dreamed… to find myself like this, so shamelessly unclothed, beside you whom I so detested.”
“And do you still?” I pursued as I moved closer to her. “Finish your wine before you answer.”
She did so, and I took the glass from her and set it down on the little tabouret near the couch, along with my own empty glass, and put my arm around her waist. She shivered violently and tried to move a little away from me.
“Do you still?” I repeated.
“I-I don’t know what to think, either of myself or of you, sir,” was her faltered answer.
“But you will admit that, just now, what I did to you was not so displeasing and that you did experience some pleasure from it?”
“Oh, please, I dare not think of such things… I am your prisoner and your victim, I am helpless and I cannot resist you longer, I know. Please, sir, do not shame me further by talking to me this way, I beg of you!” the black- haired young woman stammered.
“Very well, then we shall not talk, for I am disposed to action. Look down there,” I ordered as I took one of her slim hands and drew it toward my sinewy thigh. She gasped and blinked her eyes, shrinking a back a little, for she had just gazed upon my boldly swollen prick.
“It is you who have put me into this state, Marion, and it is you who must now alleviate my pangs,” I added smilingly.
“Oh, will you not be content with what you have had from me now? Is that not a sign that I am contrite for what I did to you?” she implored.
I pondered a moment. Now I had compelled Alice under the lash to submit to bottomfucking, but I very much doubted I could bring Marion to voluntary submission to this demanding ritual. Possibly I could ultimately train her to frig me sweetly before the conclusion of this afternoon, but I also doubted that she would of her own accord salute my prick with her sweet lips and tongue. Of course, after the interlude with Lady Betty Bashe and her daughter Molly, Alice had sucked and tongued me, as had her lovely maid Fanny and the lovely young widow Connie. But to expect so salacious and intimate a procedure from the so-recently embattled brunette beside me during the course of a single afternoon-even granting I had already altered her concepts of fucking and loveplay to an incredible extent-would be much too greedy. I was content to pursue the rehabilitation of Marion at a leisurely gait, for only a greedy glutton seeks to eat up all the tidbits at a single repast. And the prospect of having more delightful games to play with her and things to teach her in the future was certainly an enticing one.
So, tightening my arm about her bare waist and moving until my naked thigh pressed firmly against hers, I whispered, “But if I were to let you go now, Marion, you would never really know my feelings toward you. You would not conceive their true sincerity. I wish you to believe this, for it is the truth. And as for yourself, you have not yet answered my question. Did you not, there at the last when I was kneeling before you, find greater pleasure than your husband had ever given you?”
“Oh, please-I don’t dare speak of such a thing. Please be satisfied, sir, and don’t press me.”
“You must call me Jack now, for we are soon to be related by marriage,” I chuckled, as I took one of her hands and held it in mine, my eyes feasting on the turbulent rise and fall of her splendid bubbies. “But I do insist on an answer, or I am very much afraid I shall have to treat you to another taste of the whip on your lovely bottom. And this time, Marion, I shall tie you down over that piano stool, which will project the cheeks of your naughty behind upward in a most tight and inviting way, to make the whip bite much more cruelly than you felt it before.”
“Oh, no-I couldn’t bear any more. Please, no! Oh, J-Jack, how can you be so heartless toward me?” and she turned her beautiful dark blue eyes to me, filled with tears. She was absolutely devastating in this new penitent and submissively fearful mood!
“The fact of the matter is, my dear Marion,” I replied, “that your marriage failed because you were mated to an incompetent oaf who did not realize what a sensitive, charming and utterly desirable girl you are.” At this she shivered a little and stared wonderingly at me. Once again I had found a key to her personality: for all she referred to herself as “Alice’s strict aunt” there could be no doubt that she was susceptible to flattery and that she had a vain streak in her makeup.
Pressing my advantage, therefore, I resumed: “That is undoubtedly why you were unhappy with him. That is also why, as moreover you yourself plainly intimated a little while ago, you had such a low opinion of me, and you lumped me with this intolerable and dull-witted boor. Now, you asked me just a moment ago what methods I had used to seduce your sister. Well, I will tell you this: she is now unshakably my sweetheart because I knew how to plumb her emotional depths and to bring her to the happiness which she did not realize was latent within her own lovely body. That can be done only by a man who has both appreciation and consideration for a woman whom he possesses. And I thus promise you that I believe I can change your contemptuous opinion of men if you will surrender yourself and let me take the initiative I know best how to take.”
“You-you mean you want to h-have me again?” she whispered as her blushes deepened furiously this time.
“I do indeed. Was it so horrible then for you, just after your whipping?” again I demanded.
I felt her shivering against the circle of my left arm. She bowed her head and finally, after a long moment, slowly shook it.
“There, you see, Marion,” I exulted, “because what I did was not out of selfishness at all, but solely to convince you that you were capable of the deepest and most loving emotions a passionate woman can have. And since I have thus allayed your fears of how a man can act when he has imagination, do you now submit yourself so that together we may both achieve pleasure from this afternoon’s engagement.”
“If-if only it wasn’t so w-wanton, J-Jack,” she quavered. “If it were at night and the lights out and we couldn’t see each other-”
“But that would be to deny the feast of love which is provided as surely through the eyes as through the rest of our bodies, Marion,” I smilingly explained. “And now, enough of talk. You have said you will submit yourself, and I now call upon you to redeem that pledge. You have my word that I will not hurt you if you so surrender.”
Her little nod was again one of resignation, followed by a deep sigh of almost melancholic proportions. I rose, then gently cupped her panting bubbies and gently forced her down upon her back. The couch was amply wide and long, and as she lay cushioned there upon it, clad in only those black silk hose and the flouncy rosettes, I stood for an idyllic moment contemplating her delicious charms, while she put a hand over her face in the most charmingly childlike of gestures.
“Now, Marion, I am going to make love to you in such a way that when we come together, you will be eager for me as well as ready,” I told her.
With this, I knelt down and, almost reverently cupping her right bubbie with both my hands, began to kiss it gently and slowly, covering the luscious pear-shaped globe with tender, grazing little kisses, but at first avoiding the aureole and nipple. Marion’s free hand lay at her side, as she continued to cover her eyes with the other, and I glanced quickly down at her legs and noticed that her dainty toes were curling and twisting, a sign that she was torn between anxiety and enervation. The cantharides would be my ally now, I knew. Already her nipples were darker and more turgid than when I had first stripped her and reveled in the first view of her delectable nudity.
“Do you find this distressing?” I murmured, as I brushed my lips just over the dark coral lovebud.
“N-no. Ohh-ohh, n-no!” she breathed.
I now took the nipple between my tips and delicately sucked it. Marion uttered a strangled gasp and suddenly put her hand against my forehead, as if to shove me away, so I sternly commanded, “You are not to interfere or to forbid me anything now, on pain of a good sound whipping over the piano stool, my girl,” and then I took her nipple between my lips and this time slowly ran my tongue over the crinkly bud.
Marion squirmed on the couch, and now her hand resumed its place over her eyes, while she turned her head towards the back of the couch so as to hide from me. Her free hand was now clenched, the nails dug into her dainty palm, as no doubt she tried to steel herself against all these new sensations which, although she had been a married woman for three years, she had never tasted until this very afternoon.
Continuing to cup her bubbie with my left hand, I now moved my right down over her belly, caressing it in a most soothing manner. Her thighs were still clenched, and nervous spasms made the muscles flex exquisitely under the warm, olive skin, quite visible through the fine gauge of her black silk stockings. As my right hand lowered down to the abdomen where her black silky love-hairs began to flourish, she uttered a gasp and again her free hand clutched at mine.
“Do that again,” I told her,” and over the stool you go, Marion, and you will have at least twenty cuts over your
