by Alie Infante
“Dix-neuf, comme il était.” Nineteen, just as he was I moaned, as his lips began to caress me, my fingers twisting into the folds of the bed sheets.
“Et combien de fois?” How often? He inquired lifting his head for the briefest of moments.
“Juste une fois!” Just the once I screamed, as I felt my body tighten, and every thing Claudette said came rushing up from the pit of me as he caressed me with his mouth, the scream leaving me of it’s own accord.
“That chér, is not lovemaking.” He said in English, pulled me up from the bed, then sat me in his lap.
I looked down on him, completely taken aback.
He took the ribbon from my hair, shook it, then kissed my neck.
“I shall teach ye to love a man properly.” He stated, as his hand came up to caress my breast.
“Je pensais que c'était à moi de faire le séduire.” I thought it was up to me, to be the seductress. I said, removed myself from his lap, finished off the whiskey, then bent to remove his trousers.
When he sat before me naked and erect, I slipped the lambskin in my mouth, just as Monique showed me, then went to him. I placed my hand on his erection, the breath left his chest in an audible whoosh, and his fingers tightened into the bed sheets as I placed the lambskin on his errection with my mouth.
I drew back to peer at his face then. His lips were slightly parted, his eyes hooded, but what made me smile was the half grin. Monique had been right, I thought chuckling to myself.
Due to my newfound sexuality because of Claudette, and the two glasses of whiskey, I felt quite confident in what I was doing. I refused to allow the small nagging voice in the back of my head to deter me.
I could do this.
I did exactly what Claudette showed me with the banana, and was surprised as his hips jerked into the bed, and the breaths left him rapidly now.
“Shite!” He moaned deeply, and I brought my other hand lower and cupped him, then felt his entire body tense.
“Shite…shite!” He whispered harshly.
I was surprised when I was suddenly looking up at him. I gasped and his brow rose.
“Mon tour.” My turn, he grinned, and it was magnificent.
The dimples in his cheeks, and the sparkling blue eyes caused something to stir in me, that I had no notions of. The dimples seemed so familiar to me, but as he drew his lips to me, those thoughts left me.
I gasped, as his lips went to the curve of my neck. His lips lightly touched my heated skin, then he drew back and got up. I opened my eyes, and bit my lip. I could feel my cheeks tint as he looked at me. He went to the bar, poured two drinks, placed one on the nightstand next to me, went to the settee, then reclined on it peering at me with a slight grin. I suddenly felt self-conscious, reached for the whiskey and finished it in one gulp, resisting the urge to choke.
“Il est grossier pour regarder.” It is rude to stare, I said softly, and he grinned.
“Est-ce que ce que je fais?” Is that what I am doing? He asked as his grin got just a bit wider, and I frowned as I looked at him.
“Oui.” Yes.
“Je ne peux pas l’aider, tu es belle. Un autre?” I cannot help it, yer beautiful. Another? He asked as he nodded to the glass and I nodded back. He got up and took the glass to the bar again.
He filled it halfway, handed me the glass, then sat on the edge of the bed. I raised the glass to my lips with a slight smile, then emptied it of its contents. I noticed it did not burn like fire this time. Equally, my nerves seemed somewhat calmed.
He grinned, pulled me towards him, then took the glass from me and sat it on the nightstand as he kissed me.
“My god yer beautiful.” He said in English as he drew back from me, and I looked down.
He lifted my chin then shaking his head.
“Ne jamais faire. Vous êtes, et vous ne savez même pas . C’est ce qui rend si.” Do not ever do that. Ye are, and ye do not even realize it. Tis what makes ye so. He said as he kissed me deeply, and it seemed as if the spirits went straight to my head.
“Mon Dieu.” My God, I whispered licking my lips, as I felt the heat sear through me again.
I was stunned when I suddenly found myself in his lap.
As his lips touched my skin, I cried out.
“Je ne suis pas un pour consommation de boissons alcoolisées.” I am not one for spirits, I moaned as he ran his fingers through my hair, then ran his tongue up the side of my neck.
I gasped, then opened my eyes, because he was suddenly above me. Before I could speak his lips took mine, and I felt it to the very tips of my toes. He brought his hands up my thighs, and I moaned. It felt as if my body was on fire, and everywhere his hands touched seemed to scorch my skin.
“Mon Dieu.”My God, I whispered again, and he grinned as he drew the skin in the curve my neck into his mouth. He rolled, so now I was on top of him. He ran his fingers through my hair drawing it to one side, so he could look at my face. He sat up, then wrapped my legs around his waist.
“Can I have ye? Ye remind me so much of another.” He whispered in English, and I sighed as he kissed his way up my neck.
“Je ne comprends pas.” I do not understand, I moaned, and he kissed me deeply again.
“Puis-je te faire l’amour?” Can I make love to ye, he asked as he deepened the kiss, ceasing any further talk.
“Ye shall be mine, and mine alone.” He whispered in my ear as his hands began to caress my breast, I nodded and moaned at the same time.
“I will hold ye to that promise.” He said, and I nodded again, not realizing that he was speaking English.
“Let go of yer fear chér, I can feel yer passion; and it’s driving me mad.” He moaned as he suddenly took my nipple into his mouth, and my back arched as I screamed.
He traveled the length of my body, and I sighed as his lips kissed my navel, and his tongue licked a path to the apex of my legs. He nudged them apart gently, and as his mouth closed over me, my back arched, a moan escaped my lips, as his hand came up to brush across my breast, and he rolled my nipple between his forefinger and thumb. When what Claudette called an orgasm went through me, I screamed panting.
He moved up my body, so now he was above me. He nudged my thighs with his knees, and I sighed as he pushed his hips forward.
“Pouvez-vous sentir notre passion ensemble?” Do ye feel the passion between us, he asked, and I nodded, because that was all I seemed to be able to do as he slowly moved his hips. I had no clue what it was, but I could feel something down to the tips of my toes. I raked my nails down his back, as he kissed my throat.
“Dites-moi que vous l'aimez quand je fais cela.” Tell me ye like this, he demanded, and I nodded.
“Dire.” Say it, he commanded. I screamed as he wrapped my legs around his waist, causing him to sink even deeper.
“Je ne peux pas!” I cannot, I moaned, as he brought his hips up and slammed them forward.
I gasped as he turned me, and pushed forward.
“Oui, vous pouvez.” Yes ye can, he hissed as he brought me up and pushed me forward. He ran his fingers through my hair, causing it to fall forward, and into my face. He sucked the skin at the nape of my neck into his mouth and I moaned.
“C’est une joie totale et absolue à l’intérieur de vous.” It is a complete and utter joy to be inside of ye, he whispered, and moved his hips slowly.
“Mon Dieu, oui!” My God, yes, I moaned, he kissed my back, then my shoulders.
He ran his hands up my sides, and I felt the passion between us rise as he turned me again, and sat me in his lap.
“Je veux voir ce beau visage de vos.” I want to see that beautiful face of yers, he said grinning as he lowered me, and I moaned.
“Merde.” Shite, I whispered before I realized it, then heard him chuckle.
“Dites-moi ce que tu ressens?” Tell me what ye feel, he asked as he kissed my throat, then jerked my hips forward.
I shook my head.
“Je ne peux pas.” I cannot, I cri
ed.
“Oui vous pouvez, dites-moi.” Yes, ye can, tell me; he said grinning as he watched my face.
“Mon Dieu, oui!” My god, yes! I screamed as I rode him.
“Dites-moi amoureux.” Tell me sweetheart, he demanded as he kissed me, his rhythm even faster now.
“Je ne peux pas, tu me tues!” I cannot, you are slaying me, I screamed.
“I want to hear it, say it!” He growled in English.
“Oui, oui, ne vous arrêtez pas! Mon dieu!” Yes, yes, please do not stop, my God! I screamed, as it hit me and he laughed.
He grinned wider, because he was suddenly above me, which stopped that glorious feeling, but he pushed his hips forward. I moaned, as he brought my leg up and gripped the headboard, but he did not like that, so he pulled me back to a sitting positing.
With each thrust, I could feel it growing again. He sucked the skin in the curve of my neck into his mouth, jerked my hips forward, and I screamed. He picked me up, then turned so now he was behind me. I gasped as his hips pushed forward, and he bent me toward the bed. He ran his tongue up my back, then put his hand in my hair and I moaned.
His hand left my hair; he gripped my shoulder with one hand, and my hip with the other guiding me. I could feel it building, as he leisurely moved. He reached around me, rolled his fingers, and I screamed. I pushed back, and this time he moaned, his rhythm just a bit faster.
I could hear the kiss of our flesh.
I screamed again as the sensations built, pulling me into the orgasm. He yelled, and with one last stroke fell forward.
He looked at me grinning, then smoothed the hair from my face. He kissed my forehead, then rolled to the side gasping for breath.
“Ye my sweet are a prize.” He said grinning, then pulled me to him and kissed me again.
“Je ne comprends pas.” I do not understand, I said, he smiled and kissed my forehead again.
“Dormir, vous en avez besoin. Nous parlerons de cela demain.” Sleep, ye need it. We shall speak of this on the morrow. He grinned, then pulled me into him.
I sighed closing my eyes.
I had never experienced anything of the sort, I thought as I felt the spirits and the lovemaking lulling me to sleep.
Benjamin knew when she fell into sleep, by her even breathing.
He smiled as he looked down on her.
He had never made love like that in his entire life!
Just the thought of her whispered yes, stirred him, and he shook himself.
He needed to tread lightly with her, least he find himself in love and committed to her. He asked himself if it was because she reminded him so much of Geneviève that he felt this way after a few hours with her.
He speculated frowning, nevertheless she had touched something in him he thought long dead. He frowned again, as he thought about another man caressing her as such.
He was quite sure; she conveyed him the truth about her sexual relations. Although a born seductress, he could easily distinguish she had no vast relations or couplings with men.
He kissed her forehead again, then eased himself out from under her.
He smiled as he watched her while he dressed.
He meant that, as of this moment, she belonged to him.
When he was dressed, he quietly exited the room, to go in search of the Madame.
He found her in the parlor, just as Bartholomew was descending the stairs.
“I trust everything went well.” Madame Soleil purred, and he frowned.
“The girl, which ye sent to me?”Benjamin inquired his frown still evident.
“Was she not to your liking?” Madame asked with a slight frown of her own.
“Yes she was, completely. I wish to procure her for the duration of her services.” Benjamin said, and Madame choked on her wine.
“Répéter?” Repeat she wheezed, and Benjamin sighed.
“I believe ye understood. I will compensate for each night, for the duration of my stay here in advance. She is not to entertain anyone else but me.” He said, and Madame smiled.
“That shall require a sizeable amount of coin ma lord.” She grinned, and Benjamin frowned even deeper.
“It is of no concern. Transmit the bill to the estates, and it shall be tallied.” He stated, turned for the door, then paused.
“And her name?” Benjamin asked, and Madame frowned again.
“My word ma lord, but I cannot verbalize. I do believe she never informed me.” Madame Soleil stated, just as surprised as Benjamin.
“Fine, send the bill.”
“As you wish my lord.” She bowed, and both men exited the establishment.
Madame Soleil clapped her hands in glee.
She knew from the moment the girl walked in, she had struck gold.
She hurried up the stairs to the brown room.
When she entered, the girl was asleep. She clapped her hands several times, and the girl jerked awake.
“It is time for you to leave chér, especially if you do not wish for your precious granny to have knowledge of this.” She commanded, and I nodded as I got up. “You will find your clothes in the red room where you left them.” She said as I put on the dressing gown, nodded and hurried from the room, her following me at a brisk pace.
“You have made quite the impression with the Earl; you are to labor for him and him solely.” She stated, I paused to gaze at her, and she nodded.
I gave her a slight smile before I realized it.
“I see this is to your liking.” She grinned, and I bit my lip to keep from smiling, as I nodded slightly.
“Then I shall see you this evening.” She said, then walked away before I could reply.
I dressed quickly, rushed down the stairs, then gasped as I saw the first shards of daylight.
My lord! Had I truly spent the entire night with him?
I frowned as I saw Monique walk into the parlor.
“Madame has asked Harvey to carriage you home, since the hour is very early.” She said, I nodded, and Harvey instantly appeared. I nodded as he bowed, then motioned me out the door.
***
Madame frowned as constable Jefferies came through the entry.
“My recompense.” He hissed as he stepped in front of her, and Madame looked up at him with such contempt, had she been poison he would have immediately fell dead.
Madame frowned as she walked around the specialized counter.
Most people did not know it, but Madame’s was Napoleon’s quiet little gift to New Orleans. Madame was not the first to run the establishment.
Prostitution was one of the staples of the French Quarter; yet, New Orleans’ first anti-prostitution ordinance was the 1857 Lorette ordinance, which prohibited prostitution on the first floor of buildings, which was why her girls did business upstairs.
However, soon after it was signed, it was declared unconstitutional, but by then it was more comfortable for the many establishments to keep it that way. In July 1865, after the Civil War, more regulations were made leading up to the creation of the Red-Light District. Yet, since St Louis, Missouri passed the Social Evil Ordinance, empowering the Board of Health to regulate prostitution, the state of Louisiana seemed next.
Madame frowned again.
However, this was not France.
She thought, as she motioned Monique to the strong box.
Jefferies smiled, bowed, then left the establishment.
Madame, would have to think of something soon, or he would break her.
She immediately thought of Cole.
Haven
Plantation…
I had to make haste before the sun came up, because I would have no explanation of where I had been all night.
My word! What would Isaiah think?
I jumped down from the carriage, waved to Harvey, then rushed into the house. Isaiah startled awake, then frowned at me.
“I am truly repentant, I was with Ms. Claudette after town, and seemed to have lost all track of time.” I said, his frown disappeared,
replaced by a slight smile.
“Ms. Claudette is quite the angel.” He said, and I smiled.
I could perceive he fancied her.
Not that it would ever come to fruition.
“And Granny, how is she?”
“My apologies chér, but she hasn’t made a peep.” He replied, and I sighed nodding.
He bid me good morning, then left the house.
I went to Granny, pulled the blankets up to her chin, then kissed her forehead.
Blowing out the lamp, I walked to my own room and removed my clothes.
As I did, I instantly got images of our lovemaking, and it made my knees weak. So much so, that I had to sit on the bed to steady myself.
When the images finally left my head, I dressed for sleep, then climbed into the bed and pulled the blankets up to my chin.
As I thought on him, I realized I had somehow not gained his name!
My word, sometimes I am completely addled. I thought sighing, as I felt sleeps pull, and saw those magnificent dimples of his.
I had best watch myself, least I find myself haplessly in love with him. I knew a relationship as such could never be allowed to prosper, and I knew this to be true by my parents.
Chapter Five…
Haven
Plantation
Benjamin absently ate the sausage and eggs Mildred placed before him moments ago.
His mind could not cease reverting to her, and he knew not what her name was. However, as he thought of Geneviève, he felt the stirrings of guilt. He was utterly torn between the two of them.
“What has ye so distracted this morn chum, I daresay I’ve called yer name thrice.” Bartholomew gripped, and Benjamin finally looked at him with a slight frown.
“Tis nothing.” Benjamin said, waving off his comment.
“I take it she has made quite an impression with ye?” Bartholomew grinned, and Benjamin looked at him sharply.
“Who?” He questioned frowning, and Bartholomew grinned.
“The young lady ye paid for in advance.”
“Humm...that she has. I am not at all sure that is wise.” Benjamin muttered, then looked away from Bartholomew.
They both looked up as Abel walked into the room.
