against a collection of pillows. His muscular chest and sleek arms were bare, and Jane couldn’t help but notice that a trail of dark hair led down his belly and beneath the blankets…where a pole seemed to rise from between his legs. Her mouth went dry at the memory of just what that “pole” portended, and, despite its exhaustion, her body twinged in anticipation.
She offered the tray wordlessly, sliding it carefully onto the bed next to him, and sat back on her haunches to wait for further instruction. And possibly a piece of ham.
“Good morning, my delectable Jane.” He picked up a piece of toasted bread and spooned a generous amount of strawberry jam onto it. “I trust you slept well?”
She looked down to hide the flash of fury that surely blazed in her eyes. Bastard . The only reason she’d slept well was she’d been exhausted. The pallet in the corner to which she’d been banned was thin, and the single blanket she’d been provided hardly covered her.
“You may answer me, Jane,” he chided. “When I ask you a direct question, you may answer me.”
“I slept well enough.”
“I slept well enough, Master . Surely you haven’t forgotten yesterday’s lessons already?”
“No, Master. Not at all, Master.” Jane had to struggle to make her voice sound plausibly sincere.
“Very good, darling Jane. Now, if you would like a bit to eat, come closer and I will feed you.”
As much as she despised the thought of being fed like a dog, Jane wasn’t foolish enough to dismiss an opportunity for sustenance. She must keep up her strength for whatever he might have in mind for her today…and tonight. For she hadn’t forgotten his threat to have his guests assist with her punishment.
She subdued a shiver and ate everything he offered her, finishing up when he allowed her to actually use her hands and drink from a cup of tea.
When the tray was cleared of food, Darkdale set it aside and looked at her. “As much as I would like to partake of your deliciousness this morning, my darling, you are in need of a bit of washing up before our guests arrive, while I…well, I have some business to attend to.”
Jane’s attention perked up and she opened her mouth to speak, then caught herself and snapped it closed. Her intent clearly showed on her face, for Darkdale smiled and petted her affectionately. It was all she could do to keep from ducking away from his condescending touch. “You are wanting to ask me a question, aren’t you, my dear? Perhaps whether my business is related to that of your father’s conviction?”
She nodded, her eyes wide and pleading.
“Unfortunately, today’s business does not take me to the courts or to the offices of the barristers or judges. However, I am confident if you continue to please me as you have done—and be proper and obedient—I will soon have cause to make a call on them.”
Jane wasn’t able to keep her disappointment and frustration from her expression, but to her relief, Darkdale made no comment. Instead, he flung the sheets and bed coverings aside to reveal his bare legs, uncovered torso, and magnificent erection.
Her mouth began to water at the sight of his purple-red cock, its head smooth and proud and ripe. She felt her heart pounding so hard her breasts thudded too, and that telltale moisture began to gather between her legs.
Darkdale didn’t say a word. He merely perched on the edge of the bed, spread his legs, and leaned back on his elbows.
Jane took that as the invitation it clearly was, and scooted into position between his knees. She scooped him up in her hands, gathering his heavy, tight bollocks into her palms and gently fondling them as she scraped her fingernails over the hair growing there. He sighed and shivered, and once again Jane was reminded that she did indeed have at least a modicum of power and influence on the man.
She just had to learn how to wield it to her advantage.
One way to begin was to take his cock in her mouth and
Stephanie Pitcher Fishman