“I shall, my lord,” Jillian replied with a bow then turned to find someone else to speak with.
My feet protested as my gown became heavier by the moment. “When might it be acceptable to leave?”
“Are you ready to leave, my dove?”
“Well, my feet are killing me, and this dress weighs a hundred pounds. I actually need to pee, but I am afraid I will never make it through all the layers of skirts, hoops, and whatever else is propping out the bottom of my dress. My face hurts from smiling so my jaw may be locked, and I’m pretty sure the undergarments that I have on are rubbing a sore on my left boob,” I whispered.
Ashton let out a low laugh. “Ah … my dove, you do have such an expressive way of communicating with me.”
“We can stay. I don’t wish to do anything we shouldn’t by leaving too early.”
“My dove, we shall go. The ball is almost to an end; therefore, no one shall miss us.”
“So then if it is okay, I vote to go.”
Ashton let out another low laugh as a Franz Schubert’s Sonata in A minor came to an end, rolling out chords peacefully from the striking rosewood Viennese baby grand that was positioned to left of the string orchestra.
“My dove,” Ashton said as he led me out into a vast foyer. “I shall gather your wrap. Will you feel comfortable waiting here while I go?”
People were coming in and going out of the ballroom. I noticed Ashton’s father standing with a group of men talking. “I will be fine, Ashton.”
“I shall return soon,” he assured.
I walked forward, moving myself so my back was facing a wall. I felt more exposed, vulnerable, standing where Ashton had left me. Women in fabulous flowing gowns of black, white, red, and gold entered what I assumed was the powder room just beyond an exquisite marbled column. I wondered at their abilities to use the toilet wearing such dresses. My attention went back to the group of men Ashton’s father was speaking with. They too had shifted their position. They were closer to me, their backs turned.
As I observed the flow of beautiful people, I noticed a bench. It looked so inviting. I wondered if it would be tacky to sit down then I decided I would have a hard time sitting down. The ride to the castle was almost excruciating with the boning of the dress digging into my sides, making it hard to breathe properly.
“Archer,” I heard. I turned my head to see that same group of men with Ashton’s father standing in the middle of their circle. “I must say, I am impressed with your boy. He has excellent taste in wine, horses, and women.”
“I must concur,” another voice said. “Wherever did he find such a tempting little treat?”
“I have yet to gain a clear understanding of where he found her…” This was the Duke’s booming voice. I recognized it. “But she does make a man consider his cock, does she not?” he said with a belly laugh. The other men joined in the laughter.
I didn’t want to hear anymore. Ashton’s father was crass, crude, and lewd, and I did not want to dislike him.
“My dove, your wrap,” Ashton said. He placed it around my shoulders then held out his arm. “Shall we?”
I smiled, pushing back my thoughts about his father. “Yes, my lord.”
Ashton stopped at the group of men I was trying to ignore. “Father,” he said, “Lady Trinity and I shall say our good evenings.”
“Very well, son,” Lord Archer said giving Ashton a clap on the back.
“Good even then father. My Lords,” Ashton replied.
“Good evening, your grace. My Lords,” I said, bowing my head for what I hoped was the last time tonight.
Ashton and I turned, heading for the doors. We had taken two steps when someone decided they could not hold their tongue.
“Damned if I would not call it an evening as well. Yank or no yank. She is indeed a succulent little peach who looks as if she is in need of a good buggering. It is always those pretty little innocent looking peaches that moan the loudest as you bugger them.”
A mixture of laughter rang out.
Ashton froze. He stopped dead in our tracks.
“Ashton, please. Let’s just go,” I said.
“Trinity, stay here,” he instructed. He looked as though he was going to tear apart whoever made the comment. “Balistrade,” Ashton said calmly. “I am aware of the company in which you keep therefore I understand you have not been within the presence of a lady in quite some time, however take heed. While you are within my presence, and within the presence of my lady Trinity, you shall hold your serpent tongue or I shall cut it from your mouth and stake the offending flesh to the wall.” Ashton turned his fiery gaze to his father. “Your Grace,” he said curtly. “I hope you explain to your cronies just how bloody serious I am.”
“Ashton,” Lord Archer said in a tone of disapproval.
“Good evening, father,” Ashton said, cutting his father with his back as he turned. He gave me his arm. “Shall we, my lady?”
“Yes, my lord.”
“Wellington,” Ashton said as we approached the limo, “you shall not be required to return. The Duke and Duchess shall be extending their stay in London this evening.”
Wellington bowed. “Very well, my lord.”
Once we were inside the car I took a breath. “Ashton, you should not have done that. It doesn’t matter what they say about me.”
Ashton’s eyes flashed. “No one will treat you with such disrespect nor shall you ever expect it.”
“But—” I was stopped with a kiss.
“No more talk of such vile things, my dove. I have you all to myself this evening. Let us not reflect upon anything other than us tonight.”
“Okay,” I said.
“Now, give me your feet.”
“My feet?”
“Yes. They are hurting you; therefore, it is my wish to rub them.”
I giggled. “I’m not sure I can find my feet under all this dress.”
“Nonsense,” he said with a wicked grin. He lifted me up, adjusting me into the seat across from him. He bent down, lifting skirt, after skirt. “I believe I found your foot.” He smiled triumphantly and placed it upon his knee. Ashton removed my shoe. I moaned as he squeezed the heel of my foot then the ball of my foot within his hand. “My poor dove,” he said in a remorseful tone, “you are going to have blisters. I shall have to carry you tonight.”
“You may get winded carrying me up all those stairs. My dress weighs a hundred pounds.”
“My dove, you weigh but a pittance. I assure you, I shall not become winded from carrying you.”
“Then, may I suggest another way in which you may become winded tonight?”
“Trinity,” he said in his low hungry tone, “are you suggesting we start a scandal?”
I batted my lashes at him. “I believe I promised you something.”
“What did you promise?”
“That you could do anything you wanted to my bum and my bare flower.”
Ashton’s wicked grin reappeared. “You did promise such. Am I to collect?”
“Yes.”
“Bloody hell,” he muttered. “You are not teasing me, are you?”
“No.”
“Good,” he said. “Because I have every intention of holding you to your promise with my cock.” Then Ashton picked up my foot and kissed my toes. “And perhaps I shall also hold you to your promise with my tongue.”
“Good,” I replied. “Because my flower has missed your cock and your tongue, my lord.”
Chapter Twelve
Ashton carried me into the Archer estate with my shoes dangling out of his right hand and mounds of snow white skirt enveloping him. My nails were digging into the nape of his neck, because it was hard to breathe due to the boning of my dress pressing into my ribs.
“My dove, you are laboring to breathe. Are you all right?”
“It’s this dress,” I said.
“My Lord,” Emilie greeted.
“Good evening, Emilie,” Ashton replied. “Will you infor
m the staff the Duke and Duchess shall be staying in London tonight, therefore the staff need not expect their imminent return? Everyone should retire for the evening.”
Emilie curtsied. “As you wish, my lord. However, Lady Archer instructed me to assist Lady Trinity with her gown upon her return.”
“Lady Trinity is experiencing pain in her feet so I shall carry her to her sleeping quarters. You may assist with the dress upon my leave.”
“Very well, my lord,” Emilie replied.
Ashton took the stairs quickly. Within moments we were inside of my room. He carefully placed me upon my bare feet, leaned in, and placed a kiss to my forehead.
“Good evening, my lady. Sleep well.” He kissed my cheek and whispered into my ear, “Come to me.”
I smiled.
“Good evening to you too, my lord. I wish you to sleep as well as I.”
“Emilie,” Ashton said as he turned, “once you have assisted Lady Trinity, you may retire for the evening as well.”
“Yes, my lord. Thank you.”
****
Silence finally descended on the household. The only sound I heard was the tick, tick, tick of the mantel clock, then it chimed the call of midnight. I donned my blood red kimono, but underneath I was bare except for the garters along with the silk stockings that Ashton had found appealing. I patted down the dim lit hallway to Ashton’s door. Softly tapped. The door swung open. I was pulled inside, into Ashton’s hold, where his mouth found mine. He speared me with his hungry tongue. When he pulled back from my mouth he smiled, his wicked smile.
“What took you such length in time? I was ready to come for you myself,” he said.
“That damn dress took forever to get out of. Then I had to put on something special.”
“All I need is you; you need not put on anything.”
“Well, if I were to get caught sneaking through the hallways at night I should probably have put on something or I would cause a scandal.” I giggled. “Lady Trinity caught in the buff.”
Ashton chuckled. “Indeed.” He eyed me. “You look lovely.”
“You must stand still,” I instructed.
“Why? I care to hold you.”
“I have a surprise for you, my lord.”
“A surprise?” he asked in a playful tone.
“Yes, but you must stand still.”
Ashton stood with his arms at his side.
“Very good,” I replied. “Now, I wish to play a game.”
Ashton’s eyes blazed.
“What kind of game, my dove?”
“I wish.”
“I wish?” he asked.
“Yes. I wish for you to remove your night shirt.”
“Ah…” he murmured. He slowly unbuttoned his shirt then shrugged it from his strong shoulders.
“Gorgeous,” I said. “Your body pleases me very much. I wish to see more. Now the bottoms.”
“I shall need to move,” he said with a white toothy grin that fully encompassed sin.
“Yes,” I said lifting my chin. “I wish you to.”
Ashton moved forward two steps, allowing room to maneuver since the divan was behind him. He loosened the drawstring.
“Slowly,” I said. “I wish for you to remove them slowly.”
Ashton’s fingers dipped into the top of his waistband. He tugged. Slipped the cotton bottoms from his legs then stepped out of them. Desire for him raged at seeing him stand before me without a stitch of clothing upon his person. His cock was hard for me.
I walked toward him, circling his body, eying him from every angle. “You are exquisite. The perfection of man made into flesh,” I said. “It gives me pleasure to look upon you.”
My fingertip outlined his collarbone, over his shoulder, and down his left bicep. I circled his body, permitting my eyes to follow the line I was making on his skin with my finger. I painted him with my touch. Slid down his spine. Spiraled around his waist. Etched my name across his chest. My finger became a flaming quill.
“My tongue delights when touching your skin,” I said. I placed my tongue to his right nipple. It was hard. I flicked it. Licked between his pectorals. Slathered wet kisses across the top row of his abdominal muscles. “I wish to count your muscles with my tongue.” Ashton groaned. I ran my tongue along the line of his six pack, counting, “One.” I lapped at his skin then pressed a kiss there. “Two,” I murmured, licking, sucking, nibbling. A twisting tendril of my hair brushed against his cock. “Three.” His stomach muscles flexed and jerked, and when I arrived at six, my mouth moved to the tender spot he liked to feel my teeth upon. The spot between his groan and his hip. I licked and kissed him. Enjoying every moment of touching him.
“Sweet Jesus,” he muttered.
I went to my knees. Kissed each of his thighs. “I love the feel of your body. And your cock. It is magnificent.” I placed a warm kiss to the tip of him. His cock bobbed. “I wish to taste you.”
Mimicking how Ashton takes me with his tongue from slit to clit, I extended my tongue and licked him from his perineum up between his male sack, followed the line up his hard shaft then rested my tongue upon his broad head.
“Bloody hell, Trinity.” He groaned. “You are going to bring me to my knees.”
I repeated the maneuver. Ashton took in a deep breath.
I stood. “I wish you to sit.”
“Yes. I need to sit,” he said, and took a seat on the edge of the green divan. He looked at me with scorching, white hot eyes. I backed up. Twirled. Gazed over my shoulder and peeked through my curls at him. I dropped the red robe from my body in a whirl. I was wearing nothing but the garters with the stockings he liked.
“Trinity, you are glorious,” he said.
I turned toward him, walking forward in a saunter. I wanted to test his restraint. “I wish for you to put your mouth upon my breasts.”
Without any hesitation he took one, licking, lapping then sucking as his hands roamed down my shoulder blades, over the curve of my spine then grabbed my ass. He squeezed my bum, groaning while sucking on a pink tipped nipple. My fingers twined through his hair. The way Ashton took my breasts sent spiking stings of pleasure through my body and rocked my womb.
“I wish for you to lean back,” I instructed. Loosening his lips from me, he did. I straddled him and slid his cock between the wet folds of my sex. “I wish to feel you inside of me.” I lifted up. Ashton guided himself to my opening.
I lowered myself on him all the while I kept my gaze locked with his. His eyes pulsed. His pupils widened. The ice white of his irises mixed into a liquid silver. I rode him, feeling the glorious stretch as I took his cock a little farther into my warm pussy. At one point, we both moaned in unison. It was euphoria.
“God, you’re so big.” I worked myself further on his shaft, inch by slow inch. Ashton’s hands slid down my body until he secured them over my hips. “Take me, Ashton. I wish for you to take me, hard.”
“Trinity,” he groaned, pulling me down on his cock, sliding in to my deepest point.
“Yes…”
“Ride me.” He rocked me forward with his thrusts, still allowing me to traverse him.
I threw my head back and placed my hands to his chest. My hair swiped across the tops of his thighs. My body took him, squeezed him, wanted only him.
“I never wish for you to leave from my body, Ashton,” I said.
“I wish the very same,” he replied, gliding one hand over my bobbing breast.
We made love this way for a long time. I climaxed twice. “Ashton,” I moaned and ground upon his manhood, rocking my hips. “I wish you to place your cock inside of my ass.”
“Are you sure?” he asked.
“Yes.”
I slid off his dick. Ashton stood, scooped me up, took me to the bed and laid me down. His hands traced my thighs. He unhooked the garters, rolled the left stocking down my leg then the right. He unsnapped the garter belt from my waist. He leaned down and kissed my navel then my bare thighs.
“I shall be one moment,” he said.
He left. I watched him go, smiling to myself as I ogled his ass. I pulled the garter belt from the sheet and threw it over the side of the bed. It hit the floor beside my two stockings. I turned on my side, my head lying on my extended arm. It wasn’t long until I heard Ashton. He was coming back. He slid upon the bed and brushed my curls over my right shoulder, giving him access to my neck. Ashton placed his mouth to the back of my neck. He kissed, licked then kissed down the length of my spine. He lingered at the sweet spot just between my two dimples.
“My God, you are spectacular,” he murmured.
I heard Ashton doing something behind me. I turned my head. He had a tube of something in his hand. He opened it. It smelled good. Ashton licked the seam of my ass, separating my cheeks with his fingers before he dipped his tongue to my starburst. I moaned. He tongued me; my pucker reacted to his tongue in pulsing bursts. My head fell forward. My curls enclosed around my face. I felt something different, his finger, but slick. He inserted his index finger, gliding with ease.
“Trinity, are you sure you wish to give yourself to me in this way?”
“Yes,” I said, pressing my ass onto his finger.
Ashton worked me with one finger then two, sliding in and out of my bum. I had to see him, so I glanced at the massive antique mirror on the wall. I saw our reflection. He added more of the sweet smelling lubricant over the head of his cock then pumped his shaft with his hand until it glistened with slickness.
Ashton spooned me, holding his mouth between my shoulder blades while one hand held my breastbone. His other hand moved to brace my lower stomach. His cock was hard and ready. He pressed forward. I bucked at the sensation. My body tensed as tight as a bow.
Ashton nuzzled my neck. “Shh … my dove,” he assured. “Relax your body.”
I relaxed and pressed back then experienced a wave of panic at this new possession. I bit my lip. It’s too much. Ashton pressed forward.
“Ashton?”
“I have you. Breathe for me,” he said. He held me tightly, securely.
I arched and felt my body as it gave way to him.
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