his fist into her dark hair to hold her firm and shoved his penis down her throat, making her milk him dry. But his arms were bound, and the sensation of the little dildo in his ass was frustration beyond all. The thought of putting her under him in a few minutes and fucking her until she was senseless helped him to control himself. That and her promise of a warm garment he might wear whenever he was cold. Sometimes the damp coming off the River Tiber in the winter was almost painful when it worked itself into his bones. Gritting his teeth, he concentrated more on the shameful sensation between his buttocks instead of the delightful sensation of her skillful mouth. Finally she released her hold on him, laughing.
'You are strong, Quinn,' she told him. Standing up, she first withdrew the little dildo from between the cheeks of his ass, and then she released him from his manacles.
He stood tall, towering over her. 'Am I forgiven, mistress?' he asked her softly.
Ashley ran her hand up his broad, smooth chest. 'You are forgiven,' she said. 'Now put everything away, and then you may take me to bed, Quinn.'
He quickly obeyed, and when he turned about he found her already sprawled upon the great bed on its raised dais. He joined her to lie upon his back. Then, lifting her up, he lowered her slowly onto his thick, hard penis, drawing her down, down, down, until she had fully sheathed him.
'You may look at me,' she told him, and his blue eyes locked onto her green ones as she began to ride him.
Reaching up, he took her breasts in his hands, playing with them, kneading them, leaning forward to at first lick, and then suckle the nipples. He smiled as her eyes closed and she moaned softly. 'The mistress is skilled at riding,' he said.
'I learned at an early age from an uncle,' she told him, her eyes still shut.
'And did he possess the weapon I wield for you, mistress?' Quinn asked daringly.
Ashley laughed, and her eyes opened to meet his. 'You are unique in your attributes, Quinn,' she told him. 'Most deliciously unique.'
He wrapped his arms about her and, sitting up, forced her to be still. His mouth closed over hers, his tongue snaking into her mouth to play with her tongue. Her breasts were mashed against his chest, and he actually felt her heart jump when he rolled her over to put her beneath him. 'Wrap your legs about me, mistress,' he growled in her ear. 'You have had a most trying day, I can see, and you need to be well fucked before you sleep tonight. I am your slave, and I am ready to service you.'
'Yesss!' Ashley hissed. She did want to be fucked. Fucked hard, so that all the frustration of the day would melt away. 'Fuck me, Quinn!' she ordered him. 'Service your mistress, and service her well!'
He began to move on her, at first with long, slow strokes of his long, thick penis. He pushed hungrily into her, making her whimper with her need for his hardness. He stopped after a few minutes and let her feel the throbbing from his member as it lay buried within her tight vagina. Her legs were tight about him as she opened herself as wide as she could to his passions. His big body towered over her. He held her arms pinioned over her head.
'Make me come!' she demanded of him.
The rhythm increased until his penis, wet with her juices, was flashing back and forth within her. Reaching out, he began to tease at her clitoris, rubbing and then pinching it. She squealed, and then he felt her hidden walls beginning to contract against his thick peg of flesh. The clitoris beneath the ball of his thumb grew swollen, and then her lust exploded, and she screamed with the torrent of pleasure that began to overwhelm her. When some minutes later she came to herself once more, she was pleased to find he was still hard, and still within her.
'The gods!' she exclaimed. 'You are truly very proficient with that weapon of yours, Quinn.'
'You are pleased with me, mistress?' he asked her softly.
'You have been a good slave,' she said. 'But the night is young yet, and I am still hungry,' Ashley told him. 'You will have to work hard to earn your wool garment.'
'If the mistress is hungry, then the mistress must be satisfied until she is no longer hungry,' Quinn said. Then he began to move on her once again.
If there was one thing Ashley loved about the Channel, it was the tireless men-and her ability to enjoy several orgasms in a single visit. She had five that evening, and awoke the following morning replete and more relaxed than she had been in several weeks. Automatically she closed off the television screen and set the remote aside. Outside of her windows it was already growing light, but a glance at her bedside clock showed it was just five fifteen in the morning. But then, it was June. The birds were already making morning noise in the trees around the house and the ivy climbing up the side of the building. She stretched, and then, rolling over, Ashley went back to sleep.
She awoke to the sound of a knock on her bedchamber door.
'It's eight o'clock, Miss Ashley,' Byrnes's voice said through the door. 'I've set your breakfast out on your terrace.'
'Thank you,' Ashley called out to let the butler know she was awake. Getting up, she ran into her shower and refreshed herself with a quick warm-to-cold rinse. Then, toweling off, she slid on a pair of pale green silk bikini pants, and wrapped a matching silk robe about herself as she moved from her bedroom out into her sitting room and then onto the stone balcony overlooking the sparkling waters of the bay.
Seating herself at the little round cafe table, she gobbled down a bowl of strawberries and cream. The berries had obviously just been picked, as they were still warm with the sun, as last night's fruit had been. The plate beneath the silver dome contained her usual breakfast: one scrambled egg, three strips of bacon, and half of a whole-wheat English muffin with butter. And iced tea, since Ashley occasionally had the odd habit of preferring Crystal Light iced tea to coffee with breakfast. Mrs. B. kept a large container of it in the fridge for her.
Her breakfast finished, she picked up the telephone and called Tiffany Pietro d'Angelo before she left for the office. 'Hey, Tiff! Ashley. Any word for me on Prince Charming?'
Tiffany laughed. 'Ray was out of town taking a deposition in D.C. yesterday. Joe didn't want to discuss it with his assistant. He should be back to the city this morning. How about if I call you when we get something from him?'
'Okay,' Ashley said. She was disappointed. She had hoped for something this morning. 'Tiff, are you sure this is okay?'
'It could be a perfect solution for you, Ashley.'
'But if this guy is normal, how come he isn't already married?' Ashley wanted to know again. It was such a radical idea, an arranged union. 'What if he has two heads?'
'Well, if he does, let's hope they're both handsome and have wicked tongues,' Tiffany said mischievously.
'You are terrible.' Ashley giggled. 'Okay, I'll admit to being nervous. I just wish I knew a little bit more. I mean, if I have to go out on my own again, I better get moving pretty fast. Eighteen months will go like wildfire, Tiff.'
'Look,' Tiffany said, 'it's Thursday. We should have something late today or tomorrow to tell you. Now I gotta run, sweetie. I open the office in the morning. Have a good day.'
Tiffany put the phone down and turned to her husband. 'Joe, first thing, you phone Ray. Ashley is very nervous, and she needs to know something about this guy. And frankly, I'm dying of curiosity too.'
'I'll call him. I'll call him,' her husband said. 'How about I call him now? He'll be commuting, and his cell is always on.'
'He'll be on the subway,' Tiffany protested. 'He won't be able to hear a thing.'
'Subway? Ray Pietro d'Angelo? Not since he was thirty, babe. He has a car service pick him at his apartment every morning.' Joe picked up his own cell and began to dial. 'Ray? Joe. You know that client you were telling us about the other night at dinner?… Yeah, the guy who needs to get married. I've got the same situation with a client… Ashley Kimbrough, owner of Lacy Nothings… Yeah, the gift Tiffany brought Rose came from there. She's pretty, thirty-three, rich, successful, and has to get married by thirty-five or she loses everything to some cockamamie group called the Society Seeking Extraterrestrial Life… Yeah, SSEXL.' Joe listened a few moments, and then he laughed. 'Nah, her grandfather put a clause in the will to satisfy his crazy girlfriend who's into that crap. Now tell me a little more about your client.' He listened for several minutes, finally saying, 'Sounds to me like he'd
