Free Taming Maria by Rhea Silva

into Maria's virgin
hole almost tipped him over the edge. He slowed down, avoiding the
helm, but keeping up a slow, steady frottage on the dark-skinned,
vein-knotted stem, careful not to slide his foreskin up and over
that all too sensitive head. Pre-come was dribbling from the single
eye. Passion began to take over, the urge to ejaculate
uncontrollable. Nothing mattered but that divine sensation when he
spurted. He was a heartbeat away, no more, when the rush suddenly
slowed as he saw the man standing talking with Maria.
    His spunk
retreated, his balls slackened and his penis drooped. 'Charles
Bradbury! Damn him!' Damien growled. 'That bloody upstart! How dare
he approach her! Jesus Christ, I'll call him out!'
     
    'It is
exceedingly hot in here,' Maria remarked, stirring the air with her
fan and wondering how Tranter was getting on.
    By now couples
were dancing, a colourful collection going through the steps of
minuet and gavotte that they had learned in childhood, when they
were being prepared to take part in events like this. Her toes
tapped but she did not want to dance with anyone except Damien, and
he was still absent. Charles smiled at her and said, 'Shall we take
a stroll in the conservatory? I promise you that I'm not such a bad
fellow, and respectful of maidenly virtue.'
    Maria could
not be sure if he was mocking her but, bored and restless,
permitted him to escort her. Sarah should have followed, but she
was nowhere to be seen, probably in some secluded nook with the
flunkey, getting up to all sorts of ribaldry. 'I wish I was a
commoner.' The words popped out of Maria's mouth without
thought.
    'And why,
pray, is that?' Charles stood back, so that she might precede him
into the luscious tropical area.
    'They have so
much more fun than we do. What with finishing school when we were
ordered around by dames and then residing with relatives who expect
us to be as chaste as nuns. We have no freedom and it is driving me
insane.'
    They paused by
a pool where a pair of swans floated majestically, stirring the
water-lilies. The fronds of palms imported from the East brushed
the glass cupola, and exotic perfume breathed out from white
flowers with orange stamens reminiscent of phalli. Others trailed
from baskets or occupied jardinières - - vines, orchids and other
plants imported from hot climates.
    Maria and
Charles were not the only ones seeking seclusion. Couples lingered
in the shadows, or leaned against stone balustrades or sat entwined
on benches. There were no chaperones, which indicated that the
women were either married, widows or, like Maria, downright
disobedient. Charles stood with her, gazing into the darkness that
stretched away into the distance. She was lost for words, wondering
why she had put herself in this position. It was indiscreet to say
the least. He moved and she jumped nervously. All he did was draw a
sliver snuff-box from a pocket, open it, take a pinch, balanced a
tiny dune at the base of his thumb and lift it to each nostril in
turn, sniffing appreciatively.
    'I saw you
race,' he said, replacing the box.
    'You did?'
    'I put money
on the outcome, backing Damien.'
    'You had no
faith in a woman winning. That was short-sighted of you.' This
annoyed her and she wanted to go back to the saloon.
    'I shan't make
that mistake again. You were superb. Did you know you were
challenging your guardian?'
    'I had never
met him before.'
    'Strange. Had
he not taken an interest in you?' Charles slanted her a glance, and
she was very aware of his shoulder touching hers, velvet against
bare skin.
    'Lady Arabella
tells me he is away a lot. She was the one who had cared for me,
sending me to school and letting me visit her sometimes.'
    'You are an
heiress?'
    'So I'm told.
I would like to go home to Burrington Manor and take command, but
they say I must wait until I'm twenty-one or find a husband to
manage my estate. I don't want to do this. I'd like to marry for
love, not because it is convenient.'
    'Hmm, this
only