Total pages in book: 124
Estimated words: 113717 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 569(@200wpm)___ 455(@250wpm)___ 379(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 113717 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 569(@200wpm)___ 455(@250wpm)___ 379(@300wpm)
Chapter 12
They were at it for hours, assuming different poses each one involving him having his hands on her in some way or another.
The last straw was when he sat on the horse behind her with his arms wrapped tightly around her middle just under her breast, and his face in her neck as if kissing her there.
Throughout she’d been sending me furtive glances, none of them bearing fear but a slight unease at me seeing her in these compromising positions. Again it was just her natural inhibitions at play.
But she should’ve been very afraid. It’s her job Callan. I warned myself even as they called a halt for the day; but nothing would assuage the deep fury that burned in my blood just beneath the surface.
“We’re in a bit of a rush can she bring this back tomorrow?” The photographer, knowing exactly who I was didn’t make any bones about me taking her out of there in the costume as I took her hand in mine and pulled her towards the exit.
She turned to wave at the others as they called out their goodbyes but I didn’t stop, instead I pulled her along even harder.
My face was a hard mask as we got into the back of the waiting car. She looked at me out the side of her eye as we drove the short distance through the streets to home, but I didn’t turn to her. I was afraid of what I would do if I did.
As soon as we cleared the door to the apartment I pulled her along to my room. She hadn’t been in there before and I’m sure she wondered at my taking her there now. “Did you have fun today little Kitten?”
I growled the question in her ear as I stood her in front of the floor-length dressing mirror.
Looking over her shoulder into the mirror, I started at the bottom and opened the first button. She stood stock still as my fingers worked to release them one after the other.
I was working out of sync here, this hadn’t been part of my plan, but I had to erase the memory of his hands all over her body from my mind, had to wipe it out of hers.
Her breasts were even more spectacular in the cream silk under the jacket, as it seemed they’d gone all the way and dressed her in a corset of the same period as the riding habit.
One of those hot numbers that cinched the waist and pushed her tits together to form a deep cleavage.
Pulling the tie at the top of her blouse, I pulled the folds back, revealing the skin of her neck and throat.
“Tell me; did you like having his hands on you?” the question came out a little forceful and a lot accusatory. If she’d had any doubts before she knew now that I was one pissed off male.
“I…” Her eyes widened on mine in the mirror as she fumbled, her fingers coming up to her throat. I kept my eyes on hers as I let my hands fall to her thighs where the heavy material of her skirt covered her.
Slowly, with unhurried movements I dragged the skirt up her thighs. I could feel her breath through my chest as it hitched and sped up. Her skin was taking on that pink hue of a blush and I felt the heat of it through my shirt.
When I had the skirt pulled up to just below her hips, exposing the short boots and hosiery that stopped at the top her thighs, my cock jumped.
“Hold it.” She didn’t question me as I pushed the gathered material into her hands, freeing mine to do as I pleased.
I let my fingers play on the skin just above the old fashion woolen thigh high stockings, and when my thumb came in contact with the garter belt I drew in my breath.
Pushing the skirt even higher so my eyes could feast, I took in her wanton image in the mirror. I used my hands to spread her legs wider as I stood behind her looking down.
“ Open your eyes Kitten; watch us.” I forced her to keep her eyes opened, knowing that this was one of her hang-ups.
She had shared with me on one of my fishing expeditions, that she was shy when it came to showing her body, for the hell she’d put me through today, this would be her first lesson.
When I was sure I had her attention, I teasingly ran my fingers over her thighs, under the garters and back down to the tops of her stockings.
I kept my eyes on hers as I let my hand glide up higher until I was touching the springy hair of her cunt through her panties.
She moaned and her body sagged a little at the contact as she looked down at my hands. She trembled a little and bit her lip unsure as to what she should do, still her eyes stayed glued to what I was doing.