Lovely Deception

by Lillith Payne

  Clarice smiled. “The idea of the hairbrush penetrating you makes you hot, doesn’t it? Or would you rather Jacob spanked you with it?”

  Nina’s body turned hot all over, understanding this woman had a relationship with Jacob, and she could probably guess at their unconventional exploits.

  “God help me, yes.”

  “You’d better get under the covers, Nina, before you catch a chill. I’ll see you in the morning.”

  “Good night, Clarice.”

  “Get some rest. I have a surprise for you later.” Clarice swept from the room, taking Nina’s hairbrush with her.

  She waited to drop her towel until Clarice left, tugging her sleep gown into place and pulling the covers tight to her chin. She lay alone in the dark for long minutes, her fingers rubbing at her pussy with a fury. She came, but it was nowhere near as satisfying as her climaxes with Jacob.

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  Chapter Sixteen

  She should have been embarrassed by her actions, but couldn’t muster the guilt. Nina realized that she had lost a lot of things she’d taken for granted in the past few weeks. She was learning she wasn’t as clumsy as she’d been led to believe, nor was she a simple woman.

  In fact, she had come to accept that she was well informed on many subjects when someone was willing to listen. As for her newfound sex life … well, as long as she wasn’t hurting anybody, there was no real harm. If ever confronted by rumors in the future, she would say there were fabrications from one source or another. Frankly, she no longer cared. Her father was married and could spend the rest of his days pampering his wife. Nina would be long gone.

  Her body skimmed with heat even when she tried to be nonchalant, schooling her features at the breakfast table, trying to put thoughts of Jacob aside. Clarice was a capable woman in her own right. It gave Nina hope she would come into her own one day.

  Already, she was noticing a difference in herself. Nothing she could pinpoint, rather her whole being seemed to glow. It was confidence she accepted with thankfulness and grace, and Clarice was an amazing role model.

  During their afternoon walk in the garden, Clarice confirmed she’d been widowed three years earlier. Without embarrassment, she explained how Jacob arranged for her to meet Tranor Wright. He’d been older, of course, but being married to a well respected lord offered her legitimacy. They’d spent five companionable years together, during which Tranor taught her how to run the manor, which she had inherited upon his death.

  Now, she was a respected middle-aged woman with a title and prosperous farm to oversee. “I much prefer the situation now, although on occasion I choose a companion when I’m attracted,” Clarice said, adding, “or aroused.” She laughed openly at Nina’s surprise. “I make it quite clear to any man I spend time with that he will never become my husband.” She paused, appreciating the cool air around them.

  “When I was a girl I loved Jacob. We’d never be allowed to form a permanent relationship, so we accepted a bond of friendship. I truly value his presence in my life. I trust him, Nina, and I don’t trust men in general.” She gave Nina a resigned look, raising her left shoulder.

  “I’m sorry. Somebody must have hurt you terribly.”

  “Yes, there was a man once, but I learned never to allow any person to make my decisions for me. And now, you, too, have had your eyes opened.”

  “Yes, but I’m not wounded by Wallace’s betrayal, just disappointed at all the wasted time.”

  “Well, from now on, you’ll go into life with your eyes wide open and make decisions that benefit you and your principles.”

  Nina grabbed Clarice in a tight hug for just a moment. “I’m sorry you were hurt, whoever he was.” One side of her wanted to ask, but she didn’t. If only she could find some semblance of grace and calm in her life.

  “It was a long ago, my pet. Wallace opened your eyes. Don’t let any man close them again, no matter what polite society would have you believe. Come, let’s head inside to the solarium. We’ll have hot coffee and rid our bones of this chill.”

  They drank steamy coffee and sampled the sponge cake with preserved peaches, lounging in the sun-warmed, southern-exposed room. With the coffee gone, the cake and peaches disappeared too. Nina felt sated in a way she never knew before, not sexual, but complete with hope for her future.

  “I’ve told Jacob, I’m going to move. I’m sure my father and his wife would prefer I not embarrass them with Mr. Arret’s problems. She quite enjoys their social circle.”

  “You’re old enough and wise enough to take care of yourself.”

  “I have been for a long time. Only I wasn’t allowed to explore, I was promised!” They laughed at the irony of her situation.

  “Unfortunately, pet, we have guests coming for supper, something that was arranged before your arrival. We should rest and change for company.”

  “Of course,” she said, accepting Clarice’s arm around her shoulders as they headed up the stairs, to separate rooms.

  The evening seemed to stretch on forever. Nina tried not to sigh aloud or fidget. Clarice’s guests were her farm manager and his wife. It was a light-hearted affair with tales of storms and blights taking center stage. They seemed like lovely people, and Nina would have enjoyed their company had her mind not been preoccupied with her unfulfilled longing for Jacob.

  When she retired to her room, she sat beside the fire, her mind racing with the possibilities of her future. She had no right to be depressed. Jacob would not be in her future no matter how hard she wished, so she might as well be sensible and start planning her future.

  At well past midnight, there was a light knock on her door, Clarice entering with Nina’s hairbrush in her hand, placing it on the bureau near the door. “Would you like company or prefer to be alone?”

  “Please stay.”

  Clarice took the chair across from Nina studying her carefully. “You’ve been letting your mind wander, to your future perhaps? Or to Jacob making love to you?”

  “Am I that transparent?”

  “I know the signs to look for.”

  “I miss him, physically and emotionally,” she said with a sigh. “I miss him inside me,” she added and suddenly felt guilty. “Please don’t be upset. I’m sorry, that was a stupid thing to say.”

  “But honest. I’m not upset. That’s as it should be for both us. We’re women who like cock.”

  “I doubt many husbands would understand my intense interest, and I can’t imagine being with another man, especially after seeing how Wallace used his lover.”

  “Then he wasn’t the right man for you to marry. Just remember, my pet, everything in moderation. What would you like tomorrow to bring, Nina? Deep inside, what would you like to have happen?”

  “In a perfect world…”

  “Go ahead, just between us.”

  “I know I have to leave you, and that makes me sad, but you’ve taught me so much in such a short time, I’ll always be grateful. I feel a confidence I’d not known before.”

  “It was my pleasure. But you still want Jacob, don’t you?”

  “Yes,” she whispered. “I know it’s not possible, but he’s a memory I’ll always keep dear.”

  “It never hurts to dream, Nina.”

  “He’s not mine to dream about,” Nina told her. “He’ll never be mine.”

  “But if he was for one more night?” she asked again, adding, “My poor pet, you’re in love deep. Just remember to let him be his own man, and he’ll come back to you because you gave him his freedom.”

  “He’ll not come back to me,” Nina said in a resigned voice. They sat before the fire, both lost in their thoughts.

  When the door opened, it took several seconds for Nina to even realize they weren’t alone. A tall, male figure entered the darkened room, closing the door behind him.

  “Ladies, you seem to be forming a friendship.” He strode to the fire, settling several large logs on top of the burning embers before sitting on the ben
ch at the foot of the bed. He dropped one shoe then the other before removing his heavy wool jacket.

  “Jacob,” Nina said, finally allowing herself to believe her eyes. “It really is you.”

  “Good evening,” he said, moving towards them, dropping a light kiss on Clarice’s forehead, then leaning over and kissing Nina on the lips. Before she could calculate what would happen, Clarice stood and turned towards the door. She paused to pick up the hairbrush she’d returned and, with a strange smile, tossed it to Jacob.

  “See you both in the morning,” she said, closing the door quietly behind her.

  Jacob slid the handle of the brush between his fingers several times before tossing it on the bed, surprising Nina. He lifted her to his chest, walked a few paces, and very curtly dropped her on the soft surface, his body following hers and settling between her legs. The thin gown and robe she wore offered no protection against his warmth. She realized he’d be able to feel her heated arousal escaping and attempted to close her legs, but his large fingers held them wide apart. He drew back only long enough to strip off his clothes and reposition himself between her legs, his fingers drawing back the layers of material that covered her.

  “You glisten in the light, Nina. Your pussy is wet. Were you thinking about me?”

  “Yes,” was all she managed as she watched him descend between her thighs. The next sensation was of his mouth sucking on her clit while his fingers separated her folds.

  “Hot and wet,” he said, raising up to kneel closer, taking her legs in his hands and pushing them higher and wider. “I’ve been thinking about your pussy these last days,” he told her, and then he was inside her in one long push.

  “Oh,” she uttered, accepting his cock with full abandon. He fucked her long and slow, occasionally pausing to fondle her breasts and kiss her mouth. She eagerly accepted his attentions, pushed for more, sucking his tongue when offered and pinching his flat nipples as her fingers stroked along his naked skin. With each thrust, she neared the heavenly release he’d taught her.

  “Turn over, Nina. I want to fuck you from behind.” He helped to settle Nina’s hips on a stack of pillows at the side of the bed, pushing her legs wide for his enjoyment. “Nina, do you like my fucking you this way?”

  “Yes,” she admitted with only a bit of embarrassment, considering the position she was now propped in.

  She came with Jacob’s cock deep in her pussy while he described the other things he’d do to her. She dropped onto the pillows trying to get her breath.

  “We’re not done yet,” Jacob said, resuming his motions, making Nina resume hers. While he slowly fucked her, she maneuvered her own hand under her, lightly making circular passes against her clit, her fingers grazing against his cock.

  “You are so wet, Nina.”

  “Yes,” she managed to answer.

  He offered Nina his finger to her mouth and she greedily sucked it deep, disappointed when he pulled it away, only to be slightly surprised and excited when he slipped it in her arse. She shifted to accept his double fucking, relaxing to enjoy the sensations he gave her body, her own hand still making small circles against her own skin.

  His movements turned into an ache she had to satisfy as he repeatedly penetrated her. On one outward pull, he leaned forward and sucked a patch of Nina’s shoulder skin between his lips, sucking the flesh between his teeth and pushing his cock deep inside her anus in one push.

  She froze for several moments, getting accustomed to the new size stretching her, to the burn that turned to instant need.

  “Fuck my arse, Jacob, make me come.”

  “Your wish,” he said, straightening to pound her harder, deeper. As he did, his motions carried through her whole body. “Is this what you daydreamed about, Nina?”

  “Yes, God help me, yes.” She threw her head back settling her hair along her back, using her fingers against her clit with deeper pressure. “Jacob, finger my pussy, fill me completely.”

  He complied, and soon she was lost to the rhythm of by his body, feeling his form tense and jolt several times, his seed making her slick and juicy, his cock taking several long passes with the new moisture to ease his way. Her body clamped down around his fingers and cock, moisture slipping from both her holes as she dropped down on the pillows, a thin layer of sweat over her body.

  Nina all but collapsed, out of breath, with Jacob’s fingers still embedded in her vagina and his cock buried in her butt. He didn’t drop his weight on her, but rather lowered himself over her to complete the union. After several moments, he gently moved from inside her and rolled to the side, taking her with him to lie beside him.

  She finally moved from his body while Jacob tucked his hands behind his head and stretched along the mangled sheets. Filling a glass from the sideboard with brandy, she sipped from it and handed it to Jacob.

  He sipped and handed it back to Nina. The liquid burned down her throat, reminding her of another burn. Settled beside her, he reached to find the hair brush laying aside.

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  Chapter Seventeen

  “So, just what did you do while you were here, Nina?” he asked with a smile, pulling her body against his.

  She was still slick from their earlier loving and his seed eased from her body, making her more aroused as he palmed the brush. “I thought about fucking myself with the handle,” she said, feeling her face and neck burn hot at the memory of Clarice realizing her intentions.

  “Is that why Clarice took it from you, to keep you from fucking yourself?”

  “I don’t know. She picked it up last night. I guess she saw me blush, and she took it with her. I didn’t ask her why. Tonight, she returned it.”

  “I can think of other things to use it for,” he said, letting the wood handle slide along her back until he reached her buttocks, and then used it to paddle her lightly. Nina came from the taps, the idea of what she had done and what he was doing pushing her into an orgasm that made her body shudder.

  “Oh, Nina, what are we going to do?” he asked, apparently not expecting an answer as he lifted her from the bed and carried her to the privy. He laid her on the divan and used a cloth to clean her whole body, everywhere. And everywhere the cloth touched, his lips and fingers followed and started them over at the beginning. Jacob fucked her pussy while she lay on the divan, her legs held high on his shoulders, his fingers pinching her cheeks to remind her of the hairbrush.

  Nina finally drifted off to sleep in the tussled bed with Jacob’s arms holding her tight to him, secure in his arms.

  Long before daylight, their bedroom door opened, awakening them both. Clarice entered with a small coffee tray and placed it on the table beside the bed. This morning, she wore a long dressing gown in soft red.

  “Did you two get some sleep?” She poured the brew into the cup and handed it to Jacob. He sipped from it and passed it to Nina, who took a few sips of the hot liquid. “Breakfast will be in an hour,” she said, then departed, pausing only to toss the hairbrush onto the bed as she passed the bureau where Jacob had put it last night after cleansing Nina and the handle.

  Nina stirred against Jacob’s chest, and her hand dropped down to find his cock hard. She shifted downward, resting her head on his thigh as she pumped his shaft before swallowing him deep between her lips. She felt him shift and used her hands on his hips to hold him in place, her teeth making sure he obeyed. His hand came around her waist and pulled her lower body upward.

  Without warning, he pushed the wooden handle into her wet pussy several times, making her squirm against it in a heated need. Just when she was nearing her peak, they heard movement in the hallway. They both paused only a moment before she renewed her efforts to make him release his seed to her, and he in turn fucked her pussy harder with the wooden handle, his other hand spanking her already tender buttocks.

  She pulled from his cock to glance at him, only to see a lazy grin on his lips as he continued. She swallowed him deep, using her finger to rub agains
t his anus, and he came deep down her throat. Penetrating him hadn’t come to mind before, but now she wondered.

  He pulled the brush free and pinched her red cheeks between his fingers before gently sliding her to the side.

  “Breakfast,” he said, leaving her to stretch as he began gathering up his clothing.

  “Are you going to tell me?” she asked, pushing her hair from her face, her hand rubbing her buttocks.

  “Tell you what?” he teased.

  “Why you’re here, of course. I figured when you sent me away, I’d never see you again.”

  “I had plans to see to and wanted to make sure you were safe.”

  Nina hesitated to bring up the subject but decided it would be better to know for sure than to wonder. She left the bed, taking her robe with her to the dressing room then returning to the open door way, still naked.

  “It was Wallace, wasn’t it?”

  “Yes. Arrangements are being made.”

  “I’m sorry. It seems we’ve ruined your life lately.”

  “He did, yes. You, my dear, were an added bonus of the nicest kind.”

  “Thank you. We should dress, or we’ll be late.” She turned back to the solitude of the dressing room, reminding herself she’d not see Jacob in her bed every morning. Combing out her hair, she noticed him standing in the doorway.

  “I agree, but only because I don’t want Arret on your mind when I fuck you.” He held a straight face for a few seconds before smiling. Nina laughed, and their mood lightened. They dressed around each other with ease, Jacob lacing her into her corsets with an occasional tap to her butt.

  The meal went quickly with laughter and tall tales of young childhood. Afraid to ask what their plans were, Nina was taken aback when it became apparent they were leaving Clarice for Dartmoor.

  Nina had never known such loss as when they left Wright farms. In such a short time, she’d formed a bond with Clarice, one she would cherish. She sat tucked close to Jacob’s body, his arm around her shoulder and her head resting on his chest. They talked about the weather, horses, and where they’d stop for tea, but they didn’t speak of her future.