Miss Simpkins' School: Molly by Raven McAllan Page A

Charles and wished that things could be different, Molly knew her place. Sadly, that wasn’t with Charles.
    They walked on in silence until they entered the house by way of the open doors that led into the family dining room. Ash had deliberately created pathways for his guests to follow, which kept them in the public rooms only. He stated that by doing so, his real guests like Charles and Molly wouldn’t be bothered by what Ash termed as the “free food and good gossip followers.” He had a point.
    Charles picked up two glasses and a bottle of champagne and handed them to Molly. “Here, can you carry this? I’ll get some food and we’ll find somewhere quiet. I need to talk to you. This might be for family only, but it’s still a bit too obvious for my liking.”
    He didn’t sound very happy about it. Molly slowly nodded in total agreement. There wasn’t much else she could do. Worry lines creased Charles’ forehead. Obviously, whatever he wanted to talk about was not only important, but perhaps disturbing. Regardless, she would never deny herself the chance to spend time with Charles.
    I am a glutton for punishment. But oh, just to be near him, smell his scent, and perhaps touch his skin, is such sweet torture. If it is all I can have, then it will be a memory to savor. She didn’t dare think of the one time she had enjoyed all of that and more. It was too painful. Her back stung as if to remind her of those times.
    “Thank you. Shall we?”
    Molly jumped and the champagne frothed around the mouth of the bottle. She’d been so deep in thought, she hadn’t realized Charles had filled a platter and rejoined her. He dipped his head and deliberately licked the rim of the bottle, scooping the bubbles into his mouth. The sight of his tongue as it caressed the glass made her tingle. With a wicked grin, he moved suddenly and placed his lips over hers. Molly opened her mouth to comment and cool sparkly liquid passed from him to her. She spluttered and swallowed the fruity wine. It was all too personal and arousing to cope with. The hairs on her arms stood to attention and her clit tightened to the point where pleasure and pain were indistinguishable.
    “Whaa...” She looked at Charles in bewilderment. “What was that in aid of?”
    “My campaign. Or a whim if you prefer. So...” He gestured toward the door.
    “Oh, ah, yes. I’m sorry I was wool-gathering” And the rest. “Where shall we go?”
    “Follow me.” Charles smiled and his deep blue eyes glittered with something she couldn’t fathom. “I know just the place where we won’t be disturbed.”
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    “A folly? I didn’t even know there was one.” Molly put her platter on a low bench and turned full circle to look around the tiny building. The windows were low and wide, and bewitching mythical creatures decorated the wall panels. “It’s so beautiful. Where are we though?”
    Charles had harnessed a bright-eyed bay horse to a gig and driven them along a tiny track through the woods and up a hill, until they’d reached this honey stone building shaped like an octagon. The gorse-studded land dropped away in front of them to become checkered fields and tiny copses. Over to the right, where the sun hung low in the sky, a herd of cows walked across the field toward their milking shed. It was peaceful—tranquil even. So why did Molly’s heart pound like a drum beaten at twice its normal rate?
    Her body felt most peculiar, and nothing like she’d ever experienced before. Her skin stung, and was surely too small for her frame. Her nipples were so hard the material of her dress would no doubt soon be holed by their insistence to push out and be seen. As for her cunt? Molly daren’t think about that. Her legs were more than damp, and had she hair over her quim, no doubt it would be covered in her essence. She either had to get over these reactions, or make sure never to be alone near Charles again. It was easier to leave a space between them in the