voice.
“Don’t ever leave me, Bella,” he murmured sleepily, his arms tightening around her. “I have no one left.”
She closed her eyes, feeling tears prick behind her eyelids. Bella. He had called her Bella. “I won’t leave you.” But it was a lie. She could tell herself that she had no choice now but once the three months were up, she could no longer be his mistress. Even if she could bear the shame, knowing that she had no claim on him at all, that he would one day marry another woman, would slowly destroy her.
Chapter 9
When she awoke the next morning Castor was gone. Instead, her maid, Suzette, was there. Suzette helped Bella to dress before they were both driven back to the main house in the barouche that was waiting outside the cottage. Bella did not see Castor at all that day, and Mrs Robbins informed her that he had been called to one of his properties where a number of his tenants had lost their homes in a fire.
Four days later, Bella sat in the library, an open book in hand. After reading the same sentence three times in a row, Bella sighed and closed the book. She stood and walked to the bank of windows in the library and gazed at the magnificent gardens that stretched as far as the eye could see. The sight of the exquisitely tended landscape failed to soothe her as it usually did, as she wondered yet again when Castor would return.
The door opened abruptly, and Bella whirled around, startled. She found Castor standing in the doorway, his chest moving as he breathed rapidly. Tension held his body taut and she could see the muscles in his jaw bunch.
“Upstairs. Now,” he growled.
Her heart leaping into her throat, Bella hurriedly complied. There was a dangerous glint in his eyes that she had never seen before, and it seemed rather unwise to point out to him that she had only agreed to obey his orders in her bedchamber. Not that he had needed to tell her what to do. She had been more than willing to accept whatever he did to her as everything he did brought her more pleasure than she had previously thought possible.
The moment the door closed behind them, he said, “Go stand next to the bed and brace yourself on your elbows. Feet on the floor, face down.” Her face must have reflected her shock, for he paused. “You told me the morning after our first night together that you would submit to me in the bedchamber. Tell me now if you have changed your mind.”
“I … no,” she whispered, nerves and excitement causing her heart to pound so hard that she felt dizzy. “I will do as you say.”
His eyes softened. “Go to the bed. Face down.”
Trembling, she did as he said. The satin coverlet was cool under her palms, the mattress dipping as she placed her weight on her forearms. The faint rustle of clothing told her that he was undressing, and she shuddered, tension tightening within her when she felt him lift up her skirts and petticoats, baring her lower body to his gaze.
“No drawers. Good girl,” he rasped, his rough voice making her core throb. He ran a finger over her cleft, the pressure harder than usual, and she whimpered at the all too brief stroke over her clitoris. She stiffened, shocked when she felt his thumb circle the rosette between her buttocks but before she could say anything, he walked away. A moment later, she heard the unmistakable sound of a jar being opened and then he was behind her again.
Bella gasped when she felt Castor apply something like an emulsion into the folds of her sex. His fingers were impatient as he pressed shallowly into her channel, massaging the cream into her. Her breaths came in short pants and arousal coiled tight in her belly. Her breasts felt swollen, pressing tightly against her corset.
“I need to fuck you now,” he said through gritted teeth as he gripped her hips roughly. “I’ll take care of you later, I promise. Nod if you understand, Bella.”
She nodded wildly, a low moan escaping from her as he began to shove
“Don’t ever leave me, Bella,” he murmured sleepily, his arms tightening around her. “I have no one left.”
She closed her eyes, feeling tears prick behind her eyelids. Bella. He had called her Bella. “I won’t leave you.” But it was a lie. She could tell herself that she had no choice now but once the three months were up, she could no longer be his mistress. Even if she could bear the shame, knowing that she had no claim on him at all, that he would one day marry another woman, would slowly destroy her.
Chapter 9
When she awoke the next morning Castor was gone. Instead, her maid, Suzette, was there. Suzette helped Bella to dress before they were both driven back to the main house in the barouche that was waiting outside the cottage. Bella did not see Castor at all that day, and Mrs Robbins informed her that he had been called to one of his properties where a number of his tenants had lost their homes in a fire.
Four days later, Bella sat in the library, an open book in hand. After reading the same sentence three times in a row, Bella sighed and closed the book. She stood and walked to the bank of windows in the library and gazed at the magnificent gardens that stretched as far as the eye could see. The sight of the exquisitely tended landscape failed to soothe her as it usually did, as she wondered yet again when Castor would return.
The door opened abruptly, and Bella whirled around, startled. She found Castor standing in the doorway, his chest moving as he breathed rapidly. Tension held his body taut and she could see the muscles in his jaw bunch.
“Upstairs. Now,” he growled.
Her heart leaping into her throat, Bella hurriedly complied. There was a dangerous glint in his eyes that she had never seen before, and it seemed rather unwise to point out to him that she had only agreed to obey his orders in her bedchamber. Not that he had needed to tell her what to do. She had been more than willing to accept whatever he did to her as everything he did brought her more pleasure than she had previously thought possible.
The moment the door closed behind them, he said, “Go stand next to the bed and brace yourself on your elbows. Feet on the floor, face down.” Her face must have reflected her shock, for he paused. “You told me the morning after our first night together that you would submit to me in the bedchamber. Tell me now if you have changed your mind.”
“I … no,” she whispered, nerves and excitement causing her heart to pound so hard that she felt dizzy. “I will do as you say.”
His eyes softened. “Go to the bed. Face down.”
Trembling, she did as he said. The satin coverlet was cool under her palms, the mattress dipping as she placed her weight on her forearms. The faint rustle of clothing told her that he was undressing, and she shuddered, tension tightening within her when she felt him lift up her skirts and petticoats, baring her lower body to his gaze.
“No drawers. Good girl,” he rasped, his rough voice making her core throb. He ran a finger over her cleft, the pressure harder than usual, and she whimpered at the all too brief stroke over her clitoris. She stiffened, shocked when she felt his thumb circle the rosette between her buttocks but before she could say anything, he walked away. A moment later, she heard the unmistakable sound of a jar being opened and then he was behind her again.
Bella gasped when she felt Castor apply something like an emulsion into the folds of her sex. His fingers were impatient as he pressed shallowly into her channel, massaging the cream into her. Her breaths came in short pants and arousal coiled tight in her belly. Her breasts felt swollen, pressing tightly against her corset.
“I need to fuck you now,” he said through gritted teeth as he gripped her hips roughly. “I’ll take care of you later, I promise. Nod if you understand, Bella.”
She nodded wildly, a low moan escaping from her as he began to shove
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