Free Purebred by Georgia Fox Page B

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confidant." She reached over the edge of the tub and stroked the
maid's soft hair. "You and I have shared much that he and I have
not. Ours is a special bond too. A different bond."
    Finally Jeanne looked up again, her
eyes still damp. She sniffed. "Sometimes I just wish it was only us
still. You and I. As it's always been."
    "But things change, Jeanne. It does
not mean I value you or your loyalty any less, just because
I...I..."
    "You love him."
    She cringed and quickly took her hand
back. "No."
    Jeanne pursed her lips.
    "It is not love," Isobel muttered.
"'Tis just a fancy. Lust. The excitement of something
new."
    The maid shook her head slowly and
said solemnly, "'Tis love, my lady. I'm sorry to say it, but you
are in love with the devil known as Blackheart." She sighed heftily
again and clambered to her feet. "Good thing you've got me to put
the pieces back together again when the worthless good-for-naught
bastard has gone away."
    Bemused, Isobel looked down at her
hands in the milky water. She was in love?
    She was in love.
    Just like that.
     
    * * * *
     
    He laid his hand on her belly, his
fingers spread wide. It did not feel as flat as usual, but her body
could merely be preparing for her monthly courses.
    She was looking up at him from the
bed, and he knew she fought to keep her lips from smiling. The
green of her eyes was startling this evening, brilliant as emeralds
in a king's crown. Neptune's crown perhaps, he thought.
    Alonso settled between her thighs and
lapped at her pouty sex. Hmm, herbs and lavender. She always tasted
sweet on his tongue, but tonight more so than ever.
    "How many times must I tell you her
pleasure matters not, d'Anzeray," the Baron exclaimed wearily from
his chair. Tonight he was sprawled in it, half asleep apparently.
His eyelids drooped worse than usual and although he continually
propped his head up on the knuckles of one hand, it kept lolling
forward as if he might suddenly fall out of the chair. "You can't
possibly enjoy eating her cunt as much as that. Get on with the
business at hand. There is no need for the woman to
climax."
    So he knelt up and held his cock to
her entrance. He was already erect, fluid leaking from his crest,
the taste of her pussy having aroused him quickly. But the Baron
was still dissatisfied.
    "Why can't you use the belt on her
again as you did before? She needs it. I want to hear her cry out
again. I fear she's liking it too much. Turn the bitch
over."
    Before he could do anything, Isobel
rolled over onto her belly, presenting her bottom for a
spanking.
    Slouching in his chair, the Baron
yawned loudly. "Punish her, d'Anzeray, for being a haughty little
slattern. I want to see plentiful red marks on her skin before you
fuck her tonight."
    Alonso didn't even need to slide a
bolster under her hips for she lifted her arse for him and if his
eyes did not deceive she'd just wriggled it slightly, taunting
him.
    He cupped his balls and squeezed. Had
to try to hold off or he might come before he got inside her and
the Baron would not appreciate that waste at all.
    "I see you need a spanking, Lady
Isobel," he growled.
    She parted her legs even wider and
arched her back.
    Damn he wanted that arse. He'd
fingered it, tongued it, even used the end of a candle in it — at
her husband's urging — while he fucked her pussy, but he'd never
yet put his cock up her anus. That, of course, would be another
waste of semen in the mind of his employer.
    He began to spank her arse cheeks hard
with his flat hand. Behind him, the Baron laughed croakily,
drowsily. Alonso could see the moisture between her labia. She
liked this, but her husband apparently had no idea of his wife's
sexual needs so he would not know that spanking, rather than
punishment, was just further arousal for Isobel. Alonso pinched her
arse and that made her yelp.
    No comment from the Baron.
    He spanked her again and her bottom
bounced under his hand. The skin was getting warm. He heard her
panting, saw the