“The servants will come to attend and feed you,” he said.
I watched him slide on tan leather riding gloves and pick up a riding crop with a gilt handle from another chair situated near the fireplace. I gasped at seeing the way he handled it with ease and precision. He smoothed its leather tip across the surface of one glove and caught my eyes. He held me to attention.
“You were lucky I did not whip you with my crop earlier. Your injury prevented it, but I do believe you will give me an excuse to use it at some point,” he told me with haughty conviction. “You are a stubborn woman and the time will be short before you feel it strike your bare flesh.” He tapped the crop’s end against his glove hard, making me jump, his intention to make me meek and obedient in fear of it. I felt chastened and overcome by his masterful power and need to school me. There was something protective and endearing about the notion that gave my heart hope that his capacity to allow love in his life was not lost altogether. To wish to protect and discipline bespoke a loving nature.
“I expect you to do as my servants bid and rest. I do not expect to see you tiring yourself with strenuous activity or attempting to leave this house. If you try to leave, I will hunt you down, madam, and confine you to your bed and room. You will also feel the sting of the whip against your bare bottom and I warrant you will not feel comfortable sitting for a week,” he informed me with dark menace.
“You will not keep me here against my will, sir,” I retorted haughtily. “I will not be bound to a man who cannot, nay, will not find it in his heart to love me. I will leave this house at first opportunity.”
Lord Drake banged the whip against his palm, once more making me jump.
“May I remind you that you are a captive in this house and under my power as well as protection. You would do well not to try me. I will keep you safe from the Viscount whether you desire it or not. If needs be, I will spank and whip your bottom to achieve your submission to it,” he stated fiercely.
Although I trembled, I folded my arms but remained silent for fear of provoking any further outburst from him. Insufferable man.
“I hope by your silence, my point and reason has hit home. I bid you good day.”
He gave me a short bow and nod before heading for the door.
He caught hold the oak door’s handle and turned to view me once again. I wondered why he seemed reluctant to leave.
“By the way, Lady Gerard, I have sent word to your aunt with my proposal for marriage. I have no doubt she will find my terms acceptable. You will do well to find solace at becoming my wife and Lady Drake.”
I glared at him.
“Good day, madam,” he said with another nod and opened the door.
When he closed the door behind him and, to my outrage, locked it, I allowed my fury to take hold. Reaching for the candlestick on a table next to the chair in which Lord Drake had spent the night watching over me, I threw it hard at the door, wishing I could have struck him with it.
Chapter Six
Two of Lord Drake’s female servants were to attend me. My temper was still greatly out of sorts and I stubbornly refused to eat the breakfast of breads, rolls and preserves. I would only partake in a little tea. This was not to sit well with the maids. They had been informed by the master of the house that they were to enforce my eating and bathing should I choose to be obstinate to vex him. The man had the audacity to know my nature well enough to anticipate my behaviour.
The younger brown-haired maid with pretty features crawled atop the bed towards me. I backed up against my pillows, gasping in fright. But she was to pull me up firmly but gently, careful of my dressed wound, and kneel behind me. I was pushed back against her body and braced against her pert breasts in a vice grip. The other, fair-haired maid produced a small knife from her pocket and handed it to her.
Immediately I was fearful and began to struggle. Both maids fought to contain my movement and then I heard a tearing sound. The brown-haired maid cut the top of my cotton shift with a knife and tore it open. Her intention was clear. The woman meant to bare my flesh and in particular my breasts. She pulled the remnants of the shift down my body until it fell on top of the bed. I was grateful I was allowed to keep my legs and sex, still wet from Lord Drake’s manipulation, covered.
I was trembling, wondering what was to happen next. The maid behind me stroked her palm firmly up my back forcing me to thrust my breasts out.
“Shhh, Lady Gerard, you will come to no harm. All we mean to do is to make you eat for the good of your health,” said the maid carrying the tray of food. She sat down on the side of the bed and placed the plate on her lap. She began to tear a roll into small pieces, placing butter and a little of the strawberry preserve on the small bits of bread.
“But I do not wish to eat. I am not hungry,” I insisted, trying to rally and boost my courage.
Once more, the maid behind me firmly pushed her palm into my back and forced me to thrust out my chest towards the girl.
“Now, Lady Gerard, we are going to feed you like a babe,” she smiled. “Now be a good girl and eat your breakfast,” she said in a soft coaxing voice one would use to a child.
But I was determined in my quest to thwart Lord Drake’s arrogant mastery over me or be treated in this fashion by the maids.
“No, I will not be forced to eat . . .”
My speech was to trail off when I felt the cool, small hand of the maid behind me cup one of my breasts in her hand. She squeezed the full milky mound painfully. I opened my mouth to gasp and the other maid put a little of the bread and jam to my lips. I closed my mouth quickly, the jam and butter smearing my moist lips, but a sharp tug and painful nip on my teat forced me to cry out loudly and the food was inserted. I had no choice but to chew the bread.
“Prepare another piece, Polly,” ordered the maid who was still holding my breast in a tight grip. “We must make sure she eats all of it or the master will be spanking us both and he has a hard, devilish hand. The last time I was over his knee he coloured my bare bottom crimson and I was unable to sit down for this last week gone.”
“I am doing my best, Mae, but the wench is feisty. Pull both her nipples, tight this time, and stretch them good. That will make her scream.”
Mae did as she was told, taking hold of my other breast, and the pain was indeed enough to make me scream and pant. More food was put in to my mouth.
The door opened and Lord Drake walked in. I continued to eat the food that had been forced inside me, seeing no other choice. My cheeks warmed when I viewed his eyes glaze with approval and lustful appreciation at the way the maids were schooling me for my refusal to eat.
My breasts felt heavy and their darkened peaks were taut and throbbing with being pulled. Between my thighs, desire sparked at my rough treatment, making me annoyed and yet more determined to inwardly discipline myself for such evil thoughts.
“Good girls. Lady Gerard must be made to eat. She is weak and has not eaten for three days because of her injury.”
“She is a stubborn lady, your lordship, and she is making it difficult for us,” Polly said anxiously.
“I warrant she is,” Lord Drake said, sitting down in the chair. He had obviously bathed and changed after his ride, yet he still carried his riding whip and wore his boots. Lord Drake cast a dashing figure in his navy coat with brass buttons. But the riding whip was to catch most of my attention, the whip and the way he held it firmly in strong hands that had spanked my bare bottom and drove the willfulness from me earlier that morning. I eyed the whip with fearful suspicion.
A smile of satisfaction curled his lips, making his handsome appearance even more alluring when he caught me staring. I caught my breath.
“Please continue,” he instructed the two women with calm seductive authority.
Once more my nipples were pinched and stretched and more food inserted inside my mouth. My mind grew more resentful of the power held over me and indeed the way Lord Drake took pleasure from seeing my poor bare breasts pulled
and teased to painful arousal to force my compliance. Tears rolled down my cheeks and I renewed my struggles and obstinacy with strength. Such was the folly of my will to throw caution to the wind to prove I would not be mastered.
Polly was to become so annoyed when I refused the next tiny morsel that she reached out and slapped my right breast hard. The shock of the action made me open my mouth once again, and once again I was forced to eat. When I continued to struggle, my breasts were slapped in punishment and my teats pulled and pinched.
Throughout all of my fighting with the maids and their manipulation of my breasts, I found myself growing slick between my thighs. My breasts throbbed with unexpected need. I could see Lord Drake sitting back in his chair, his leg over his lap, his hands resting over the arms, one of them tapping the side of the mahogany tub wing chair with his riding crop as he presided over the spectacle before him. He watched without passion, but his black eyes seemed to be swirling with arousal.
He was to surprise me, however, and stop my shouting and rebukes in an instant. He reached out with the riding crop and firmly struck at my breasts, careful to catch my nipples in a well-practised strike. I screamed and then panted. Mae pushed her palm into the small of my back yet again, making my body arch like a bow to present my breasts outwards for whipping by Lord Drake. She held my arms, and Polly moved out of the way to allow the master to work.
“You will eat, Lady Gerard, if I have to whip you on every hour,” he thundered at me. “I will not see you more ill in my care. I will not let your aunt down or make her believe I am a careless man in not caring for my bride.” His voice was dark and firm as he struck his whip across my breasts.
Part of my mind was enthralled by the desire at the authority he wielded over me. It urged the rest of my reason and body to yield and accept his protective discipline. But I wanted his love. I could not allow myself to buckle and kneel before him penitent and obedient as a woman or wife. He needed to find it in his heart to express the love he undoubtedly felt for me made evident by his actions.
My breast whipping ended after the fourth strike. He was to show me kindness in not letting me feel anymore, for my sobs, even though he threatened to do so if I did not stop. I found myself nodding in agreement. My eyes could not meet his, as though I were indeed a child chastened by a strict punishment. I cast them down over my breasts to see thin red lines covering them like a brand exposing my wrongdoing.
He leaned towards me and lifted my chin.
“Now, please do not give me any further need to school you. You are weak. Sustenance and rest are needed, madam, and I intend to see you get them,” he told me softly. He paused to wipe the tears from my eyes with his fingers with such tenderness I was softened by his touch. He looked down at my bare breasts.
“You have such pretty breasts,” he said with a smile. “Ample and rounded to perfection. They bounce beautifully when struck. I would like to see more of them while you eat.”
He let go of my chin and moved backwards to sit back down.
“Remove her shift and feed her naked. Sit her at the end of the bed in front of the fire so she does not become cold,” he told Polly and Mae. “Perhaps this will deter you from questioning my authority as master of this house again.”
I felt my bottom lip tremble, but I nodded, not wanting to feel the sting of the whip once more and the cruel pulling of my breasts. Therefore, the maids were able to remove the bedclothes and my shift with little resistance.
Fully naked, I was helped to stand and move to the end of the bed and positioned in the middle of it. Before I sat down upon it, Lord Drake came to sit in a similar tub wing chair by the fire. He turned it to face me and I was paraded before the master and asked to open my legs. There was no way of hiding my slick thighs. Lord Drake viewed my sex with interest.
“Sit her down with her legs open and feed her so that I might view her and make sure she takes sustenance. Be gentle and coaxing with her,” he said, reaching over with his riding crop. “A little wider, if you please,” he said, catching the sides of my inner thighs very close to my pussy with a gentle tap of the whip. My body was jolted, and I experienced a gentle stinging. Persuaded, I opened my legs wide, fearing he might decide to whip my bare flesh harder in such a tender area.
My hands were positioned behind my back and I was made to lean a little so that my breasts and sex thrust out towards the master. Mae crawled on the bed behind me and began to stroke her fingertips gently down my spine towards my buttocks. Her slender fingers caressed the beginnings of the crease parting the two globes of my bare, spanked bottom. Her fingers dwelt there, touching, caressing, going farther and deeper into the crease in a seductive manner and making me more receptive, meek and agreeable to being fed by Polly at my side.
Mae’s free hand was to curve around my breast but on this occasion her touch was gentle and soft. Her fingers flexed the nipple back and forth, teasing it to tautness once more. I had never felt a female’s hands on my bare flesh before. It was soft and smooth, and I became aroused. Pleasant though it was, I confess I much preferred the robust touch of Lord Drake’s hand.
My breasts and body were flushing with embarrassment at Lord Drake’s scrutiny as I opened my mouth and obediently fed. Polly was careful to smear the butter and jam across my lips and then wipe it with her finger. She inserted it in to my mouth and fed me like a babe. I found myself taking a liking to her finger inside my mouth and suckled the butter and jam from it as though sucking from a breast teat.
“Good. I am pleased you are taking well to your feeding,” Lord Drake said suddenly. “But if you try me again by refusing to eat, I will bare your body publicly in front of our guests and have you fed in this manner. I have to say it is intoxicating to watch you being fed naked. Very alluring and arousing, madam,” he said softly. “Continue.”
I was pleased he was happy with me. Inside I was thrilled to have given him pleasure with my conduct. My mind began to warn me that I was quietly succumbing to his mastery whether I wished it though I was loathe to admit my submission to the man. I ate heartily, entranced when he smiled at me with approval.
When I had finished the last of the bread and jam, I was surprised that Lord Drake gave another order to the two women.
“I believe Lady Gerard is more than needy of satisfaction after her feeding. Kindly see that she achieves it.”
Polly turned and clapped her hands together with glee.
“Thank you, sir,” she said running to kneel at his feet and clasp his hand.
“You have both done well. Take your pleasure,” he insisted, tapping her hand in a fatherly fashion. “Here. Tame Lady Gerard with the whip if needs be,” he said, handing the servant girl his riding crop.
I stared at them, confused, but when Polly came to kneel before me and gripped my thighs, I grew nervous, guessing what was to come next. Her tongue licked over my clit before I could speak a word and voice my anxiety regarding the matter. Polly’s tongue was warm and appreciative of the creamy juice filling my aching sex. She lapped at it like a kitten at milk.
Mae was to hold me and slip her finger further down in to the crease of my buttocks to circle the puckered hole of my anus. Polly’s long slender fingers wove their way through my pussy curls and pulled. I panted, my breath feeling desire take strong hold of me. Butterflies danced with fluttering pleasure in the pit of my stomach. My pelvis tilted towards the maid’s mouth and I threw my head back and moaned loudly, bracing my body against Mae’s. But I was to receive a shock when Polly removed her finger and allowed Mae to thrust inside my pussy, coating her finger with my wetness. I gasped and moaned as she stoked and coaxed. Abruptly she took her finger away and began to circle her sodden digit around my anus before inserting it with a hard thrust.
I cried out as she pulsed it in and out in a robust manner. Confused and disturbed by the woman’s action, I tried to move away but she was to hold me. Polly returned to lapping at my wet sex but became annoyed with my movement when Mae thrust insid
e my anus. She removed her mouth from my sex, licking her tongue around her lips to savour the delicate taste of my juice. Then she frowned, raised Lord Drake’s whip and struck at the vulnerable bud between my thighs as it swelled.
The sensation was delicious rather than excruciating, making pleasure and pain rise high and mix together in a maelstrom. I moaned and purred, my pussy rising to meet the lash of the whip when she struck me ever so gently again.
“Do not move again, Lady Gerard,” she schooled, striking my pussy twice more.
I gasped, unable to catch my breath for the hot-cold pain lashing at the inside of my wet pussy lips. It spread over my body, making my skin tingle and burn. Polly descended upon me once again. She was more firm and cruel in her manipulations. She sucked my clit into her mouth as if to suckle its nectar. Mae thrust her finger harder in my anus and gripped my breast, making the sensations forced upon my body a potent combination. I felt myself close to coming and cried out, signaling the spiral of my desire.
“She is close, Lord Drake,” Mae informed him loudly, her own voice saturated with lust. “Do you wish to take her now?”
My body arched as Polly began to insert her tongue in to the entrance of my channel and I leaned backwards in a tantalising arc upon the bed, supported by the two women. He came to stand over us.
“I know it is the usual course for me to take the wench when she has been coaxed to arousal by you both but . . . I should not. But I want to. I must. I cannot be denied her taking any longer.”
Lord Drake’s voice was breathless. I could see his cock hard and strong in his breeches, demanding I be taken and made a woman, his woman. He began to undress as the women continued to ply my sexual arousal, drawing back just as the spiral threatened to consume me. They were practised at keeping a woman on the brink of her desire, drawing out her reluctant pleasure until she submitted to its strength. Rather like a wife to a husband in marriage when claimed on her wedding night.
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