Deveraux, Jude - The Lost Woman

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by Tere


  -- I am trying to do the best thing for you -- it said smoothly.

  -- and who gave the right him to decide what is bue­no or bad for somebody that not even knows?

  Travis laughed between teeth and responded:

  -- Empiezas to speak like my hermanito. What seems to you a kiss before going to me? If encounter to your tutor, this one can be our last one moment solo.

  — ¡Hopefully never it returns to see it! Regan --. shouted to him Hopefully one falls to the sea and nobody returns to never see it! ¡Hopefully...!

  Travis interrupted it when raising it of the bed with arm while, with the other, it separated the sheet that sepa­raba. It caressed smooth skin of the hip and the thighs of Regan, and its mouth cleared the one of her. With extreme smoothness, kissed it, with well-taken care of not scaring it nor to be too robust with she

  For a moment, Regan tried to separate it, but those great hands on its body and the pure force that ema­naba of him him they were too exciting. Him sorpren­dió that a so arrogant man he could be so tender.

  It embraced it and it tipped the head, while its fingers they lost between the hair of Travis.

  It was first in separating.

  -- Empiezo to wish not to find your tutor. It enchants to me abrazarte.

  When Regan raised the hand to strike it, Tra­vis it laughed, it stopped it, and it kissed the knuckles one by one to him.

  -- It was only a desire. Now quédate here and pórtate well, that when returns I will bring a pretty dress to you. Tra­vis left the room, and the blow of the almo­hada one against the door already closed laughed when hearing. The sound of the key when turning in the lock gave to Regan the impression that they had to him placed chains in the ankles.

  Horrible silence was almost deafening for Regan, that it contemplated, seated and stunned, the great habi­tación without seeing it in fact. For a moment it could not think that it was not in house, in its dormitory. In change, in the last hours its world had collapsed to his around. It had ear to his loved saying that it did not want casar­se with her, and to its only relative to admit that it did not matter to him. And now, the worse thing of everything: no longer it had his virtue and was prisoner of an American savage. Prisoner, pen­só. Without to know it, was been prisoner all its life, in a cage golden with pretty garden.

  While these thoughts happened through their mind, it began to watch his around. There was a great window in a wall, and him it happened perhaps that this time respect to its confinement could do something. If it could esca­par, surely it would find aid, perhaps somebody that accepted it or it employed to him. When thinking that, stopped. What knew to do? How it could to gain the life during five years until it could inherit? Only that real­mente it knew to do well was to cultivate flowers. Perhaps...

  No, Regan, was prepared. It is not the moment for going away by tangent. First it had to save and to demonstrate that that arrogant one it could not to kidnap to an English and to mante­ner it, docile, in its safekeeping.

  One rose and it included/understood that its first problem was clothes. In a corner of the room there was a trunk, but after a fast one inspection saw that it was closed with key.

  When they called to the door, it was frightened hardly and it had time to put the shirt of Travis before a girl entered regordeta and of sonrosadas cheeks, loading a food tray.

  --El Mr. Travis said to me that it brought food and water to him in order to bathe if she wishes it -- the girl said, nervio­sa, watching his around and without separating from the door cerra­da to its backs.

  -- Can obtain to me something of clothes? him pregun­tó Regan --. Please. I can give back it later to it, but I need something more than shirt of that man.

  --Lo I feel, young lady, but Mr. Travis me orde­nó that it did not give him nothing else to clothes nor that eaten and hot water, and that said to him that it contracted a man so that watches the window all the day, in case you it tried to esca­par that way.

  Regan ran to the window and saw that what said

  woman was truth.

  -- Tiene what to help me -- suplicó --. This man has to me prisoner. Please, ayúdeme to escape.

  The girl left the tray quickly, with the eyes expanded by the fear.

  --El Mr. Travis threatened to me of death if I let it go. I feel it, young lady, but I must think about me. Without one more a word, girl left and returned to have supper the door with key.

  In the beginning, Regan was not safe of the senti­miento that it crossed it. All its life had been agrada­ble, carefree, with few problems that to face and less people than to know, but now everything empe­zaba to be accumulated on her and it began to crush it. It had not been its intention to leave the house of its uncle but either did not want to follow prisoner of a man

  horrible.

  It raised the tray with both hands, threw con­tra the wall and soon observed how the eggs and jamón slid by the smooth one plaster surface. That reac­ción instead of improving its spirit, made worse it. It was thrown on the bed, it shouted with the face sunk in the pillow pataleó and it undertook to puñetazos against the mattress of

  pens.

  In spite of the fury and of the total frustration that sen­tía by its neglect, the fatigue could more. As their muscles began a to relax, fell in sue­ño deep, like without life. Not even it woke up when the servant cleaned food of the wall, nor when Travis entered loaded of colorful boxes, one inclined on her and son­rió when seeing his sweet face e innocent.

  -- You are a very sweet sandwich -- Travis to the time whispered that him mordisqueaba the lobe of the ear.

  When Regan began to wake up, it separated, then he wanted to see it stretch, how its curvilí­neo body formed incitantes hills and valleys in the shirt that took putting. When stretching, with the eyes still cerra­dos, the chests of Regan pressed against the bellboys, with which an opening formed that revealed by a ins­tante an exquisite diamond of meat. It outlined one slight smile until it was on the awares and it discovered it obser­vando it.

  —¡You! -- it exclaimed.

  With an agile one I jump, one rose and it was rushed towards him with the closed fists and the aprons of the shirt ale­teando. Travis catched with a single hand the two of the girl.

  -- Vaya, that is what I call a good recibimiento -- it murmured, and it attracted his arms --; is not easy to recor­dar that I must tratarte like a a lady when you throw yourself thus to my arms.

  ---Yo I did not throw myself -- Regan talked back, with the teeth tightened --. Why always it distorts everything? No

  desire nothing of you, unless it allows me to march to me. It does not have right...

  A fast kiss interrupted it.

  --Ya you know that I will let to you go as soon as you say adon­de to me I must llevarte. A girl as you she must have relatives. Dame a name and I will take to you with them.

  -- So that it is boasted of of which it has done to me? No, I it would never accept a thing thus. Déjeme to go, and I will arrive single at house.

  --No you know to lie. -- It smiled.-- Those eyes that tie­nes are as clear as those of a wrist. All your pen­samientos are written in they. I have said several times to you which are my conditions for liberarte, and no I think to cam­biar them. I am not going to yield, so that you will have resig­narte a to do it you.

  Regan separated from him with annoyance.

  -- I can be so obstinate corno you. -- Sonrio' with air profligate.-- In addition, I know that soon course to America will weigh anchor. Then it will have to release to me.

  Travis seemed to think it a little while.

  --Es truth, I will have to do something with you -- res­pondió rascando chin --. It would hate to have to mar­char to America and to leave those to me legs yours without suitable protec­ción.

  Regan drowned a exclamación. It took an end of sheet and tried to take it of the bed, but there was another clogged end. Travis approached and it inclined on the bed to release the sheet and, to the same one time, introdu�
�jo the hand underneath the shirt of Regan and caressed to him rumps with firmness.

  Regan screamed once; soon it was put of foot, him arre­bató the sheet and became involved the legs with her.

  -- How it can treat to me thus? What I have made to deserve this? I have never made damage to anybody in all my life.

  It said it with as much feeling that Travis lowered Vista.

  --Yo I have done never something either thus. Perhaps simply dejarte would have to go, but I cannot. It would be like throwing a flower wild to a snow storm or,

  considering the life that there is in these wharves, it would be like throwing it to the fire. -- When it returned to watch it, their eyes were smooth and to tier to us.-- I do not have much posibi­lidad to choose. I cannot dejarte go; but I do not want tenerte either prisoner. ¡God! Not even I have slaves, much less confinement to chiquillas innocent.

  When it finished speaking, it was dropped with slowness in a chair that was in a corner. Regan had extra­ña sensation of which it wished to console it. During incó­modo lapse of silence, repaired in boxes, that were

  on the trunk.

  -- it brought a dress to Me? -- it asked in low voice.

  -- If I brought a dress to you? -- Travis repeated, son­riendo; it seemed to have surpassed his momentary abati­miento. It threw of the cord that it held to a box and comen­zó to unfold a dress of velvet, a color that Regan had not seen before: almost brown, almost red, but with certain golden brilliance. When giving it to it to Regan, he

  it said:

  --Es of the color of your hair: neither red, nor brown, nor

  blonde, but all of them at the same time.

  Regan watched it, surprised.

  —¡That... how romantic! You did not know that...

  Laughing, Travis took the dress.

  --No you know nothing of me and I know less still of you. Nor at least you have said to me how you are called.

  Vacillating, Regan passed the hand through the velvet that it had in his arms. All its clothes always had been of the sort more cheap possible. The velvet was the fabric more beautiful than it had seen but, by much that it wished to sen­tir it on his skin, preferred to be cautious.

  --Me I call Regan -- it declared, in low voice.

  -- Without last name? Only Regan?

  --Es everything what I will say to him, and if thinks that it can sobor­nar to me with an elegant dress, it is mistaken -- it responded

  with arrogance.

  --No I am used to bribing people -- Tra­vis --. talked back I have already said to you as they are the conditions for dejar­te for going, and the dress no it has nothing to do with them.

  It threw the velvet article on the bed, diri­gió to the other boxes and it opened one to them by one, draining its content desordenadamente. There was an adorned dress of crepé of celestial silk with tapes of blue color verdo­so and a linen nightgown embroidered with hundreds of diminu­tos pink pimpollos. Of the last box two pairs of slippers and the one fell of thin leather, dyed to the tone of the velvet and the blue dress.

  -- They are gorgeous -- Regan, astonished said, to tiem­po that the silk took to the cheek.

  Travis observed it, enchanted. It was a mixture of girl and woman: furious a little while, like a eno­jada kitten, and soon it turned an innocent and adora­ble girl. When watching that smile that turque­sa of the girl illuminated the eyes, Travis felt bewitched by her, as if on him a spell had fallen that it prevented to think about him that not outside she. That day had spent whole hours * in the stores, where it felt totally outside place but it wished to make it happy.

  One seated next to her in the bed.

  -- You like? Class of dresses did not know what nor what colors you prefer, but the salesman said to me that these are the last fashion.

  When Regan smiled to him, Travis felt that inva­día a possessiveness big wave that had only experimen­tado by its earth in Virginia. Before getting to think about which did, one inclined on the clothes and it attracted the young person towards him. Without giving time him to protest, it kissed it with avidity, trying to recover every moment in which it had thought about her during day.

  -- My dresses -- Regan --. protested They will be squashed. With single movement, Travis gathered all the clothes and it threw it on the chair.

  --He thought about you all the day -- it whispered --. What you have to me fact?

  Regan tried to respond in tone carefree, a to weigh of which the proximity of Travis accelerated the pulse to him.

  -- Nothing that has wished to do to him. Please, suél­teme.

  -- Truely you want that it loosen to you? -- it asked with voice it snores, while it kissed the neck to him.

  Why, it thought Regan, this vile man and repugnant me it makes these things horrible? But, although it thought that, one did not make an effort by to separate it. It longed for to be in its arms, and adored the form on which it kissed it, scent of its breath and the way in which it caressed the face to him. The size of that man made feel small and safe, cuida­da, protected.

  Their thoughts were interrupted when the lips of Travis they found his naked chests. No longer it could think: it moaned and it caressed to him the shoulders.

  Slowly, Travis loosen it. It was on the awares, per­pleja, and it saw of foot, taking off the jacket it. Incapable to clear the eyes to him of it raises, observed it to undress without

  haste.

  The light of the sun the west entered by the window and lle­naba the room with a golden red brilliance that transformed it into a site of magical jewels. Dumb, Regan did not manage to separate the Vista from the body of Travis, that little by little it was discovered. It had never seen hom­bre naked and it felt much curiosity.

  Nothing could have prepared it for the image of Tra­vis naked. It very had muscles developed per years of work, the arms carved, the chest like the peto of one old Roman armor that it had vis­to in a book. Nevertheless, its waist was thin, and in its belly they emphasized muscles. When one took off the trousers, they were to discovered its massive thighs in which each muscle was distinguished.

  -- Skies -- Regan murmured, and its voice exposed the astonishment that it felt. It only blinked when their eyes lle­garon to the virilidad of Travis.

  Travis laughed and it tended to its side.

  --A to weigh of all your protests, good looking to that, with little from training, you will get to be a very lujuriosa girl.

  --No, please -- Regan requested, in last inten­to of to separate it; but Travis did not pay attention to him.

  With skill, it cleared to him what it was of clothes and it began to caress the belly to him with a smooth massage; their fingers played with that sensible area and the palm of its hand excited the skin to him. Meanwhile, it kissed; it used the teeth in the curve of the ear, and with the language it grazed ape­nas the smooth and trembling point that was deba­jo of the lobe just.

  Regan caressed shoulders and the arms to him, trazan­do with the fingers each depression that indicated the union of two muscles. The hardness of the body of Travis it was very different from the smoothness of his, so weak in compara­ción with the force of him. One moved underneath Travis and it lowered the arms in order to caress the ribs to him, to feel how the muscles of their back were contracted under his lukewarm and brown skin, and soon it caressed the firm hips to him. That con­tacto it produced admiration and pleasure simultaneously to him, and with each caress its heart seemed to accelerate and its breathing became deeper anxious.

  -- Regan, Regan candy -- Travis murmured, with a voice that she not only heard but also she felt in the site in which the chests were united of both.

  When Travis separated a little, Regan nailed to him fingers in the arms with force.

  -- Yes, my anxious kitten, yes.

  It slowly penetrated it and with facility and, although she it would have believed it impossible, its heart was accelerated still more. There was no pain: only something that it wished inmensamen­te. When one bent against h
im with stupidity and in errá­tica form, Travis stayed section.

  -- Slowly, kitten, slowly -- it murmured with a hand in the hip of Regan, while with the finger acari­ciaba its navel.

  Although Regan did not have idea of the intention of Travis, it did not have more remedy than to obey to him. In spite of its little experience, it included/understood that he was being contained, taking his time to teach to him instead of to participate completely without information. Slowly and carefully, it taught to him to enjoy, to take initiative besides to follow it.

  Regan had the impression that its body estalla­ría, from which he became and greater more and than, when esta­llara, she perhaps it would die. Suddenly, Travis began to move with more rapidity, and its excitation it infected the girl. Regan bent against him, and was as if many fires artificial they exploded in its interior, bri­llantes, ardent, blinding.

  Travis collapsed on her, fláccido and sudoro­so. Regan felt exhausted and weak, but maravillosa­mente well, as if him they had cleared an enormous weight of above.

  It seemed to him to have induced sleep a moment and, when des­pertar, its moment of privacy with that man who still was a perfect stranger him it seemed a dream. Tended there, with an arm of Travis on her, it imagined how it would be to vol­ver to see Farrell. Of course, it already would be to as much of his fates with that American, and would be ashamed of her; perhaps not even him it would direct the word. One imagined trying to explain it to it, saying that it had resisted, but Farrell would know the truth. The American said that his eyes they reflected everything what thought. They would also reflect that new experience? Perhaps everybody would see in her a dishonored woman?

  To its side, Travis moved, was gotten up on an elbow and it smiled to him.

  --No I was mistaken -- it murmured --. With a little training...

  Regan separated the hand to him when it caressed cabe­llo to him.

  —¡It does not touch to me! It has already forced to me to make dema­siadas things.

  -- Volvemos to that? I thought that this time you would see the ver­dad.

 

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