa’s lips in her
bedchamber, and she trembled lightly thinking about the experience once
again. After Amelia had downed her
wine, the Duchessa drank from her goblet slowly and deliberately, keeping
Amelia in her sight the entire time.
“I was watching you during the race. You’re a quick one. More spirit than the others.” Amelia
thought carefully before replying to this. She didn’t want to upset the girl. She had done so before and it wasn’t enjoyable.
“Only more than some Mistress.”
“Ahhhh. Hah hah hah!” The Duchessa became a child again each
time she laughed, her teeth showing pearly white against her deep red lips.
“You mean Psalm? Yes, Psalm is
another story.” Amelia was
surprised that the Duchessa knew so much about the girls individually. It was frightening actually, to think
that she knew them each of them by name. Thus far she had never spoken Amelia’s
name however, and that was a good thing. Perhaps she didn’t know it.
“Why don’t you come over her beside me Little Bird?”
“Yes Mistress.” Amelia’s heart was beating swiftly as she moved over to sit beside her
mistress. The Duchessa turned
herself to face Amelia on the seat, carefully moving her skirts aside. She took
Amelia’s hands in hers and stroked the top of them gently, while looking her
directly in the eyes. Her face was
so young, no older than Amelia herself she seemed, and yet so confident and
mature. Her beauty was hypnotizing.
“Do you know why I send you, my servants, into the
stables?”
“To train us Mistress.” The Duchessa leaned slowly over,
and pressed her red lips to Amelia’s throat, kissing the soft skin there with
the utmost delicacy, the way one might kiss a cherished locket from a loved
one. The contact sent shivers
through her entire frame.
“To train you for what my darling?” She whispered lightly into Amelia’s ear,
planting still more light kisses on her neck, kisses that traveled to that
secret place behind her ear. Amelia
felt wildly conscious of what was happening, yet languid and sedate, almost intoxicated.
She tipped her head back and closed her eyes enraptured and lost.
“To please you my mistress,” she mumbled almost overcome
with desire, not daring to look at her mistress, not daring to return her gentle
kisses.
“And what does this entail girl?” With this question the
Duchessa cupped Amelia’s small breast in her hand. She squeezed the flesh slowly, twisting
and pinching the pink nipple between her fingers. Amelia bit her lip and kept her eyes
closed.
“Oh God Mistress,” she mouthed almost silently as the
Duchessa kissed down her throat and onto her chest. She tugged one of Amelia’s
breasts into her eager mouth, biting, then lapping at the nipple seductively.
Amelia felt herself leaning forward, feeding this girl her breast willingly.
She was already lost in this new sensation, the warmth from the mouth upon her
breast, the suckling upon her ever hardening nipple, awakening a feverish
desire deep within her. The Duchessa herself moaned, struggling to
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