Free Enamored: The Submissive Mistress (Special Double-Length Episode) (The Erotic Adventures of Jane in the Jungle) by Colette Gale Page B

slide down, all the way down, until he bumped the back of her throat. His velvety length was heavy and hot, and its girth stretched her mouth and jaw as she worked up and down, slowly and deliberately.
    Her saliva coated him, allowing her to move faster and with the same slickness he enjoyed from her quim, which was becoming hot and wet all on its own. The wetness from her mouth dripped and pooled at the base of his rod, where she fondled his stones. Jane curled her fingers tightly around the bottom of his cock, stacking her fists on top of each other beneath her lips, and used all three to stroke, faster and faster. She sucked and pumped, her hands tight and slick, her mouth sliding along in rhythm with them until he gave a sharp groan. Darkdale arched up abruptly as he shot a hot wad into her mouth.
    When she was certain he’d finished, she licked him clean and sat back on her haunches. Her lips were puffy and throbbing, and her nipples were tight and thrusting with readiness. Her own juices dampened her inner thighs, and her sex pulsed softly…waiting.
    Darkdale rose from the bed, patted her head, and reached to ring a bell. Despite her best intentions, Jane couldn’t keep her attention from following him. She wanted him to touch her, to penetrate her, to taste and lick and suck her into the same frenzy she’d just done to him.
    But she was bound to be disappointed.
    The bedchamber door opened and Trevor entered. Behind him was an elegant blond woman. She appeared to be in her late forties, and her hairstyle matched her stylish and expensive clothing. She looked like a wealthy woman of the gentry making a social call—a woman who’d just dismounted from her mare, if one were to judge by the riding crop in her hand.
    “Good morning, Kellan.”
    “And good morning to you. You’re prompt as always, Marcine.”
    “Naturally. And you must be Jane,” said the woman, reaching to take her by the chin. Her grip was hard and cruel, and even though she wore gloves, her nails dug into Jane’s skin. “You are a lovely one, I’ll grant that. She appears an excellent choice, Kellan,” she added, sounding dubious as she released Jane’s chin.
    “There is work to be done, to be sure.” Darkdale stood passively as Trevor buttoned up the shirt he’d just donned. “I trust you’ll do your part.”
    “It will be my pleasure.” She transferred her attention back to Jane. “Come with me.”
    She made move to rise, but Marcine reacted immediately, and the riding crop snaked out. Its slender tail whipped sharply into the side of Jane’s hip, and she reared back in shock and pain.
    “Have you not taught her even the barest of humility, Kellan?” she exclaimed, then struck out again with the crop. This time it striped down her arm, and Jane couldn’t mask a whimper of pain. “Who gave you leave to rise?”
    Jane bowed her head, fighting tears and the sharp stinging on her skin.
    “She is a clever one, and more than a bit stubborn,” Darkdale commented as Trevor tied his neckcloth. “My darling Jane has already been punished several times since our arrival—which, I might remind you, Marcine, was only yesterday.”
    The woman made an exasperated sound. “Well, the more clever and stubborn ones usually turn out to be the most worthwhile. Still, I have no patience for impudence, girl. You had best mind your manners when you’re with me. The last thing I wish to do is mar that beautiful skin of yours—but make no mistake. I have forms of punishment that will leave no marks. Now come with me. I expect utter obedience and obeisance.” With an angry huff, Marcine swished out of the bedchamber, leaving Jane to keep up with her fast pace.
    She glanced at Darkdale as she left the chamber, but he seemed to be paying no attention to her…and for some reason, that made her even more apprehensive.
    Jane scurried down the corridor in Marcine’s wake, trying to ignore the discomfort of her knees traveling over a variety of